“It’s nice to see you!”
That’s what she had said. Somehow, you couldn’t bring yourself to say the same.
“Alright, goodnight!” You held a pained smile for just as long as it took for Alice and her new boyfriend to round the corner and then your shoulders sank in defeat.
Alice, at least at one point, had been the love of your life. The story of how that came to end wasn’t long, nor was it complicated. It certainly didn’t leave you looking good, especially now that it was five years later and she had just introduced you to her new husband.
Derek was tall, handsome, and successful by the look of his clothes and watch. Next to him, petite Alice looked like a doll, and she was certainly dressed like one.
You had not been nearly as successful. You’ve had a string of relationships, sure, but they had not been what you hoped for.
You sighed as you remembered the night you and Alice broke up or, rather, the night you broke up with her: you were both in college and had been together for a year and a half. Alice was in love and, now that you thought back on it, you were too. You weren’t ready yet, though. You wanted more. Alice was cool. She was down to Earth and supportive. But she was no sorority slut. She wasn’t an adventure.
You were antsy. Jealous of the stories your friends told about the rich, blonde daddy’s girls who would get drunk and suck their cocks at the slightest suggestion. All this would happen while you spent Saturday nights curled up with Alice watching Netflix. It seemed like a waste of your college years.
So, you steeled your heart and had convinced yourself that you were making the most pragmatic decision. Of course, what kind of idiot gets married to his first college girlfriend?
Idiot, indeed.
You were alone now and she wasn’t. At the end of it all, that was what mattered.
You made your way back to the hotel room you would have shared with your girlfriend had she not broken up with you two days prior. It still stung but you had grown used to it by now. The endless string of doomed relationships that started with a one-night stand and serviceable sex, as well as the fact that all came to an inevitable end. Well…this one, at least, you had hoped would last.
You flopped yourself onto the bed and took your shoes off. Everything was paid for so why not come and enjoy the week away, right? A long, shaky breath escaped your lips as the thought crossed your mind. It turned out that wasn’t the best of ideas.
There weren’t a lot of distractions in the hotel room. It was a suite meant for two, after all. Even the tv was a source of mindless, empty noise that you couldn’t focus on. After you absent-minded flicked through the channels for no longer than a few minutes, you turned it off and decided to head to the balcony to get some fresh air.
The glass doors slid open silently and the warm night air washed over your face as you stepped outside. You breathed deeply, tasting the salt through your nostrils as you listened to the crashing of the waves against the nearby shore.
You reached into your pocket and withdrew a cigarette. The orange glow of your lighter flared briefly as you brought the tip to life and leaned against the railing to smoke.
This certainly was one of your worse ideas. It ranked up there with breaking up with Alice.
“Honey…stop…”
You recognized Alice’s voice. At first you thought you had imagined it but soon after her giggling filled the air. You peered over the edge of the balcony and looked down to see that your room was directly over one of the hotel hot tubs.
A developmental oversight, to be sure. The hot tubs had eight-foot-tall wooden walls erected around each to provide some semblance of semi-privacy at the very least. The tip of your cigarette glowed as you observed the couple below you.
It was Alice, as you had assumed, along with her new husband. They wore bathing suits – if you could call Alice’s outfit a ‘suit’ of any sort. You didn’t even know they made bikinis that small. She had her back turned to Derek with her elbows crossed on the edge of the tub. Derek was behind her and was very…aggressive.
The meek, shy Alice you knew would have hated that sort of behaviour. Yet, as you watched Derek kiss at her shoulders, then her neck, she certainly seemed more open now to forceful coercion.
Derek’s arms wrapped around her waist and he moved them up slowly so that he cupped her breast.
“Derek,” Alice said in a hushed tone, “I’m being serious. What if we get caught?”
“No one’s going to catch us, baby,” Derek responded. His voice was smooth. Confident. Something you had come to realize you lacked.
Derek kissed her neck once more and Alice tilted her head backwards against his shoulder. She would have looked directly at you if her eyes weren’t currently closed. She certainly enjoyed herself.
His hands didn’t stop. You remembered the nights you spent with Alice. Nights where she would beg you to move more slowly; to be more gentle, always more gentle. That Alice seemed to be gone now. She said not a word as he groped her breasts and pawed at her stomach. He shoved his hands down her front and stuck it between her thighs so that the front of her bikini bottoms bulged. He fingered her furiously as she reached back and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Baby,” she moaned, only to be silenced by his rough kiss.
There was something pathetic about watching. You knew it. You felt it. Your knees were weak, but you supported yourself against the railing. Your heart pounded in your chest. It was as though you were a virgin and about to have sex for the first time. You sucked on the cigarette, only to notice how your fingers trembled. Was this sadness? Or was it excitement? You couldn’t tell.
Below, the couple had escalated their behaviour. Alice had arched her back as she jutted her backside towards Derek who busied himself with untying the knots at the waistline of her bikini. The fabric fell away from her body and floated off before it disappeared below the bubbles.
“Hurry up,” she hissed. She sounded nervous.
“Don’t rush me,” Derek laughed. He was enjoying her humiliation, the pompous ass.
He slipped his trunks down to reveal his cock. You weren’t suffering in the penis department but a man like Derek seemed to be more successful, even when it came to the genetic lottery. He slapped his cock against Alice’s backside and even from fifteen feet away you heard the sound of his heavy meat as it made contact with her wet skin.
He used his hand to guide himself between her legs and then, with a smooth motion, he slid inside her. The sound that escaped her lips, you would have never been able to even imagine it. You never made her sound like that. And you certainly never made any of the girls you slept with since her make that sound.
Alice moaned, no, she grunted in pleasure as Derek wrapped his fist in her sandy-blonde hair. She bit her lip to restrain herself as he thrusted against her backside. Each stroke was slow, deep, powerful, and enough to make her grip the edge of the hot tub as though she would break it off.
His hand moved from her hair and he grabbed her around the neck before he pulled her towards him. Her back pressed against his chest as he kissed her first on her shoulder, then behind her ear. She turned into him and their lips locked as he wrapped his arms around her middle. His thrusts became quick and shallow until soon after, he only bucked weakly against her. He had finished. He had his way.
You dragged the final bit of the cigarette before you extinguished the butt against the railing.
Yeah, this was a bad idea.
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