1 CHAPTER ONE
“I'm leaving you Rebecca.” Phil said as he started to pack his overnight bag. “I just can't take it anymore.”
Rebecca felt her cheeks turning crimson, and the heat that coincided with the blush. She fought hard to keep her composure, and stuffed her hands into her jeans pockets to hide the trembling that would be apparent to Phil if he were to see them.
“Why?” She whispered and hated the smallness of her voice. “Why? WHY?”
Phil was visibly agitated as he continued to cram shirts and pants into his bag. He stopped and looked at her. Crimson rushed over her cheeks again, and she felt a slight, cold sweat start to break over her body. I hope I don't faint. She thought.
Rebecca went shakily to the chair next to the bed and sat down. “I mean I...I know we have been off a bit...but I think we should...”
Phil cut her off with a wave of his hand. “Just...STOP.”
He shook his head and turned to the closet to get out his bigger luggage case. Slamming it to the ground loudly he turned and stared at her. “Do you really want to know? Wouldn't it just be easier if I just left?”
Rebecca felt a tear fall slowly down her cheek and she hated herself for being so emotional. Absentmindedly she wiped at the tear, and she saw Phil's shoulders loosen slightly. He shook his head and bent down to pick up his luggage case.
“I just don't know how to get you to...loosen up.” He said as he started putting clothes into the case. “I mean we go out, I get you to loosen a little...but then we come home and...” He trailed off as he held a shirt up for inspection. Turning he looked at her as he tossed the shirt into the case. “You're just such a goddamn prude. I mean it's always the same...missionary style. I mean, Christ I don't even have to do an abs workout because I know that all I have to do is have sex with you and I can pump away for a half hour and ... presto! Six Pack!”
Rebecca felt her rage rushing upwards and knew she was defenseless to stop it. It wasn't just rage at Phil, but at herself also. He was right, she was a prude. Scared to experiment, or go out of her comfort zone. Even when he would go down on her she would cut short of having an orgasm for fear of what he might think. Truth be told she had never had an orgasm with anyone other than herself.
Phil continued his tirade. “On the rare occasion you give me head, I have to concentrate hard to even cum at all...and don't get me started on when I go down on you...It's like I'm torturing you or something.” He shook his head again and zipped up his luggage. “Anyway...You're a real sweet woman...you just suck in bed. Sorry...but I'm not trying to be a trainer or anything.” He picked up his overnight bag and slung it over his shoulder, and grabbed the handle of his luggage case.
Rebecca couldn't stop the welling up inside her and stood up in a rage. “Well FUCK YOU! Maybe if you would take the time to wash your stupid ass I would be better at going down on you!” Unable to restrain herself she continued. “And I'm sorry that I have only been with two other men and I'm not as experienced as you would like...maybe you can go buy a FUCKING WHORE and get your rocks off! GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT!!!! Bursting into tears Rebecca picked up a pillow from the bed and threw it at Phil. Startled by her outburst he took a step backwards.
Steadying himself Phil adjusted the strap around his shoulder from the overnight bag, and started to walk out the door dragging the luggage case behind him. Rebecca had thrown herself on the bed, and was quietly sobbing into one of the many pillows she kept there.
“You know...if you had that kind of passion during sex you wouldn't be single. Anyway I've met someone else…” Phil said quietly as he walked out the door, and out of her life.
******
“Who fucking cares babe? I mean you only went out with him for like...what? Three months?” Jill said as she took a sip of her drink.
“Um...seven... seven months...and 12 days.” Rebecca looked down at the bar as she stated the facts.
When it was said out loud it was even more embarrassing that she was such a failure at her relationships...and sex.
She turned and looked at Jill who had an incredulous look on her face. “I mean...what is wrong with me?”
Rebecca looked at Jill waiting for a reply. Taking another sip of her vodka tonic Jill kept her eyes on Rebecca. Putting her drink down Jill gently smoothed out her cocktail napkin edges under her drink. She turned to Rebecca and sighed. “How.... How IN THE FUCK did you go out with him for seven stupid months!!”
She picked up her drink and started to drink, at the same time motioning to the bartender to bring another round for her and Rebecca.
“I mean WE ALL told you he was a complete LOSER.” Holding her hand up in an “L” to make her point, Jill nodded with satisfaction.
The bartender started to place the drinks down, and Rebecca looked at him. He was a handsome 20 something with short brown hair, piercing blue eyes, and muscles that he clearly spent time building. She absently let her eyes wander down to his crotch and was pleased to see a nice bulge behind his tight pants. She looked up quickly and he smiled.
“Hey…” he said, “My eyes are up here.” He laughed as he pointed to his face.
Rebecca felt her face flush crimson as Jill and the bartender laughed. “Baby girl were you checking out Matt's pack? Let me tell you...it is ALL that. I should know....” Jill sighed wistfully and took a sip of her drink. “Mmmm....yes ma'am! I'll have another!” She said over her drink. “And I ain't talking about this...”
Both women sat in silence for a minute as they drank. Jill would occasionally shake her head and make a little noise as she thought back on her sexual escapades with Matt the bartender.
Rebecca sat thinking of boyfriends that she had had...and failed with. “I mean, why should I sleep with them after, like two weeks?” She blurted.
Rebecca's outburst had interrupted Jill's advances on Matt. She was rolling her tongue suggestively around the rim of her glass, which had Matt captivated from the end of the bar. Startled she spilled her drink slightly, which made Matt laugh loudly. Jill shot a look at Rebecca quickly and started to wipe up the spill.
Matt came over and wiped up the spill with a towel. “Funny...I don't remember you being a spitter.” Winking he replaced her drink and sauntered off.
Jill turned her full attention to Rebecca. “Now. Listen. First. I am going to ROCK HIS WORLD tonight.” She waved her hands at her neck to cool her overheated skin.
“Whew...Second. You need to stop. Phil was an imbecile, and you are wayyy to good for him. You just have to get this “boyfriend” thing out of your head for a minute... Go bang someone random. Let loose. You know?” Picking up her drink and looking at her, Jill raised her eyebrows.
Rebecca sighed. “I don't think I could do that. I've only slept with two men.”
Jill almost spilled her drink again, but was able to contain herself. “WHAT?” How old are you? Like 27 right?”
Rebecca frowned. “I'm 23...”
Jill put her drink down and examined her. “Wow...Well you gotta stop dressing like an old maid then. That's first. Second...23? Really? Second. I have an idea! A couple of us girls were going to The Resort Baxter for seven days, but Stace had to cancel. You take her place! Come with us! It's just what you need!”
Rebecca smiled slightly. Jill was a good friend, even though they had only known each other for a year. “Oh I couldn't...I don't...I don't have the money really.”
Jill was already shaking her head. “Nope...not getting out of this one. You're going. I'll go havsies with you. I just got a bonus, and what better way to use it than on my close,” Jill put her arm around Rebecca and picked up her drink, “personal, very good friend in need...Rebecca Hollis.”
Jill held up her drink, and smiling Rebecca held hers up also. They clinked glasses and took a drink laughing. “And maybe when you're down there someone can knock those cobwebs out, old maid.” Jill smiled with a gleam in her eye.
2 CHAPTER TWO
Rebecca entered her room and smiled. Jill's right...this is good for me. Just to get away. A knock on the door snapped her out of her daydream. Jill bombed in wearing a barely-there bikini, with a mesh “cover up.” Jill was 28, she had dark hair with cat-like green eyes, and a very healthy bosom and butt. Her black and Spanish heritage gave her a year round tan, and she didn't mind showing off her features. She already had a drink in her hand.
“What are you waiting for girl? Get in your bikini, get a drink, and get freaky!!
Rebecca smiled and nodded. “Okay, okay...give me a minute.”
Shaking her head, Jill swished over to the mini-bar. “Don't be all Ms. Teacher and start organizing shit. Just grab your skimpiest suit and let's go! I'll make your drink.”
As Jill grabbed a glass and tossed ice into it she glanced back at Rebecca who had placed her luggage on the bed and was slowly picking through it, looking for her bathing suit. Finding her suit she gently pulled it out, making sure not to disrupt the neatly folded clothing in the case. Jill poured a vodka mini bottle into the glass, thought for a second, then poured another one in. She topped of the glass with a splash of cranberry juice and turned to Rebecca.
Rebecca was sliding her panties off to put on her bathing suit bottoms. “Holy Shit!” Jill exclaimed. Rebecca jumped and looked at Jill, while covering herself with her hands and the bathing suit.
“Why are you smuggling ferrets!?!” Jill exclaimed.
Rebecca looked around confused. “What?”
Walking towards her Jill held out the drink. “That bush girl! What the hell is that?”
Crimson flooded into Rebecca's face. She hastily pulled on her bikini bottoms as the blush remained on her cheeks. “I don't know...” She trailed off.
Jill handed her the drink and sighed. Rebecca took a sip and coughed as the extra strong drink burned her throat. “Did you even add cranberry...?” She gasped.
“Don't worry about that...we have more important things to discuss.” Jill said taking a drink from her glass and motioning Rebecca to do the same.
She did, and this time the burn went down a little smoother. She smiled slightly as the warmth of the liquor coursed through her body.
“Good....” Jill smiled. “Now...take off your top. I wanna see what you're working with up there.”
The blush came smashing back to Rebecca's cheeks, and she started to protest. Jill was taking a sip of her drink and made a “hurry up” motion to Rebecca. She took another drink and set down her glass. Turning around she started to unbutton her shirt.
“Jesus Christ...” Jill proclaimed from behind her. “Turn around, take off your top, and hurry the fuck up.”
Rebecca slowly turned around with an uncomfortable look on her face and again began to protest but Jill would have none of it.
“Let's go. Strip! Hahaha.”
Jill's eyes were gleaming with mischief and she took a sip of her almost empty drink. Rebecca shook her head smiling and undid the rest of her buttons. She placed her oxford on the bed and undid her bra.
Standing uncomfortably she started to cross her arms over her naked breasts. Jill was staring at them and nodding with approval.
“Nice rack! Very perky, nice, proportional nipples.” She drained her drink and turned to walk over to the mini-bar. “Okay...so you have the body to work with...get your bikini on...! Butttt...”
Reaching the mini bar she pulled out a couple of mini bottles of Malibu, and dropped some ice in her glass. “We have got to do something about that rug!”
Holding her glass up to eye level she poured the two mini bottles in, and then a splash of pineapple. Still examining the measure of her drink she continued. “I mean when a guy asks if the “carpet matches the curtains” he is not really interested in the carpet...he really wants hardwood floors.”
Turning to Rebecca she smiled at her own humor. “Get it?”
Rebecca took a sip of her drink and shook her head. Sighing Jill walked toward her. Stopping three feet in front of her she pulled her skimpy suit to the side to reveal a bare mound.
“See?” Jill moved the bikini back in place and took a sip.
Rebecca was still staring at Jill's crotch. “You mean shave it all?!”
Jill laughed out loud, and it was like a wind chime tinkling in the breeze. “You can leave a little if you want...but only on top. You gotta clean up around the ‘lady parts.’ Guys don't want to floss while they're eating you out.” Jill took a big drink and closed her eyes smiling. She sighed and opened her eyes.
“So...we're going to go to the salon first...for you. They'll get the weed whacker out and trim that thing up. I say go bare...it'll make you feel super sexy...but at the least do something to her. Then...” She looked at Rebecca's suit disapprovingly,” We're gonna get you a new suit. That one is fine for back home and all...But you're on vaca!!! Time to let loose girl!”
Rebecca took a drink and wondered if she had made a mistake in coming.
******
The wax hurt like crazy, but the salon applied a lotion on after that soothed the burn. It smelt of coconut and lilac, and Rebecca smiled. ‘Jill was right,’ she thought as she checked out her newly smoothed mound, ‘I do feel sexy.’ She ran her fingers over the smoothness and felt a tingle rush throughout her body that ended with a warmth in her vagina. A knock on the door snapped her out of her trance.
“Just a...just a minute.”
She started to pull on her bikini bottoms when Jill called, “Don't bother putting on that frock...I went and got you a suit.”
Her laughter tinkled from the other side and Rebecca could just imagine the mischievous grin on Jill's face. “Open up…”, Jill demanded.
Hesitantly Rebecca opened the door slightly. Jill pushed it open more and stood in the doorway holding two drinks in one hand and a string bikini in the other. Rebecca absentmindedly moved her hand to cover herself, but Jill's smile stopped her. “Veryyy nice.” She said as she looked at Rebecca's crotch. “No reason to cover the goods! Feels nice doesn't it?”
She entered the dressing room and closed the door. “Here...” She said as she handed over a drink. “And ... here.”
She handed the bikini to Rebecca. Rebecca took a sip of her drink and smiled as the liquor brought the familiar warmth back. She set down her drink. “I could get used to this life,” she thought. Holding up the bikini she felt her eyes go wide. “Where's the rest of it?” she exclaimed.
It was a sexy red, but there was barely enough material to cover her up.
“That's the idea...just enough there to entice and cover. You have a nice body...show it off a little!” Jill smiled that mischievous smile again and turned to leave. “We're out by the pool when you get changed...don't bother with a cover or anything...half the resort is topless anyway.”
She gently clicked the door closed and Rebecca was left standing in the changing room nude, holding little more than dental floss. She started to put on the bikini and caught a look at herself in the mirror. The yoga had been paying off, as she was plenty tight. Turning sideways she looked at her profile and smiled as she remembered Jill's comments about her boobs.
“They are nice! Look at them!”
She moved her hands up and boosted her breasts a little so they sat higher. The roundness of her breasts filled her hands and she sighed a little. She traced the contours of her body with her hands and marveled at the sight of her newly waxed area. She giggled a little as she flicked over her smooth area and touched her privates gently with her pinky. Shaking her head she reached down and picked up her drink. She turned full frontal in front of the mirror as she took a drink. She spread her legs a little and slid her left hand down across her tight belly, moving slowly towards her area.
A knock on the door startled her and caused her to jump a bit, spilling a little of her drink. The dribble ran down her front and across her belly. Slowly the string of pineapple juice and Malibu Rum slid past her naval downward.
“Are you all right Miss?” A female voice from the other side of the door asked.
Rebecca hastily slid her hand down and caught the runaway stream of alcohol, keeping it from traveling lower. Without thinking she brought her finger up to her mouth and licked the alcoholic concoction off. She caught sight of her naked, smooth body in the mirror with her tongue extended licking her finger and felt herself get wet. “Jesus! Why am I so horny? Must be the drinks...” Her cheeks reddened immediately just as her nipples hardened to an aching level. “Yes...yes I'm fine...” She stammered. “I'm just...I'm just trying to figure out this ...umm...this bikini.”
There was silence for a minute, then the female voice from the other side of the door asked quietly. “Do you need some assistance?”
Rebecca had a flash of a thought of the woman from the other side helping her with her bikini, only to end up in a passionate kiss. A tickle on her inner thigh brought her back to reality as a thin line of wetness ran down her leg.
“No ... No thank-you. I...I'm fine. I think I have it figured out now.”
Another moment of silence passed. It seemed like an eternity as Rebecca's heart hammered in her chest and her insides contorted between turned on and embarrassed.
“No problem. If you need me, let me know. My name is Camilla.” She said, and after a moment Rebecca heard her depart from outside the door.
Rebecca sat down on the small stool in the changing room and wiped the slight stream of wetness from her inner thigh. She shook her head and laughed slightly, grabbing her drink and taking a sip. She held up the bikini and stared at it wondering how to start to put it on. Five minutes later she emerged from the changing room with an empty glass and a barely-there bikini on. It had just enough material to cover her breasts, and a set of bottoms that weren't quite a G-String, but close. The crimson red on her light olive skin was a stunning contrast and she caught another look in a mirror as she passed. Her auburn hair was down to her shoulders, and even without heels her calves were nicely elongated as she walked. She walked up to the counter where there was a rack of designer sunglasses and she stopped.
She slowly spun the rack looking over the glasses, stopping on a nice pair. As she reached to select the glasses she caught a reflection of her hazel eyes in the little mirror, and she smiled slightly. She had always liked her eyes, and the mixture of alcohol and new-found sexiness was showing in them. Her eyes would change color depending on what she wore. If she wore dark clothes they were a rich bluish gray. When she wore light colors her eyes turned greenish gray. That was their color now.
A woman appeared behind the counter and she smiled at Rebecca. “Those are nice sunglasses...” She breathed.
She was a tall blonde, no doubt hired at the resort because of her statuesque beauty. “I'm Camilla, by the way.”
She started, and then she gasped. Rebecca started to follow Camilla's stare when she whispered quietly.
“Don't turn around! Don't turn around...! It's really him!!! O-my-God, O-my-God ... How's my hair? Is it good? Does it look good?”
Rebecca was so startled by the scenario that she nodded without knowing why she was agreeing.
Camilla seemed to loosen slightly at Rebecca's approval of her hair and she slowly exhaled a breath that smelt faintly of cinnamon and cigarettes. “I can't believe it's him!” She whispered.
“Who?” Rebecca whispered back.
Camilla looked quickly at Rebecca and smiled a brilliant smile. “Jefferson Hughes! That's who!”
I get out without putting us in a pickle?” He whispered.