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CHAPTER 6 – THURSDAY
At first, I thought it was the soreness that woke me up from a dead sleep. After the punishment that Alberto had unleashed on me, my whole body was stiff, my back ached, and I still felt like he’d tried to rip me apart. It was a good ache, though. That wasn’t what shook me from my rest, though. It was the muffled voices coming from the living area. I couldn’t make out what they were saying, but I’d heard Gina with enough guys that I knew exactly what she and Alberto were up to in the early morning hours.
With a wince, I rolled to the side of the bed and grabbed my phone. The screen showed the time was just after 10 AM, a late start for me, and…that was it. I wish I was surprised that Frank was still giving me the silent treatment, but it was all too expected at this point. Just to be sure, I unlocked my phone and checked the messages. There it was, in green and white. “And I’ll probably do it again.” Underneath it was confirmation that it had, indeed, been delivered, but no response whatsoever. I scoffed and let the phone drop back to the nightstand.
Standing was more problematic than I had anticipated. My legs and back screamed reminders of yesterday’s playtime, but after a bit of stretching, they calmed down. The rhythmic moans drifting through the door that indicated Gina’s flirting had moved to more exciting activities helped me ignore any lingering pain. I made my way to the door, cracking it ever so slightly, and peered out to find Gina bent over the back of the couch, still fully naked, her large breasts swaying in the air as Alberto rammed into her from behind. He wasn’t being as aggressive as the night before, but he had clearly only just gotten started, and was already picking up speed. I watched for a moment, my still-sore pussy already aching for what Gina was getting. I caught myself paying more attention to her, the way her breasts moved with every thrust, the way her toned stomach tensed with every thrust, the way her muscular legs helped absorb every one of Alberto’s thrusts, and my mind flashed back to the kiss. It had been…nice. Fun. In fact, the memory sent tingles through my body. I shook my head. I told myself, firmly, that I am absolutely not gay. I enjoy the company of men far too much to be gay.
Then again, so does Gina. She didn’t know I was watching, at least, I didn’t think she did. She had no way of knowing she had an audience, and yet, here she was, thoroughly enjoying herself in the company of a man. I’d always been told that bisexuality was a myth, just an excuse for sinful behavior, but Gina seemed to be enjoying herself very much, and last night, when she said those words, “Wanted…to do that…for years,” that smile had been genuine, not seductive, and she had no reason to lie to me. Maybe she was, really, truly, bisexual. As I watched her elegant frame get plowed ever harder by Alberto, I found it hard to dismiss the idea that maybe, just maybe, I might be ever so slightly bisexual myself.
I was surprised, not so much at the thought, but at my reaction to the thought, or rather, my lack of reaction. I would have thought that my mind would have shied away from a label like bisexual, one that had been, until this moment, as mythical to me as trolls and unicorns. You liked men, or you liked women, but you didn’t like both. It just didn’t happen, and that was a fact. My mind accepted the label, though. Not like it was some grand revelation, the word wasn’t electric the way “sexy” had been, and continued to be. “Sexy” had been like a puzzle piece falling into place, a grand revelation that changed the way I framed the way I interacted with the world. “Bisexual” felt more like stepping back from a puzzle that I’d been working on my whole life to see the picture. Case in point, all those nights I’d spent spying on Gina in college, I couldn’t remember a single thing about any of the guys she brought back, but every detail of Gina was burned into my brain. I could recall it at a moment’s notice.
Coming back to the moment, Alberto was working himself up to his full form, pounding Gina so hard and fast that I was afraid the couch Gina was draped over would break. It was almost as if Alberto was trying to drown out the increasing volume of Gina’s moans with the slapping sound of each thrust. Gina was certainly giving him a run for his money, and I briefly wondered if the neighbors were able to hear our activities. I smiled at the idea of someone as uptight as I had been a week earlier hearing all of this through the walls.
Frank is as uptight as I was a week ago.
The thought flashed through my mind out of nowhere, but it spread. Of course he was, and he only knew me as being just as uptight. All of these text messages could have easily been Gina stealing my phone while I was in the restroom to get a rise out of him. I tore my eyes from the spectacle going on in the main living area reluctantly, and walked to my bedside, snatching up my phone. As expected, there had been no new notifications in the few minutes I’d been away from it. I walked back to the door, opening the camera and framing up a shot of Gina being pleasurably tortured by Alberto’s cock. My finger hovered over the button to snap a picture, but I hesitated. Another wicked idea flashed across my mind, and I swiped over to video, instead of a still picture. I made sure everything was framed properly, and hit record. I let the shot linger on Gina and her Latino lover for several seconds, long enough to process who it was and what was happening. Then, impulsively, I turned the lens to myself. Stepping back from the door to give myself room to extend my arms, catching my naked, gloriously tanned body from the waste up, I hesitated. What did I want to say to Frank? There was plenty that I had wanted to say throughout the week, from “I’m sorry” to “Where are you” to “Why the fuck won’t you respond?” Now that I knew he could see me, raw and naked and pure, I wasn’t sure what I wanted to say. I stared at the camera for a moment, then two. Then three. Finally, my stone expression spread into a grin, and I said, just loudly enough to be heard over the slapping, cursing, moaning sounds of wicked sinfulness in the background, “Do you think they have room for one more, Frank?”
As it turned out, I wasn’t so lucky. By the time I’d sent the video, and made sure that it actually went through, an act that was far easier than I expected it to be, due largely to Frank’s stubborn refusal to respond to any of my messages, I heard Alberto roar out his orgasm. I tossed the phone back on the bed and quickly returned to the door, where he was just pulling his still semi-hard dick from Gina. She waited a moment, seeming to savor the post-fucked feeling that I was learning to love myself, before slowly standing up. She turned on the spot and gave Alberto a searing kiss, which he seemed only partially interested in. Mostly, he just seemed tired, but he at least put some effort into it. When Gina finally broke it off, she gave him a cheeky grin and excused herself to the bathroom to clean up.
Alberto waited until he heard the bathroom door click before turning and leaning on the back of the couch. His caramel skin was enticing, and I realized, without much thought, that I had not only cheated on my husband with two different men, but men of two different races. The idea was arousing, and I wanted nothing more at that exact moment than to have Alberto give me an encore performance. His cock was still standing out in front of him, though it was rapidly softening. What made my mind up on my next course of action, though, was the way it glistened in the meager light of the room. This was an opportunity not just to expand my sexual experiences, something that I still wasn’t sure was going to be totally possible once returning home, but also to explore my possible bisexuality. The taste of Gina was still shining on him, waiting for me to taste, to dip my toe into an ocean of possibilities with no commitment. So, without a word, I opened the door quietly and, in as sexy a walk as I could manage, walked to him.
I was halfway there before he realized he wasn’t alone anymore. He didn’t say anything, but his cock did twitch at the sight, as if desperately trying to rally itself for another round. I sank to my knees, seized the impressive member in my hand, and immediately, with no foreplay, took as much of it in my mouth as I possibly could. I admit, it wasn’t as subtle and slow as it should have been, but I was eager, and weak. He gasped, and his cock lurched in my mouth, almost like it was trying to shrink away. I’d already locked my lips around it, though, keeping it from escaping.
It was easy enough to separate Gina’s taste. Alberto was salty, musky, and earthy. On top of that was a very distinctive sweet, almost spicy flavor. It…wasn’t bad. It wasn’t a flavor I was as instantly in love with as I’d expected, but it wasn’t a turn off. Alberto, regretfully, wasn’t hardening in my mouth, despite my using the same tricks as the night before.
“S…S…Sorry, M…Ms. M…Mary,” he said as I allowed him to pull free from my mouth. “I think you t…two have d…drained me.”
“That’s fine, Alberto,” I said, sweetly, hiding my disappointment. I gently kissed the shaft before standing and kissing him on the lips softly. “You’ve done plenty, trust me.” He looked me in the eyes for a moment before kissing me, moving one hand behind my head and slipping his tongue into my mouth, seeming to not care that I had just been sucking his cock. For a moment, I thought I felt it coming back to life, pressed between our naked bodies, but it was nothing, just a fleeting, wishful twitch. When we finally parted, he smiled softly and caressed my cheek. He didn’t say anything, but I like to think that, despite his expert performance, this had not been just another night for him. It was something he would remember fondly for years. I knew I would.
He said nothing as he got dressed, not that it took him very long. He’d come to the room in nothing more than a bathing suit, and neither of us had anything he could wear out of the hotel that would make him look any less conspicuous. He didn’t seem to care, though. He’d just thoroughly satisfied two women, and he left with his head held high.
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“Did Alberto already leave?” Gina was wearing nothing but a towel around her head, and for the first time, I found myself having to catch my breath at the sight of her naked body. I wasn’t driven into a raw, sexual frenzy, though the sight of her and Alberto together had gotten me very much in the mood, but allowing me to apply the label, bisexual, almost seemed to give myself permission to fully admire her form, the way her breasts were firm, with just a hint of sag that allowed them to sway slightly with each step, her flat stomach, her toned legs, the grace with which she moved, the confidence she exuded.
“Just a few minutes ago, yeah,” I said, hopefully casually. I remembered her words from the day before all too clearly. “If WE do this, I can’t promise that things won’t change. Sex is weird like that.” She had been scared, and I’d more or less waved it off. Things had changed, though. I felt closer to her, but, in a weird way, I didn’t want to scare her with the closeness. True, she’d been the one that kissed me, but still, I wanted her to be at ease, not to have her worried that our friendship and turned on a dime.
“Too bad,” she muttered. “I was hoping to say goodbye.”
“I think you got your message across this morning,” I chuckled, which got a sheepish grin from her.
“Oh, you heard that, did you?”
“Gina, the neighbors probably heard it. It was a pleasant way to wake up, and quite the show.”Gina, who had continued toward her room, stopped briefly in the doorway and spun around, giving one of her signature devilish grins and curtseying.
“I thought you’d enjoy that,” she said before slipping through the door, though she left it open so we could continue talking.
“I did. He seemed to give you a pretty good workout.”
“The boy has energy, that much is for sure. He spoke highly of you. I guess you both had quite a bit of fun after I passed out.”
“That’s an understatement! Though I could have gone for another round this morning, if you’d left him in any shape to do anything.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, Mary!” Gina poked her head into view, her hair having been freed from the towel. Something about her slightly damp hair, making its waviness a little more accentuated, was slightly alluring. “If I’d known you wanted another go, I wouldn’t have drained him.” She stepped out, a genuinely concerned look on her face, in a pair of slinky black panties and a matching bra that she was still fastening behind her back. I waved my hand in the air.
“No worries, I got plenty last night.”
“Plenty?” Gina cocked an eyebrow as she sat next to me on the couch. “Are you saying that you’ve had enough? Because if you want to spend your last full day on vacation quietly, I’ll understand.” I shot her a “what do you think” glance.
“No, I’m in St. Bart’s for the full experience, Gina. Besides,” I added as an afterthought, “our trip to the beach yesterday was supposed to be a quiet afternoon, and we both know how that turned out. With Gina in the picture, quiet isn’t possible.” She barked out a genuine laugh. It didn’t happen very often, maybe a handful of times in all the years I’d known her, but I loved it when I managed to get that surprised laugh out of her. Without thinking, casually as anything, she reached out and gently touched my arm. Any other time, this would have been an innocent act, forgotten just as quickly as it happened. At this moment, though, it was as though the skin-on-skin contact reminded her of what had happened the night before. The laugh drifted off quickly, and her face sobered. She looked at me, searching my eyes for something before standing up. She opened her mouth, like she wanted to say something, before turning and walking back to her room.
“Gina…” She didn’t stop, so I stood and followed her into her room, still a mess from our encounter the day before. She was busy searching through one of the chaotic piles of clothes for something to wear, requiring her to bend over at the waist with her back to me. The sight caught me off guard. She did have a nice butt. I remembered hearing several of her college boy toys remarking about it while I spied on them, but I had never seen it from this angle. For a moment, I wondered about mine. I had always hated the extra bit of stubborn baby fat that clung to it, no matter how hard I tried to shed it, but both R and Alberto seemed to like the way it stuck out. I shook the thought from my head. “Gina,” I said softly, but she either didn’t hear me, or chose to ignore me. “Gina!” I didn’t yell, but I put some extra force behind it. She stood up, having found the shirt she was looking for, and casually glanced over her shoulder.
“Hm?”
“You kissed me.” I didn’t say it like an accusation, or a revelation, or anything special. Just a statement of fact, like I’d told her the sky was blue. Silence. She fidgeted with her shirt, trying to figure out which side was up, or at least pretending to.
“What about it?” She was clearly trying to sound nonchalant about it, but her voice was so quiet and fragile, it was clear that we were on perilous territory. If I wasn’t careful with this conversation, it could cause a huge rift between me and my best friend. I sat on the corner of her bed, hoping that it would emphasize my non-confrontational tone.
“You said you’d wanted to do it for a while,” I said quietly. Gina slipped her shirt on, a cream colored camisole, quietly, keeping her back to me. The silence hung heavy in the air.
“Did I?” She had her guard up. I realized that the only time I’d seen her act like this was with ex-boyfriends that she’d hoped for an easy breakup with, but had gotten, as she put it, “addicted”. She was trying to push me away and minimize the whole thing. Knowing how things usually turned out with people she gave this treatment to, it was in my best interest to head this off.
“You did,” I said. Then, quietly, as it was more an admission for me as it was for her, “and I kind of liked it.” Anyone else would have missed her subtle tensing. To the casual observer, what I’d said meant nothing to Gina. I knew her too well, though. She’d heard me, and it struck something in her, though I wasn’t sure what. She didn’t say anything as she went searching for more clothes, so I kept talking. “I…I don’t know exactly what that means about me, or what it meant to you, but I know that, for me, at least, this is something very new and…well, frankly, kind of scary. I’d like to talk about it.” Gina was fidgeting with a pair of pants, though not in any way that could be construed as anything other than nervousness.
“I…” she started, her back still to me. “It was just a stupid kiss, Mary,” she said, turning around, her jaw fixed as she avoided eye contact. “It didn’t mean anything.”
“It did to me.” She couldn’t hide the impact that had on her. I’d caught her off guard. She wanted me to let this drop, but there was too much riding on this. Not only was this a moment of self-discovery for me, but I knew, in my bones, that if we just buried this, it could have devastating long term effects on our friendship. She stared me down, trying to will me to drop it. I just stared back as the seconds ticked into minutes.
“Mary,” she finally said, “what do you want me to say? We double teamed a guy, he got me off, and I felt a little…I don’t know…romantic? It was a spur of the moment thing.”
“You said that you’d wanted to do it for years.” I could tell by the look on her face that she’d forgotten that part. She’d been on the verge of collapse at the time, so I didn’t blame her.
“I…I…” she stammered, waggling her jaw. “I didn’t mean…”
“Just because you didn’t mean to say it doesn’t mean you didn’t mean what you said,” I said quietly. “You wanted to do it for years. I didn’t. But I kind of wish you’d stop dancing around it so we can figure out what comes next.” She sat heavily on the bed a little ways away from me, staring out the window at nothing in particular.
“I didn’t mean to put you in this situation,” she finally said. “This whole…thing…has gone so much further than I expected.”
“You’re not going to start moaning about ruining my marriage again, are you?” I shot her a sly grin. She smiled.
“No, R was all you. I’ve accepted that. I can’t blame myself for your actions. I enabled you, I may have been a bit too encouraging, but you didn’t take much pushing. Even Alberto was all you. I gave you the opportunity to turn back, and you insisted. The kiss, though…” She drifted off. She seemed to be remembering the event, staring off into nothing.
“The kiss,” I repeated, trying to drag her back to reality. She blinked a few times and shook her head, straightening her posture.
“The kiss was the first time I forced anything on you. I didn’t ask, I didn’t go half way and let you come to me, I just kissed you. That’s a threshold I dragged you across. It was wrong of me,” she said. For the first time since she sat on the bed, it felt like she was avoiding making eye contact with me. I slid over, closing the couple feet between her and I on the bed and put my arm around her shoulders. I’d never thought of it as her dragging me across a line. In the moment, she had done what felt right. I couldn’t fault her for that.
“St. Bart’s has a way of…watering down inhibitions,” I started cautiously. “What you did was…surprising, to say the least. Had you not done it, I doubt I would have ever even considered doing it myself. I’m glad you did, though.” I squeezed her shoulder and she leaned into me.
“No regrets?”
“I don’t regret R, I don’t regret Alberto, and I sure as anything don’t regret you. It’s caused me some mental…I don’t know if turmoil is the right word. I’ve been tossing…the b-word…around my mind quite a bit this morning.”
“…Bitch?” I laughed, and after a moment’s confusion, Gina joined in, too. It was good to hear her laugh.
When at last the giggles died down, I managed to finally say, “No, not bitch.” Then my churchy upbringing kicked in, and the next four syllables suddenly became very hard to say out loud. “Bisexual,” I finally whispered. Saying out loud somehow made it more real, and the reality brought with it fresh waves of guilt and doubt. Gina pulled away from me to give me a doubtful look.
“Bi? You mean, you?” I shrugged.
“Isn’t that what you were going for last night?”
“Well…I guess, yeah, I…kind of, but I didn’t expect Ms. Contrary to succumb to the dark side so quickly.”
“Well, I’m not saying I AM, I’m just saying…” What was I saying? I desperately wanted Gina to hop in and interrupt me, pilot the conversation through this minefield for me, but she just let me flounder. Finally, I decided the truth was as good a course as any, consequences be damned. We’d come this far, anyways. “I’m just saying…you’re a really good kisser, and I kinda really liked watching you with Alberto this morning.” I could feel the heat in my cheeks as I turned a brilliant shade of red. “Is that…bad?”
It was Gina’s turn to put her arm around me. “No, Mary, honey. Not bad at all. You’re just curious. Given the week you’ve had, a little curiosity about some of the more taboo topics is to be expected. What you do with your curiosity is up to you, though.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, tomorrow we fly back home, so this is your last night at St. Bart’s. We could go out on the town, find a wild local boy or three and show them the time of their lives, maybe get you a few more firsts, or…”
“Or?”
“…Or we could stay in tonight. Just the two of us.” The implication hung heavy in the air. Both ideas were appealing. There was just one thing tipping the scales for me. At home, given what I had learned on this trip, men would be easy to come by, if I chose to continue coming by them. How often was I going to find a willing woman, though? Gina jetted into and out of town like the wind blowing through sometimes, so she wasn’t going to be reliably there for experimenting, and who’s to say I’d still have the nerve to try it back home, surrounded by Frank and my church groups and my housewife duties…
“I think…” I said, my mind a hair’s breadth away from being made up. What if I don’t like it, though? What if I make this grand decision for our final night in this paradise, and it ends up being a dud because I’m not as into women as I thought I was? “I think…” I repeated. Then it dawned on me. Here, away from Alberto, away from anything else that could clog my mind, I could be sure. “Kiss me,” I said, looking into her eyes. “Before I decide, kiss me like you’ve always wanted to.” Gina’s cheeks flushed at the mention of her always wanting to kiss me, like she still wasn’t used to that particular secret being out of the bag. Nervously, her tongue darted across her lips. I followed suit, desperately not wanting chapped lips to ruin this moment. She leaned in slowly, and I mirrored, before one last cautionary thought passed through my mind. “Just a kiss, though,” I whispered, knowing how quickly a kiss can get out of hand. “If I…if it goes well, we’ll…” I trailed off, not sure how best to word it. Fortunately, Gina read my mind and nodded, almost imperceptibly.
“We’ll see. Later,” she whispered before closing her eyes and pressing her lips to mine. My eyes shot open wide at the sensation. With men, kissing is so aggressive, so rough. From the word go, Gina was soft and gentle, smooth like silk, without a hint of urgency or direction. Men kiss with a goal in mind. Gina kissed like it was the goal, like all she wanted in this world was to take her time and explore what two people could do with just their lips and tongues pressed together. She was incredible. After the initial shock of actually willingly crossing the line, I gently closed my eyes and savored the feeling as Gina gently probed her tongue, testing the waters and finding me very willing. As I welcomed her, entwining our tongues together in a delicate dance, her hand rose to my cheek. She leaned in only slightly, pressing herself into the kiss a bit harder. I could feel myself succumbing to her, leaning back on the bed. I was ready to do whatever she wanted, however she wanted, for as long as she wanted, right then and there. My body was awash in a warm, radiating glow unlike anything I’d felt before. I didn’t want to fuck her, I didn’t want her to take me. I just wanted her to never stop.
My mind came back to me, regrettably, when my back hit the mattress, though, and I reached up and patted her harshly on the shoulder to get her attention. Just a kiss, I’d said, and this was quickly starting to look like more than just a kiss. Gina broke off almost before I signaled her, though she remained hovering over me, a look of supreme bliss on her face.
“So,” she whispered, “what will it be for your final night in St. Bart’s, Ms. Mary?”
I could barely talk with the insuppressible smile on my face. “Do you even need to ask?”
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