Waking up to a cool morning spring breeze with the sweet scent of saltwater is one of my favorite things. Rolling over, I notice that I’m completely alone in the room. Sounds coming from the patio draw my attention; I see Joe talking on the phone. I’ve seen him engage in this behavior quite a few times over the past three months, so I know it’s a business call. He’s had them on weekends on occasion. Joe is casually pacing in the grass, stopping to pick up the ball and toss it for Sadie when she brings it over.
Joe and Sadie pop in on me in the kitchenette just as I finish preparing Sadie’s breakfast.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
“Morning,” I reply, drying my hands and then petting Sadie.
Finishing his drink first, Joe picks up Sadie’s empty bowl and places it in the sink with his glass. Before I finish swallowing the last gulp, Joe sandwiches my body between his and the counter. He takes the glass from my hand, places it in the sink, and delivers a tender kiss that mirrors one we shared last night. I indulge him and reciprocate before removing my lips.
Joe and I meet up with Jared and Nathan for breakfast. Then, we head to the Northwestern shores of Maui for zip-lining. We embark on the first line, marveling at the beauty of the valleys and sugar cane fields that lead to the second line as our guides offer insight into the stunning Hawaiian landscape and culture. We travel along the double lines, racing each other as we zoom past the Pacific Ocean, follow the trail to the natural pool for a zip-line splash and swim, and get to see the spectacular West Maui Mountains.
In the afternoon, Jimmy and Allen join Joe and me on a helicopter tour over the entire island. Being back in the air strangely didn’t bother me when we took off. Soaring above the land, I realize that there’s so much more to see and do in Maui. We only have all day tomorrow and Monday before we leave which is not enough time.
Getting back to the hotel, we find out that it’s just the four of us for dinner. Henry scheduled a romantic dinner for him and Maggie while Jared and Nathan scheduled a couples massage and a meal for two in the suite.
Since we don’t need to rush to ready, the four of us decide to take a short nap. Somehow Joe ends up in my bed with Sadie and me. He tries to kiss me again, but I skillfully avoid him. It’s not that I don’t want to kiss him. It’s the very fact that I want to that concerns me, especially after last night and this morning.
I’ve kissed a lot of men, far many more than I’ve had sex with. None of the men I’ve only kissed held my interest long enough for me to want to take it any further. After the first kiss or two, a girl knows more about a guy than he realizes. The way he treats your mouth is a key indicator of his ability in bed. All of those whom I have had sex with were never able to satisfy me with an orgasm on their own — even the good kissers. I’d either have to rub myself with him inside of me, which many get offended by, or I’d just take care of myself at home.
The challenge I’m having with Joe is that I want to kiss him. It’s odd because I’ve never wanted to keep kissing a man. Every time he kisses me, or I think about kissing him, my body wants more. I’ve tried going out to pick up a guy on my own since going to Ayana’s, but none of the men are appealing to me. It’s like my body doesn’t want any other man until I test-drive Joe.
I’m not sure what I should do. I’ve tried to avoid him in the past and it just made it more difficult. Maybe if I give in, I’ll eventually get bored and my desire will go away.
The first awake from our nap out of the three bodies on the bed, and seeing the sunset on the horizon, I check the time on the clock. I’d get up, but my body is encased by Joe’s. Rotating into him, I watch him rest for a few moments before trailing my fingers through his hair.
“Hey, beautiful,” his husky voice delivers.
“Hey.”
“Did we oversleep?”
“I think so,” I confess. “It’s almost six.”
“Wow. Really?”
“Yeah. I need to feed Sadie. You should see if Jimmy and Allen are up.”
“Five more minutes?” Joe requests. His right hand pulls me in closer before it dips down to my ass and scoops my leg over his.
“What are you doing?” I slide my leg back, but he holds it in place.
“Getting more comfortable.” He subdues my mouth with his. I can feel his groin against mine as my lady parts dampen.
As I draw my head away, he immediately cups my face and lures me back. I can’t help but comply with his demand. Keeping our mouths locked, he rolls on top of me placing my legs on either side of his hips. I shift, accidentally causing my crotch to grind into his. He enthusiastically moans and slides his tongue deeper into my mouth. I gasp when his hand slips under the edge of my shirt getting a hold on my waist.
My heart jumps when there’s a knock on the door. Joe quickly and quietly exits through the sliding glass door.
“Just a second,” I reply, trying to sound like I just woke up.
“Hey, sweetie. I just woke up and didn’t know if you and Joe were still sleeping. I knocked on his door, but there wasn’t a response.” Jimmy says when I open the door.
“Did you try using the patio door?”
“No. I didn’t want to catch him naked or anything if you know what I mean.”
My dirty mind flashes to a variety of images of the things Joe could be doing in there, naked or not.
“Well, we can send Sadie in there or we could call him,” I suggest. A lump forms in my throat as I remember that Joe’s phone might be next to mine on the nightstand.
The sound of a door opening scares me for a second until I see Joe standing behind Jimmy. “Hey. What’s up?”
“Why don’t you guys start getting ready and I’ll wake Allen?” Jimmy suggests.
“Sure,” Joe and I say at the same time.
Jimmy nods and heads back to his room. I wipe my hands over my face in shock of almost being caught. Turning, I see Joe’s phone next to mine.
“I think you stay in your room for the rest of the trip.” I shove Joe’s phone into his chest.
He snags my wrist. “Will you join me?”
“No. Now get out, I need to get ready.”
“Think about it?” he suggests playfully.
“No. Now go,” I insist, taking an assertive step towards him.
“You’re just as sexy when you’re mad.”
I glower my response as best as I can.
“Okay, I’m going.”
Once Joe’s door is closed, I feed Sadie and then make sure that the sliding door is open enough for her to get in and out. I lock both the bedroom door and the bathroom door before hopping into the shower. Just as I’m putting on my Jimmy Choo’s, there’s a knock on the door.
“It’s open,” I announce.
“Allen’s almost…damn, Emma, you look hot,” Jimmy says. “Hey, Joe. Come check out Emma.”
“He’s going to see me in a…” my voice wanes as Joe enters the room and my eyes soak up the utterly sensual sight of him.
“Wow,” Joe breathes out.
“I know! Right?!” Jimmy agrees.
I blush at their statements and the dirty thoughts running through my mind.
Dining under the stars is breathtaking and seductive, especially with Joe sitting right next to me. It looks like my masturbation session in the shower was only foreplay given my current state of arousal. Along with the moisture that is gathering between my legs, I can feel several muscles beginning to tense in my shoulders. No drinking allowed tonight — rules would definitely be broken if I do.
I intently focus my attention on the light conversation my dining companions are having. Joe is a distraction, but it’s much more tolerable than discussing Maggie, Henry, their engagement, and the potential wedding happening in the next few months.
“So what should we do tomorrow?” Jimmy asks.
“You boys do what you want. I can entertain myself. I was thinking of going to the spa.”
As much as I want to explore more of this vibrant island, I need to get the kinks out of my body. Joe helped a little last night, but the tension returned two-fold after almost getting caught by Jimmy.
“We could join you,” Allen suggests.
“Sure, if you want. I just figured you two would want more guy time.”
“What do you think?” Jimmy asks Joe.
“I’m good with whatever,” he replies. “Didn’t you want to check out more local art for the gallery?”
“When are you going to the spa?” Allen asks.
“Probably the morning.”
“We can easily do both,” Allen suggests.
“Then, that settles it,” Jimmy states. “We’ll join Emma for a spa morning and then enjoy the rest of the day with other local visual delicacies.”
After finishing dinner, Jimmy and Allen choose to take another stroll throughout the hotel to look at the impressive art collection a second time. Joe and I head back to the suite. After getting changed, I tie my hair up and grab Sadie’s ball. Just as I’m about to leave my room, Joe knocks on the door. He’s changed too, and not into pajamas. Looks like he’s planning on joining us on the beach.
Back from our four-mile jog, I take a shower before grabbing a book and heading out to the fire pit with Sadie. To avoid temptation when Joe comes out, because I know he’ll be outside soon, I purposefully put on a pair of workout capris over my boy-shorts underwear. I don’t bother with a bra, but I do grab a cardigan for additional coverage.
About ten or fifteen minutes later, like clockwork, Joe is sitting down on the same couch as me. Two seconds later, Jimmy and Allen come out as well. The three of them start chit-chatting as I read. My attention gets drawn to Joe who is suddenly massaging my left foot. I don’t look up, but I’m not able to read any longer because of his touch.
“What are you reading?” Allen explores.
“Some romance novel.” I hand it to him to see.
“If you don’t like it, then why are you reading it?” Jimmy questions.
“Maggie joined a book club at the beginning of the year and signed me up for it too,” I explain. “Now, I’m stuck reading stupid, erotic, romance novels each month.”
Joe chuckles under his breath.
“What’s wrong with romance novels?” Jimmy contends.
“The books that the group keeps picking are about a bunch of stupid virgins who end up having sex with brooding billionaires, who are dominant men in business and sex,” I say with mild agitation. “There’s not much story and the only decent parts are the sex scenes, even though they’re far-fetched in how a man can please a woman. The naivety of the women is nauseating. Plus, the depictions of BDSM are weak. Not everyone who is into BDSM has a dark past.”
“Wow! Either you’re a virgin or you just really need to get laid,” Allen chuckles.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but I am not a virgin.”
“Someone definitely needs to get laid then. All that angst, she must be really horny,” Jimmy says.
“Had a boyfriend into BDSM?” Allen searches.
“I’ve never had a boyfriend. Remember. I don’t date.”
“So you’re the one into BDSM?” Jimmy asks.
“Everyone is curious and experiments in BDSM at some level. Those who deny it to themselves and their partners are either in the closest or are prudes,” I reply.
Joe’s hand immediately stops massaging my foot.
“Please, tell us how you really feel,” Allen teases.
I blush a little at my rant and book bashing, but I think it’s hidden behind the light of the fire.
“Sounds like she’s never had a man properly satisfy her,” Jimmy suggests.
“When needed, I’ve always been able to satisfy myself.”
Joe’s hand clamps down on my foot after my statement. I completely forgot that he was sitting here. He’s been so quiet the whole time.
“So how often do you take care of yourself?” Jimmy inquires.
“Jimmy!” Joe scolds.
“It’s just some friendly girl banter,” Jimmy states. “It’s more common than you—“
“How often do you?” I ask.
“I don’t need to with my awesome man right here,” Jimmy claims. They exchange a few pecks and snuggle more into each other.
“Please…I may have never been in a relationship with a man, but I’ve seen and heard about enough relationships to know that everyone masturbates, at some point or another, and I’m not talking about phone sex with your partner.”
The three of them stare at me blankly.
“You know it’s true. Your lack of comment right now is proof.” I add, desperately trying not to gloat on the outside about my victory.
“Why don’t you date?” Jimmy asks.
“Choice."
“Had a bad relationship at one point?” Allen assumes.
“Nope. Never had the desire to be in one.”
“Why not?” Jimmy inquires.
“Jimmy, leave her alone,” Joe scolds.
“Why? I know you’re dying to know,” Jimmy professes.
Despite the low light of the fire, I can see Joe’s face drain from all color except pure rosiness in his cheeks. I feel my face flush a little after Jimmy’s statement.
The four of us sit quietly again. I’m searching for a topic to change to and I’m guessing that Jimmy’s looking for the next question to put me or Joe on the spot.
Allen opens the book and starts reading. “She’s right about the sex scenes being hot. I’m turned and it’s about heterosexuals.”
“Really?!” Jimmy inquires. “Let me see that.”
I can’t help but giggle.
“So, Emma. When’s your birthday?” Jimmy inquires.
“Why?”
“I know when everyone else’s birthdays are; Jared’s at the end of the month, Maggie’s in July, and Nathan’s in August. When I asked them about yours they wouldn’t tell me.”
“It’s not important.”
“How is your birthday not important?” Joe asks.
“It’s not.”
“Everyone’s birthday is important,” Jimmy claims.
“Not mine."
“Even yours,” Allen encourages.
Rising to my feet, I say, "Not mine.” I make my way to my room.
I lock the bathroom door and take a bath. With my vibrator in hand, I relax after three orgasms. With just a robe on, I peek out to see who could be in my room — no one. I put my tank top and boy-shorts underwear back on and then accompany Sadie on the bed. With one light still on, I lay on my back staring at the ceiling petting Sadie for a while.
When I sit up, I spot Joe in the sliding glass doorway. Sadie jumps down to greet him.
“Hey,” he says.
“Hey.”
“You okay?” He remains in the doorway.
“I’m fine.” I lie.
“Jimmy was just…” He stands back up as Sadie jumps back on the bed.
“It’s okay.”
“Good. If you need me, I’m right next door. Okay?” Joe doesn’t come in.
“Yeah."
“Emma?”
“Yeah, Joe?”
“Goodnight, beautiful.”