Chapter Three

We got there at about nine in the morning. What a place! A large cedar wood A-frame on the beach flanked by tall thin coconut palms. Plush, with a hot tub in front on the deck overlooking the wide beach and the sea beyond. Large wood beams stuck out over the first half of the deck extending from the second floor balconies. Downstairs was a huge open room backed by a fabulous kitchen. Giant wood columns, almost like telephone poles held up the second floor. Couches spread along one wall facing a fireplace. Bare polished wood floors. Simple elegance. Every electronic entertainment device you can imagine. Upstairs three bedrooms. Two great 'masters' in front facing the surf. Both had king size beds. Behind them two super bathrooms and a third smaller bedroom with two double bunk beds.

Billy marched us upstairs and told me to drop my stuff with hers in the room on the right. Jen and Chris the other. She then told us that we would share the rooms, and so that everyone could get to know me better we could rotate bedmates every night. So far, so good.

Following Billy's specific instructions about what to bring, unpacking took about ten seconds. But only because I paused to look outside at the surf peeling off the point. I couldn't wait to get out in it. Her 'dress code' for our two weeks suited me just fine.

"O.K," she said the day before we left, "here are my rules. We got to relax, get natural, get naked."

She then explained, "While we are up there, the dress code is as follows: nobody can wear more than three articles of clothing at any time."

"What about shoes?" I asked with a giggle, "Does that count as two?"

We laughed, and Billy said shoes did count, but only as one as did jewelry and tattoos.

Chris, a basic Californian fashion horse, looked a bit put off. She asked if that included going out or to the store.

Billy's reply, like Billy, was simple and direct. "It means the entire time Christie. Every time one of us breaks the rules they will be punished and sent home. You got it?"

Five minutes later the four of us were bounding down the beach in our bikinis with our boards and fins and headed for a few gut busting hours of surfing in the crystal clear waves, under the bluest sky you ever saw. Eighty-five degrees, light offshore trades, and not a cloud anywhere. Heaven on earth. About one in the afternoon Billy shouted to me to go in, grab a ton of fruit from the well stocked refrigerator, throw some drinks in a cooler and to "Drag it and my cute brown ass back down here."

We ate lunch and passed out on the beach. It was time to tan the flip sides so we all just laid down in the sand on our backs. As I lay back, I just ever so casually reached back and pulled the neck and back tie of my bikini top.

"Wow, nature girl of the islands. What next?" Jen said with a bit of a bite in her tone. Billy on the other hand just flashed a fine sly smile in my direction. Was it the hot sun, the four hours of surfing, or did I read something in that look that told me it was going to be an interesting couple of weeks? I wanted to find out. I never put the top back on the rest of the day.

After dinner on the deck, we sat in the hot tub and got rather "fucked up" on some wine that probably cost more than I wanted to know.

Beat, sun baked and blasted, we faded away. Slowly we crawled up the stairs to our rooms. Billy said she was changing for bed. I found that a bit strange in that all she was wearing at the time was a pareo hanging tied around her neck and her bikini bottom. But sure as can be, I watched as she stripped off the pareo and the bottoms and pulled on a long tee-shirt.

She saw my look and said, "Can't help it Baby, its the only thing I can sleep in. What do you sleep in? Whatever it is it's O.K. with me. Honest, don't worry. Put on whatever is comfortable for you."

"Well if you're sure," I replied. "I've slept the same way for at least the last five years." With that, I peeled off the hot yellow g-string bottom that I'd worn all day and hopped on top of the bed.

"You sleep totally naked?!" she asked, sounding rather shocked.

"Sure, I was almost naked all day and you didn't seem to mind." I was worried and defensive. But somewhat defiantly I shot out, "Got a problem with this?"

Billy paused, looked me over ever so slowly and purred, "No baby, I just think you're the hottest thing I've ever seen. Do you shave?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well you have almost no body hair at all except for that wild forest on the top of your head. I never noticed that your bush is so small."

"No, that's just the way I am. I guess all my hair decided to get centralized on the top," I giggled.

"You are a lucky one," she said as she reached over and turned off the light. We lay side by side visible to one another in the moonlight reflected off the sea through the open sliding glass door. She reached over ever so gently and stroked my hair, then she rolled over and gave me the sweetest gentle kiss. Even though I was drunk and about to fade into sleep, I was surprised a little, but not put off. She stared into my eyes for a second, and I stared right back. I didn't say a thing. Again her lips met mine. To my surprise I parted mine and as I did, her tongue slipped ever so softly between them. Her hand moved to my thigh and she began to stroke it ever so gently. This was new territory for me. If Billy had been one of my boyfriends, I'd have known exactly what to do and what was coming. I'd never been like this with another girl. But I had no feelings that weren't good.

"You are so beautiful. I love the way your skin looks with that sheen from the hint of sweat on it, and your hair spread all over the place," she said as her hand crept up my leg onto my stomach and she ever so lightly traced her way along. I closed my eyes and let out a soft sigh that betrayed me. The next thing I knew, her tongue was flicking my nipple and her hand was caressing my other breast. As my back began to arch up betraying my feelings, she suddenly bit hard on my nipple. I let out a little squeal, and she stopped, pulling her head and hands back.

"Did you like that?" she asked.

"It hurt!" I whined.

She paused a second and said, "Yeah, I know it hurts. But... did you like it?"

Again I surprised myself and without thinking said, "Yes. It hurt... but I did." I reached down under her tee-shirt and put my hand right on her heat. At that point she shocked and disappointed me by saying, "No Lani. We don't know each other that well." Then she softened her tone, "We will have to wait, baby." With that she just stopped that wonderful tender loving and rolled over on her back.

"We have a full day coming tomorrow. We had better get a good night's sleep. Sleep well."

Not a word was said after that. I lay there looking at the moonlight playing as reflected waves on the ceiling, and trying to figure out what had just happened. I heard some slight sounds of giggling and a bit of thrashing around coming from Jen and Chris' room. I was thinking that perhaps a whole lot more was going on among my friends than I had been aware of. I remember I smiled as I drifted off to sleep.