I left Crystal to calm down as I brought all four of her bags into the one-room hut I’d--I mean, we’d-- be living in for the next two months. Her four suitcases took up most of the space, but I would deal with that problem later.

“Are you ready for the grand tour?” I asked with a huge grin.

“Sure,” she responded, her voice loaded with fake enthusiasm.

“Okay. Well, this is the bedroom, obviously.” Most of the room was dwarfed by a full-sized mattress held off the floor by a metal frame. “Now, let me show you the main living room. Here, let’s make this a fun reveal.”

I stood behind her and put my hands over her eyes.

“Oh, okay,” she said, and finally a true tone of excitement colored her voice.

I walked her to the edge of the room, out the back door, turned her a couple of times, and then I brought her back in. “You ready?”

I hummed the tune to “I can show you the world” from my favorite Disney movie.

Crystal’s shoulders shook with restrained laughter. “Are you seriously humming Aladdin?”

“Yep. Just want to get you ready for this magnificence. And, open your eyes!” I removed my hands and showed her the same room we’d been in with a ringmaster’s flourish. “Ta-da!”.

She planted her hands on her narrow waist. “This is the main living room? But this is the bedroom.”

“Exactly, love. But this is the living room angle. Completely different.”

She looked up at me and rolled her cute little blue eyes, then shook her head. “You’re ridiculous. It isn’t ‘the living room’ now that we’re looking from over here.”

“Oh, come now, love. Can’t you see how it’s the main room from this angle?” With over the top enthusiasm, I stretched out my arms in front of our faces and formed two L-shapes to make a frame. “Oh, yeah, that’s the stuff.”

“So, there’s only one room.” She waved her hand over the splendor that was Casa de Connor. “In this entire house. Or hut. Cabin. Whatever we’re calling it.”

“Well now, there’s the shower. And don’t forget the sink, which is outside. That’s kind of a room. And a luxurious open air backyard.” I flashed her a cheeky grin.

Crystal took a deep breath, locked her hands together, and looked up at the ceiling. “One m-i-s-s-i-s-s-i-p-p-i.” She whispered quietly.

“What’s that you keep saying?”

“Oh, well. When you were little, didn’t your teacher ever take you to the water fountain during break and have you count to ten? Mine did, but instead of counting, she told us to spell out Mississippi. Also, I’m from Mississippi and it’s just an exercise I do to calm myself down. Is that a straw ceiling?” Her eyes were still pointed upward.

“Yes, the roof is made of straw--it’s good for temperature control during the day since there’s no air conditioning.”

“You’re serious,” she said, glancing around the room. Her brow furrowed. All in all, the hut wasn’t any bigger than a large corner office.

“Sorry, no walk-in closet. You can still go back to the Hotel de Lujo if you want.”

“Jerk. It’s my job to be stylish. I can’t help it if that requires a lot of room. And bags. And shoes.” She crossed her arms. She was getting fired up again. And so was I with how her cleavage popped when she pressed it up.

“Don’t get your panties in a bunch. I just want to be clear about how we’re going to be living for the next sixty days.”

I could literally see her body freeze up when I reminded her about the length of time we’d be staying here. She tensed her jaw.

“Fine. Let’s go and meet the neighbors.”

I looked at her up and down. I grabbed a pair of flip flops from my bag and tossed them at her. “For the love of God, put these on.” I always carried extras with me since they were the most commonly worn footwear on the island.

“They are a little big for me, don’t you think?”

“Yeah. You can get your own soon. For now, this will do.”

She sighed. “You know what, I’m really tired. I don’t think I have the strength to be social right now. Mind if I get some sleep?”

“Course not.”

While she rested, I went next door, said hi to a couple of old friends from when I’d lived here before, and walked around the town. When I got back to the cabin it was high noon, and I found Crystal still sleeping. Good. I figured she was delirious from the twenty-four hours of flying we’d just done, and I couldn’t blame her if that was the case. It was a long trip to get out here. And she was out of her element.

I imagined she would have a near meltdown when I told her about the shower situation. And then there was the electricity situation.

Not to mention I’d come down with a little “situation” myself. As in, all my blood was constantly flooding my cock when I was in her presence.

This was not good. I needed to be focused on my fight in sixty days with El Toro. Every day was vital for mental and physical preparation. It was part of the reason I’d chosen this location--so I could mentally prepare in isolation. Now I had a smoking hot babe in my bed, and she was all I could think about.

I racked my mind for options. Sure, I could have a bed imported from the town, put in on the floor and sleep there, give Crystal the bed. But then this would become a whole big thing that the locals would ask me about, why are we sleeping in separate beds, etc. And they were my rock, my mental support system. They’d probably also think that she was my girlfriend, but maybe I could just glaze over that detail with them.

Though the covers were on her, I knew exactly what she’d put on to go to bed. Baby blue panties, a colored matching bra, and a white t-shirt on over that. She’d whipped them off without warning, and right in front of me.

Well, to my left, but hey, I’m a fighter, I make my living off my peripheral vision.

It wasn’t lost on me that the woman was so coordinated even her bras matched her panties. I wondered what else about her was coordinated. Did she have a landing strip to match her blonde hair? Was she shaved, maybe? No. She’d be light blonde and proud of it, just like she was up top.

I took a page that I’d just learned from Crystal’s book, and put my own spin on it. “One-fucking-Mississippi,” I whispered.

I exhaled.

Didn’t do much. I was still hard as lava rock. And where was there to hide this boner? Not like it was going to go anywhere while she was sleeping. I got naked, grabbed a towel and headed past the bathroom and to the shower.

The floor of the shower was concrete but the walls were wooden. I turned the water temperature to the coldest setting available, then put it on full blast.

I grunted as the cold water hit me, but it gave me what I lived for: an adrenaline boost. I loved the uncomfortableness.

“Yes,” I swallowed. It wasn’t painful, but a cold shower had a way of toughening a man up.

Unfortunately, it toughened up my boner, too. This was a particularly pesky one, too.

“Not going away, huh buddy? I see how it is.”

As the water streamed down my back, I closed my eyes and fisted my cock.

There was only one person I could think about. I imagined how it would go down.

There would be a knock on the wooden shower stall door and she’d come in. “Hey honey, I see you need a hand there. Mind if I come in?”

Of course not.

As if I could get any harder, the thought of seeing Crystal totally naked spurred me on. I’d probably stare at her for a full minute, taking in her soft skin, perfectly curvy body. Those luscious tits.

“I’ve been thinking about this since I first saw you,” she’d say. She’d press the full front of her body into me, letting me feel those soft breasts pushing into my back as the water fell over us. “Let me help.”

She’d grab my cock and fist it with me, gently, because that’s the kind of woman she was. Kind and gentle. I’d turn and wrap my arm around her head, then plunge my mouth into those sweet, delicious lips of hers.

“Fuck,” I muttered out loud, running my hand up and down my length like a madman.

I’d reach my hand down to her pussy and stroke her as she stroked me. It wasn’t a planned position. It’d be almost awkward. She’d be wet with her own juices.

“Please fuck me, Connor,” she’d beg.

Fuck. I was about to cum buckets thinking about the girl who was just a wall away from me.

I’d kiss her once more, fit my lips around hers, before I ordered her. Get against the wall.

She’d obey and put her arms against it, then stick out her beautiful, voluptuous wet ass for me like a good little girl.

She’d grip my cock with her tight little pussy and let out a cute little moan as she presented that beautiful thing as a gift. Crystal would be my own personal fucktoy. “Oh God, Connor,” she’d say.

I’d thrust in and out of her, enjoying the slap slap slap of my wet hips on her ass as I went in and out of her.

“Connor,” she’d yell.

Yeah, that’s right. Say my name. Louder.

I was on the brink now, running my five fingers along my cock. My eyes still closed, I added another.

“Connor,” she’d yell again.

Fuck. that yell in my head did it. It was too lifelike. I wanted to be in her so badly and I couldn’t take it anymore. My spine tingled and I shot ropes of cum straight onto the concrete floor.

“Connor!” she’d yell when it was all over, slightly irritated.

Wait, what? That wasn’t part of the fantasy.

I whipped my head around and peered over the wooden door of the shower to see a Crystal in a towel, wrapped around her breasts.

“Are you done yet in the shower? I woke up like twenty minutes ago and you’ve been in there forever.”

I gulped. “Yeah, just a minute,” I managed to croak. No big deal, just rubbing one out to you, Crystal!

“Hurry up, we need to go to town for your luncheon today. For Zoreto.”

“Be out in a minute,” I huffed.

Christ, I’d forgotten all about the luncheon. This girl had me off my game. I was off in la-la land. I finished washing up and got out of the shower. I smiled at her as I passed. In a towel. She scowled back at me.

I had fifty-nine and a half more days of this. I didn’t know if I would make it.