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Hawaii

By: woody1_38



As the plane left the ground I settled back into my seat and closed my eyes. This was supposed to be our special getaway, a chance to rekindle that love and passion that seamed so long gone. I could still remember the way she looked in that new bikini as she posed for me. The high cut sides rode all the way up her hips showing her beautiful bottom. I tried to talk her into buying a thong, but she said "forty year old woman don't wear thongs on public beaches, even in Hawaii." That was before she got that damned assignment and had to cancel our special trip. So here I was flying to the island of Kauai for the AICPA conference alone. I had thought about canceling the trip as these accounting conferences are usually very boring and other attendees are just as boring. 

But the tickets were paid for and the room at the Princeville resort on the Northern part of the island was supposed to be one of the 10 most beautiful places on earth. So I packed my swimsuit and decided to enjoy the trip as a solo. I has been 15 years since I have had a vacation by myself, I started to wonder if I would remember how to have fan alone on a tropical island. My relationship with my wife is very good, we love each other but we have definitely fallen into that rut that comes with dual careers and kids entering the teen years. We socialize and we do all the things that we are supposed to do, but that spark that kept us going has somehow slipped away and the routine day-to-day life has taken its place. Although we both pride ourselves on staying fit, we seam to be doing it for health reasons rather then to please each other. Our lovemaking has also become routine. Once a week on Saturday nights with the lights out. A wild time is Sunday morning trying to be quite so the kids don't hear. It didn't seam that long ago that we would make love all the time and with a great deal of variety. I don't know what happened.

As I ordered another drink I noticed the beautiful stewardess smile at me as she handed me my drink and ask if this was my first trip to Hawaii. I told her it was and that I was looking forward to getting some relaxation. When I told her I was going to stay at the Princeville resort, she let out a swoon and regaled in a tale of week she and her boyfriend had spent there and what a romantic place it was. She asked me if my wife was joining me there. I told her unfortunately I was going to the conference solo. She gave me a half smile and said I am sure you will have fun. I again started to think that I should have canceled this trip. As I boarded my plane in Honolulu for the short flight to Kauai, I started to notice the heat. It was 14 degrees when I bored the plane back in the states, the humidity made it almost unbearable in my suit. I was glad that I had packed plenty of shorts and t-shirts. It was going to feel great to leave the suit in the closet for 10 days. I even vowed to not wear a coat and tie to the conference days this was a direct snub of the accounting profession. For the first time I was starting to feel good about this trip. It has been forever that I have done something just for me, and I promised my self that I was going to have fun and enjoy myself.

The limo pulled into the entry way of the hotel and I was floored by its over all beauty. The area was so lush and so beautiful I could hardly catch my breath. I decided to register and then hit the pool for some sun and reading. While checking in I noticed a big sign welcoming all the accountants. What surprised me was that under neat that was a welcome to the American Society of Home Crafts. I thought to myself "great 10 days filled with hippy dippy craftsmen. I didn't give it much more thought as I changed and headed for the pool. I t had to be 90 degrees with 90% humidity. I needed a cold beer. To my amazement the pool bar was a swim up so I stripped down to my suit and swam over to sample some of the local beers. As I sat there I gazed around the pool. I could not believe the beautiful women that were lying by the pools sipping mai tai's and reading trashy romance novels. It looked like a Sports Illustrated Swim suit issue, only I was there. I was glad that I had worn my sunglasses as I figured that it would be a little embarrassing to be staring with my tongue hanging out. This was going to be a great trip.

Part of the conference package was day trips to various points of interest on the Island. The next morning I showed up to catch a bus for a day hike in Waimea Canyon. There were about 30 of us on the bus; most of them were couples much older than myself. But to my surprise there was a beautiful blonde woman sitting at the front of the bus. She had the creamiest skin and the loveliest blonde hair I had ever seen. I knew instantly that she was not an accountant. Unfortunately when we got to the canyon we were split into four groups and off we went into the canyon. After a long day of hiking we all met back at the bus. I again noticed my blonde "friend". She seamed to have made friends with an elderly couple on the trip and spent the drive home chatting with them. I could pick up bits and pieces of their conversation and came to realize that she had a soft southern accent that just fit her beautifully. I was mesmerized. The ride was all to short and like that she was gone.

That night at dinner I joined a few accountant that had stayed for a seminar on tax updates so I got the low down and told them about the trip to the canyon, as they were all heading on that trip tomorrow. Just then my blonde friend entered the dinning area. I watched as she scanned the room as if to find an empty place just as I stood to ask her if she would like to join us she spotted the older couple from the bus and joined them. Tonight she was wearing a beautiful floral pattern dress that looked so wonderful on her beautiful body. The one thing I noticed is that she seamed to have a smile on her face at all times and looked just happy to be there.

The next day I spent all day in lectures on estate trusts-if you ever have trouble sleeping try that for about 15 minutes. It was still hot and only four o'clock so I decided to head for the pool. As I sipped a cold beer and scanned the crowed I noticed my blonde friend lying on a beach chair reading a Home Design magazine. She was wearing a bikini that was absolutely stunning. I realized for the first time at how well endowed she was, I would estimate at least a D cup and maybe a double D. And her body was that of a woman not some scrawny model. I was in lust. I decided it was now or never and took her over another wine collar like the one she was just finishing. I approached and she put her magazine down and accepted my offer of the drink. She then totally surprised me by asking how I had enjoyed my day at the canyon. I could not believe that she noticed me. We chatted about the beauty of the island and of the resort in general. I found out that she was there for the craft seminar and that she owned her own craft business back home in North Carolina. I knew she couldn't be an accountant. She said that she enjoyed meeting me but had to meet some friends for dinner. As she walked away, I asked her name, she turned and told me it was Nicki. I said Nicki can I buy you another wine spritzer tomorrow night same time. She smiled and said she would like that and walked away. I watched as her hips swayed back and fourth. Her beautiful ass burned an image into my brain that will live there forever.

I spent the next day not thinking about the changes in the tax code as the lecturer drowned on. My thoughts were on Nicki and that wonderful smile and soft gentle voice. I could not get the image of her sexy ass out of my mind. MY wife is the polar opposite of Nicki, where my wife is slender with a very dark complexion Nicki is blonde with faire skin. Nicki is also very voluptuous. Her breasts are the things that wet dreams are made of. I had have never been unfaithful to my wife, but as that speech went on my thoughts were less then matrimonial. I have long had a fantasy to have bust woman, and Nicki was even more that I had fantasized about. I was glad they had us recap the meeting at the end because I was in no condition to stand up and leave. Nothing kills an erection quicker than a room full of accountants talking tax.

I hurried to my room and slipped out of my shorts and shirt and took a quick shower. As I was in the shower my cock began to swell in thoughts of Nicki. I turned the water to cold and let it subside. I quickly dressed and headed to the pool. There she was sitting at a small table reading a menu. She was wearing a very sexy one piece bating suit and a floppy sun hat, man she looked gorgeous. When I approached the table her face lit up into one of those smiles that warms you to your very core we talked about our days (I did not mention my thoughts of her during the lecture, nor my shower trouble). We realized that we were both heading out on the same day trip tomorrow, a snorkeling trip to Poipu Beach. She told me she had never snorkeled before and was a little nervous. As an avid snorkel and sometimes diver I told her to stick with me I would show her the ropes. She smiled and said that would be her pleasure to have a private instructor. We shared a drink and watched the sun melt into the sea; I asked Nicki if she would like to join me for dinner. She said she would love to and we headed to our rooms to change. 

When she met me in the restaurant I again noticed that her beauty was breathtaking. She had let her down, were she usually wore it in a ponytail. And she again had on a floral dress with a red gardenia behind her ear. I felt all eyes on us as we walked to our table. I am sure all eyes were on her, even though I to was looking pretty good. We chatted through the appetizers, both avoiding what we knew we would eventually have to talk about. Finally after some of the most delicious yellow fin tuna, she asked me why my wife was not with me. We had both noticed the wedding bands on each other, but pretended they didn't exist. I told her of the emergency that came up at her office and how I almost canceled the trip but really need to attend the conference. She had told me that her and her husband had planned on making this a second honeymoon when at the last minute there daughter had come down with the chicken pox and as her husband had not had them yet it was best that he stay home, as he was sure to get them. Our conversation had turned form some innocent flirtations to an emotional outpouring of how our lives had changed over the past few years as we questioned what had happened to the spontaneity of our lives. When the topic of sexes crept into the conversation we decided it was time to go to bed as we had an early morning of diving planed. I walked her to her room and let her in when I was turning to go she grabbed my arm and turned me back, gently she kissed my lips and said thanks for the wonderful night. I turned and headed for my room wondering what had just happened. 

The next morning I awoke with a warm glow as the cool tropical breeze bathed my body. As I came out of a deep dream about Nicki and I alone, I realized that my cock was rock hard and my balls were swollen. I wish I could remember what I was dreaming. It was getting late and I need to meet Nicki so there was no time for enjoyment. After a quick shower and shave I grabbed my gear and headed down to breakfast. I was greeted by with a playful hug. Man she felt great. We ate breakfast and I explained to her about the joys of the ocean. After breakfast we boarded the bus for Poipu and a day of fun in the sun. Nicki was wearing a baggy sundress, but I could tell she had her bating suit on underneath. 

When we got to the beach the guide gave us the quick rundown and we all headed for the beach. As we found a place to set up camp, I began to strip down to my suit. As Nicki did the same, she first slipped her beach dress over her head revealing her one-piece bathing suit to my wondering eyes. It was navy blue with high cut thighs, mmmmm I loved those legs. As she turned to put her dress in her bag she bent over giving me a view of that womanly ass. I was mesmerized by it; al I could think of was reaching out for a quick touch. Lost in my reverie I did not notice her look back, busted. Nicki gave me a big smile and said, " I know it is big, but you don't have to stare." I said quite the contrary, you have a lovely, ummm, body. With that she grabbed her mask and fins and headed towards the water. I followed like a starved puppy with my tongue hanging out. He suit did little to show off her ample breast, they appeared to be shoved in there and held tight, which was a good thing because I did not need and more distractions. 

We floated around the bay for about an hour before we decided to have a break and get some sun. The fish viewing was spectacular, Nicki was bubbling with excitement over the fish. As we headed back to our towels I noticed that Nicki had become a little red on her creamy white shoulders and the back of her thighs. Trying to be a gentleman I quickly offered to apply some sun tan lotion, Nick lay on her belly on the big beach towel and I began to rub her legs. Her skin was so soft and warm. I lingered on her legs for what seamed like hours, as I ran my hand up her inner thigh I felt her twitch a little and watched her bottom settle in contentedly. With each stroke I got bolder and bolder till I was reaching so far between her thighs I almost touched her suit covered crotch. She finally asked if I was going to do her shoulders, I begrudgingly left her legs. As I applied some lotion to my hands she probe red herself up and removed the straps from her shoulders. This had allowed be a quick view of the top of her massive breasts. Which spilled out the sides as she lay back down. I again took my time applying lotion and making sure to get the sides of her boobs nice and covered. I wouldn't want her to get a burn.

The day seamed to fly by, we talked as if we had known each other all our lives. The best thing was there was no conversation about scheduling the kids pickups, household budget, or retirement income. It was just a man and a woman sharing new stories and truly enjoying each other as human beings, all to soon it was time to go back to the hotel. Nicki had consented to have dinner with me that night, so I asked her to meet me in the living room for a sunset. There is a sign in the entrance to the living room of the Princeville resort that reads, "A place for lovers watch the sun melt into the sea". I knew that my feelings for Nicki were growing each and everyday. As I waited for her to come I had a drink and for the first time, I questioned my own intentions. I wanted to make love to this woman more than anything in the world. She was beautiful, articulate and just a joy to be with. I knew that I loved my wife very much but something stronger was driving me, a need to feel like a desirable man. It had been so long since a woman had taken this kind of interest in me, and it felt good. I did not know if Nicki shared my feelings and did not want to push it or ruin a friendship. Just then she walked through the door, and more heads then just mine turned. She was stunning in her Hawaiian dress with a fresh cut flower in her ear. Then and there I decided if the situation arose I would go for it.

We had a lovely dinner and sunset. We both seamed actually upset that tomorrow was the longest day of each of our seminars. I think we both had hoped for another day like today. But being the last full day our respective conferences there was to be a large luau at the hotel pool and Nicki agreed to be my date. Then we each had half-day sessions to wrap up the seminar on Friday morning. As we both had planned to be her with our spouses we both did not have flights back until Sunday midday. This would give us Friday afternoon and evening all day Saturday and half of Sunday to have some fun.

After dinner we went to the bar for a nightcap and there was a little band playing some island music. I asked Nicki if she cared to dance and to my delight she agreed. As I held her in my arms she melted into my body. Those amazing breast were smashed into my chest as I held her close and breathed in her scent. As I rocked her back and forth I felt that familiar twitching in my pants. I began to panic, hoping she would not feel my cock growing in my pants. I knew there was know way that she would miss it. To my surprise I felt her lean in more and press her lower stomach into my stiff dick. I was in a tropical heaven. As the song ended she asked if we should sit down, knowing the condition I was in she sort of blocked me from the view of the rest of the bar. We looked longingly at each other across the table, then she said we better get some sleep, as tomorrow is an early day. I walked her to her room and thanked her for the wonderful night. I bent to kiss her and her lips turned to meet mine. We embraced and kissed each other goodnight as if we were long lost lovers. Her tongue danced in my mouth ad I gently nibbled her lips. It had been almost 18 years since I had kissed a woman other than my wife like that, but this felt so right. I bid her good night and left for my room.

When I returned to my room there was no question as to what I was going to do, as soon as my door was closed I removed my pants and s\took my growing cock in my hand. It had been some time since I had masturbated, but I knew there would be no sleep until I came. I stripped naked and stretched out on the bed and pictured my Nicki bending over her beach bag and stroked my cock to its full 7". I listened to the waves crash outside and felt the warm air on my naked body as I stroked my cock up and down. I stopped to play with bloated balls, which were aching to come. My mind filled with images of Nicki in the various states of dress, but I finally rest on the image of her in that bikini by the pool. Her breast were heaving out of the top and bulging from the sides. My pace in creased and I felt my balls begin to churn and hot come bubbled from my hard cock and spilled in hot puddles on my chest. I gasped for breath and uttered my love to Nicki as I drifted of to sleep.

The next day dragged on and on. I thought that this seminar would never end. Finally, we were excused and I rushed to my room and changed into my nicest shorts and Hawaiian shirt and headed for the luau. Looking around I saw Nicki chatting with a group of woman by the bar so I decided to saunter over and say hello. She introduced me to the woman as her escort for the evening. They all smiled and told her she was lucky girl that made me feel just great. We drank and eat and danced and just had a great time. As the evening wore on I asked Nicki if she would like to take a moonlight stroll on the beach. We walked away from the group down along stretch of deserted beach light up brilliantly by the moonlight shinning of the Pacific Ocean. We listened to the rhythms of the steal drums on the back ground as we walked hand in hand. I finally could stand it no longer. I turned to Nicki and looked her in the eye and said " I have never done anything like this in my life, but more than anything I want to make love to you under the stars. She reached up and kissed me softly and said she had always fantasized about making love underneath the stars with a handsome stranger. With that I kissed her back and let me hand drop to the checks of her ass. I held them in my hands I pressed her close to me, letting my swelling cock press into her. I heard her grown softly as I squeezed her ass softly; I could feel her checks and knew instantly that she was wearing no panties. This made my cock throb in the confines of my shorts. Nicki reached her hand to my growing bulge and gently rubbed, she looked in my eyes and told me that she had been thinking about this moment for the last 4 days. She then told me that last night when she had gotten to her room she was so frustrated that she stripped naked and fingered her self to a massive climax imagining this very scene. I chucked and confessed to my own masturbation session and we both giggled and held each other tight. I then reached down and eased the hem of her dress over her head, she stepped back and unclasped her bra letting those magnificent breast spill from their cups. She looked at me shyly and said, "I am glad we are in the moonlight it much more flattering to my body". 


Hawaii



"I was thinking Hawaii," Tony grinned, his miraculously white teeth gleaming. He'd been smoking for years and I envied those pearly whites, almost as much as I longed for his deliciously serene, sky blue eyes. Dark hair and light eyes had always been a turn-on for me. Tony's hair was perpetually bleached, but I had forgiven him this cardinal sin years ago. So I just smiled back and nodded my head. Hawaii, sounds nice.

"Maui?" Paul inquired, raising his eyebrow slowly, suggestively. This was the move he did when he was trying to intentionally drive me wild; or when he was stoned out of his mind and overreacting to someone else's words. Like, say, now. Put the blunt down, Paulie, walk away, I thought with a childish grin. He coughed just at that moment, and made me feel guilty. But he laughed it off and ran a hand slowly through his dark hair. It had become overgrown, and I wanted so badly to cut it. He wouldn't let me though. He said 'sloppiness' was 'hot' this spring. Whatever that means. My Paulie has never been much of a fashion plate.

It was my turn to interject, so I shrugged and offered, "It all sounds wonderful, boys, send me postcards." There. I hope that makes them feel immensely guilty. Making lavish vacation plans in front of their poor, destitute friend. They should feel ashamed for talking about fucking Maui when I can barely make my car payments.

"But we want you to come," Tony offered, breaking me from my chain of bitter diversion. 

"Excuse me?" I sputtered, coughing on the blunt and passing it back to Paul.

Tony reached for it, and smirked. "Yeah, we discussed this already. Right?" Paul nodded and continued to stare off into space. Fuck, he was gone. "In fact, we agreed that if you'll agree to it, we want to go in fifty-fifty on your ticket."

"I can barely pay my rent and car payments, Tone," I sighed. I wanted to wrip his snide little balls off for toying with me like this, but after ten years of friendship, you learned never to jump to conclusions when it came to Tony Lovato. "I can't pay for a trip to Hawaii, even if it's only fifty percent. I appreciate you thinking of me, but-"

"You wouldn't pay anything," he interrupted and I glared into those amazing eyes. "We'd be splitting your ticket and expenses, Paul and I. Not you, dumbass."

I stared at my best friend of the past ten years and simply gawked, open mouthed. "And you'd want to take me to Hawaii...WHY?" I practically screeched. I wasn't sure why I was so mad, but I was. I didn't appreciate Tony fucking with my head. 'Oh gee, V, let's just fly off to Hawaii and stay in a posh hotel, it won't cost a penny.' Right. Fuck you, Anthony John. Fuck you.

"I don't want to go to Hawaii without you, V," Tony spoke softly. We were sitting next to each other on the floor, and it wasn't much of a shock when he ran his hands slowly through my black hair. He did that, you know. That was Tony. He liked to touch, liked to feel on the people he loved. Especially when he was portraying his sincerity, which was often times questioned. Even by those of us lucky enough to truly know and love the guy. He was just like that. You never knew if he was being real, or trying to shit talk you. "I can't imagine a vacation without you, V," he continued. "And I don't want to."

I bit down on my lipring and stared into Tony's eyes. Was he being sincere? Fuck if I knew. So I simply went along for the ride. "I can't afford a trip to Hawaii, Tony. I can barely afford a trip to the supermarket, and fuck, I have to get new contacts and a new suit for work. Hawaii is just out of the question."

He nodded sympathetically and pushed a strand of my hair from my eyes. "I told you, kiddo, it's covered. We already had this discussion." He stared at me for a lengthy amount of time, and I knew this was a sincere moment. There was no dicking around, no let's play a prank on V. This was the real deal, Peter Steele.

"We had this discussion, huh?" I retorted, trying to lighten the mood, or at the very least, shake that unbending stare that he was fixing on my lips. He did this all the time: he'd get drunk, then get high, then he'd try to makeout with any girl in the proximity. I was the only girl tonight, so lucky for me. He was staring at my lips, licking his own. Tony wanted a kiss and I wasn't going to give it to him. Even if it meant Hawaii.

He licked his lips again and took a slow drag. "Well, 'we', as in Paul and I. Not you and me. Paul and I had this discussion." His words came out slow, as though he'd worked hard at conjuring his sentence; at communicating his point. I ignored the effort and turned to see Paul's reaction, but of course, Paul was passed out on the floor across from us, mouth hanging open, drool formulating on his chin. Lovely. Isn't he precious?

"Paul looks like he's done a lot of serious talking," I offered, trying to be sarcastic but the truth was, I knew I sounded biting and snide. I didn't want to offend Tony, though, so I retracted the statement with a quick peck on the cheek. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound like a bitch."

"It's okay," he smiled. "So what I meant was that Paul and I talked, and we really want to do this for you. You need a vacation more than the two of us combined. We both know that, V. We know. Fuck it, everyone knows. I don't want to go to Hawaii without you, so please say yes. I'll pay for one hundred percent of your ticket, fuck, if that's what it takes. You deserve to come." And that last statement traveled off his lips with a gigantic smirk. I slapped him and laughed softly. Only Tony could turn the most heartfelt of pleas into a perversion.

"It's a nice thought, Tony, but I can't," I sighed, still reeling at the words you deserve to come. 

"Yes, you can," he countered, again running his hands through my hair. "Just say yes, V. You know you want to." He grinned with this, and began to slowly nibble on my neck. Fuck, I was fucked, literally and figuratively. He knew I couldn't resist his touch; and he knew that we'd always been much more than friends. I didn't say no to Tony Lovato often, and he knew this very well. He liked to use it to toy with me; his power. He was a fuckhead.

He IS a fuckhead, I thought and tried to shake my head. He pulled away, gazing up at me with puppy-dog eyes. "I'm sorry, Tony," I offered as I stood up and tried to walk away from him. He grabbed my arm, and I turned to face him. "I can't just allow you to fly me to Hawaii, wine me, dine me, and then-"

"69 you?" he smirked. There it is. That smirk. That look. Why does he always do that? I fucking hate that. I hate him. "Alright," he sighed, pulling me towards him and wrapping his arms around my back. "What if we pay for your ticket and you do something for us, in return?"

"Like?" I spat and I knew that a statement that had stemmed from a '69' joke was not going to be anything too shatteringly brilliant. This was Tony on weed, trying to get some pussy.

He chewed on his lipring for a moment and then smiled, as though he'd discovered the answer. "You do everything we ask for that entire week. We pay for your ticket to Hawaii, and you-"

"Are your slave?" I finished with a frown. "I don't think so, Tony."

"Well, why not?" he demanded, tightening his grip around me and beginning to sway slightly. "Why not? I'm not saying that you'll have to do my laundry, but like, if I want a little-"

"Blowjob?" I winked. "Right. No way."

"V, please?" he pleaded, again putting on the little puppy routine. "It's just fun, you know, between friends. I know you want Paul, and we fuck, right? I mean, you and I, we fuck and you've never objected to it before. So what's the big deal? You come to Hawaii, we pay for your flight and shit, and you fuck Paul and you blow me and everyone's happy, right? We smoke weed until the sun comes up, run around naked on the beach, and you rub some lotion on my ass and everyone goes home with a smile on their face."

I laughed at the images that he had conjured with his words, and shook my head slowly. "You're asking me to be your sex slave, in exchange for a vacation." Cause he was. That's what he was asking, right? And since when did Paul want to fuck me? I'd been trying to get into the man's pants for the past two years, and the most I'd ever received for my efforts was a peck on the cheek. Friendship was great, yeah, but I wanted to fuck the boy like an animal. 

"I'm offering you Paul," he beamed. "And you know you want him. So say yes, V. I mean, fuck, he's in on this too. It's not like he's opposed, V. He wants you to come with us. He wants you to-"

"Tony?" I tried to stop the nonsense. I felt like Susan Powter, I just wanted to shriek STOP THE INSANITY! "Paul's going to go to Hawaii, pick up some girl in a bar, fuck her brains out in the room and I'll have to hear the entire thing. Not that I don't love you, because I do, but what you're offering me is a week in Hawaii servicing your every sexual need. And while that's a lovely bargain for you, I'm not exactly seeing where this is such a steal of a deal for me."

Tony nodded and a serious expression came over his face. "I'm sorry that you think I'm offering you this trip just to get laid, V. It's not like that." There went the doggy eyes, the droopey expression. Fuck, I wanted to slap him. "I just really think that you'd be a great person to have along for the trip. I love you, Paul loves you. We're two guys going on a vacation together, I mean fuck it, it'd be nice to have a girl along. I don't...You don't have to do anything, V. Just please say yes? I really want you there."

And how could a girl say no to that?

* * *

"I'm sleeping, thank you very much," Paul groaned and placed the small white pillow back over his face. Tony giggled like a little girl and tried to reach across me to yank the pillow away. 

I blocked his reach, and slapped his arm. "Stop! He's sleeping."

"He's always sleeping," Tony laughed and hopped around in his seat. "Fuck, we're on a plane on the way to fucking paradise and he's sleeping." It was true, our friend does love to sleep. Perhaps that's part of my crush on Paul: we love the sames things. From sleeping to eating to smoking a blunt under the stars. It's like we're meant for each other, or at least, that's what my friend Gee says. She says, "V, you and Paul are a match made in the fiery pits of love everlasting." Or something like that. God, I love Gee. I wish she was here instead of this dunce next to me that keeps doing the Macarena in his seat. 

"Tony, STOP!" I practically shrieked. "You're driving me nuts and we haven't even been in the air for ten minutes."

"And Paul's already asleep," Tony pointed out, eyeing poor sleeping Paul curiously. "You know, this trip would kick fucking ass if Benji was here. He wouldn't yell at me to sit still."

"No," I pointed out with a grin, "he wouldn't. He'd crack open a window and climb out onto the wing and dance with you."

"Damn fucking straight," Tony laughed. "Fuck, I need a cigarette. I think that's why I'm so bouncy."

"I think you need to stop thinking about cigarettes, because we still have another five hours on this plane."

Tony nodded and bit his lip. "Fuck it, I'm going to sleep too. If I don't, I'll end up fingering one of the stewardesses when she walks by."

"TONY!" I shrieked, and passengers nearby were definitely staring at us. Fuck, I hope they didn't hear him. "What the fuck?"

He laughed and continued hopping in his seat. "Can I lean on you, V? Like, can I lay my head on you? Cause I think sleep is a good idea."

"Whatever," I groaned and tried to close my own eyes. Maybe a nap would make the flight go faster. Maybe a lobotomy would make it easier to sit next to Tony Lovato inside a coffin with wings. I dunno, but whatever was going to do the trick, it had yet to occur. But I definitely do feel sleepy so maybe if I just try to sleep, I'll be okay. Maybe if I just shut my eyes. Yeah. Yawn. That's it.

* * *

"Psst, V?" was what permeated my dreams. When I opened my eyes, there were blue gems staring me down, only inches from my face. "V, I can't sleep!" he whined. "I tried but like, I just fucking can't. And it's fucking boring. You're asleep, Paul's asleep, and this movie is the fucking worst thing I have ever seen. What the fuck is it, anyway?"

"Mmmidunnoiveseeping," I mumbled and turned my head away and angled my body toward Paul. He was quiet, whatever he was doing under that blanket right now, he was my favorite.

"Psst, V?" he repeated, and now his fingers were clawing my shoulder. "V, you awake?"

"Fuck Tony!" I spat and sat up, tossing my blue blanket to the floor. "I am now. Why can't you just watch the movie?"

Tony wrinkled his nose and scratched his chin. "Well, it's boring and I thought that maybe, if someone was awake to talk to me, time would pass faster." He scratched his nose, then his eyebrow and smiled. "And now you're awake, V. So how the heck are you?"

"Tired, Tony," I spat angrily, fumbling with the blanket at my feet. He leaned as far forward as the seat in front of him would allow, and bent down to pick up the blanket. He handed it to me and kept his grasp on the one edge, grinning. I nodded and he stretched the blanket back into place, across both of our laps. "Thanks," I smiled.

"You're welcome," he grinned. "Hey, one of the stewardesses looks like Britney Spears in 'Toxic'. Did you see her?" His eyes went wild. Britney was his favorite person on the planet, aside from maybe Jenna Jameson. 

I glanced toward the front of the plane. "No?"

"She's the First Class stewardess. She's got the long blonde hair and the eyes and, V, I want to tap that ass."

I laughed at this, and he grinned softly. "I'm so glad you're here, V. I love you."

"I love you too, Tony," I yawned and patted his thigh. "Now go to sleep." I suppressed the urge to giggle as I commanded him, playfully, to fall asleep. He wrinkled his nose, shook his head slowly, and returned his eyes to the video screen in front of us. He stared straight ahead and I grinned. "It's that really horrible new Nicholas Cage film," I offered, knowing he hadn't yet figured out the film's title. 

"I like Nick Cage," he smiled softly, chewing on his lip and figeting with the blanket. "I know you don't, but I like him."

"He sucks, Tony," I smiled. I closed my eyes and leaned my head down onto Tony's bony shoulder. "He sucks and I can't watch this."

"And now you can't fall back asleep, can you?" Tony taunted, leaning his head back against the chair and sighing deeply. "Fuck V, this sucks."

"You woke me up, asshole," I grinned, patting his chest and feeling his muscles tense. He continued to move around anxiously in his seat, and I knew he was uncomfortable. Airline furniture does nothing for a good back, and Tony had always struggled with back problems. He was probably in pain, I knew he wanted a cigarette, and being trapped in a plane for several hours, unable to even sleep sucks. I was right there with him on that one.

"I have an idea," he grinned. I stared at him for a long moment, not even wanting to ponder what a Tony idea to pass this time might be. In fact, I knew what the idea was when he scrunched his hips down in the seat and pulled the blanket up farther on his body. "I'll put the pillow over my lap and you can....warm me up?" he winked. I stared at him again, wanting to laugh, but feeling my body grow suddenly hot. What he was suggesting was like a fantasy. Not real. Not possible. "Please?" he begged.

"We'll get caught," I offered simply, not ever understanding where the words had come from. I wanted to say no, but long before I could speak again my hand was underneath the blanket and massaging his muscular thigh. 

"Fuck, V," he sighed and relaxed back into the chair further. "Get on with it."

"Don't moan," I breathed loudly, a bit of terror in my voice. "I don't feel like being caught."

"Being caught is kinky," he breathed erratically as my hand slipped inside his boxers. "Mmm, maybe that stewardess will come join us. On her knees. Fuck, V, go faster."

I laughed at this. How absurd was this moment? Here I was, on an airplane headed for tropical paradise. Paul was asleep to our left, and Tony was hard as a coal train in my hand. Making noises. Fuck, he wanted to be caught, I was sure of it. He had shut his eyes, pillow placed strategically in his lap, but he continued to roll his head around and lick his lips. Moaning. I had barely began to stroke him underneath the blankets. Barely. He was hard and warm, and I wanted to touch myself. This was going to be the death of me, and I simply didn't know what to do. So I fidgeted in my seat, and continued to slowly pump on Tony's length.

"I can't take this," he hissed and I was forced back to reality. I stared at him as I felt him push my hand away and begin to zip his Dickies back up. "I'm going to the bathroom. Meet me in three minutes."

He stood and disappeared to the back of the plane. My heart raced and I knew I was moist between my legs. I wanted it. I had gone from hesitant to horny in less than ten minutes. This was insane. This was wrong. I couldn't go and meet him in the bathroom. We'd be caught for sure. 

"You'd better go," came a scratchy growl in my left ear. "He doesn't like to wait."

I rolled my head to face Paul, staring into his clouded brown eyes. "What?" I stammered, entirely unsure if I had dreamt the entire exchange.

He grinned and shifted underneath his own blue blanket. "I can smell it on you," he smiled softly at me, running his hands through my hair. "You want him. So fucking go to the bathroom and fuck."

It was a matter of fact statement.

I stood up and felt a slap on my ass as I exited our seats and headed toward the bathroom. I tried not to think about anything as I stepped up to the door and knocked lightly, tried not to consider the millions of possibilities that could lie behind that door. Hundreds of thousands of which did not involve Tony.

"What's up?" he smirked as he tugged me quickly inside.

Thank goodness, I smiled to myself. All fear is now banished.

"You look horrified, V," he frowned. "What's wrong?"

"I was just thinking," I smiled reassuringly, "what if I knocked and it wasn't you in here?" He grinned. "But it's a moot point because it is you in here." I ran my hands up his back and over his shoulders, allowing him to hold me closely. We had no other options.

"And there's no room in here," he winked and acknowledged what I had been thinking. "So you get to sit on the counter while I fuck you." His eyes beamed at this. "And I'm going to fuck you hard, because I know your pussy is wet and ready for me."

"You have such a way with words," I laughed as he began to tug my skirt up. I did my best to part my legs and help him out, but there was just no room to move. He yanked on my panties and I heard a tear.

"Woops," he smirked and tossed the lace garment into the silver waste recepticle. "Sorry 'bout that."

"No biggie," I laughed as he lifted me onto the counter top. He was gentle, placing me down slowly and holding me close the entire time. He waited for me to smile and signal that I was alright, before he took a miniscule step back and began to unbuckle his belt. I watched him work the leather slowly, enjoying the moment immensely. It was sexy to watch a man with his belt, or so, I felt at that moment. It's suggestive. When a belt comes off, you know what's next. Right?

"You're quiet," he grinned as he allowed his Dickies and boxers to pool at his ankles. "What are you thinking?"

I shrugged. "That you're incredibly sexy when you're fumbling with your belt."

Tony nodded. "I adore you, V," he smiled and stepped forward again. The space was so tight, so cramped, he was practically inside me with just that one movement. "And I know you adore this," he smirked as he thrust quickly inside me. I was already wet, he had been right. There was no need to waste time with preliminaries: the quick handjob back in the seats had worked my body to a frenzy. Why? I would never know. Perhaps I wanted Tony more than I was consciously aware. Perhaps I was simply undersexed.




Hawaii



Either way, I tried to supress my moans as he drove into my quickly, but not as forcefully as I knew he enjoyed. Tony was a rough playmate; he liked screaming, hair pulling, noises, sweat. The raunchier, the dirtier, the happier the Lovato. I grinned at this thought, and tangled my hands in his bleached hair. He smiled at me, his lips pursed tightly together as he pummeled my body into the sink. 

"You okay?" he inquired, his voice deepened by sexual heat.

I nodded, running my nails slowly down his back. "Mmmhmm."

"You like fucking me in the bathroom, dontcha, V? You slut! You've always wanted this, haven't you?" he growled, driving forward, then pulling back in a quick, steady rhythm. I wanted to throw him down onto the floor and ride him, place his hands onto my breasts, scream his name for the entire plane to hear. Alas, there was no room for that and he was already nearing his orgasm. I could sense it, could feel it.

"Fuck," he hissed in my ear and squeezed my hips painfully tight. "Fuck."

Operation Fuck Tony: Complete, I thought with a sly smile. Not that I had intended to fuck Tony, but still. Though I had, unfortunately, not orgasmed, I still felt a deep sense of love for Tony as he helped me fix my clothing and exit the tiny bathroom. He grabbed my hand as we walked back to our seats, fairly shameless that we had exited together. Fuck, the entire plane would know now.

And Paul.

"Joined the mile high club, did you?" Paul smirked as I slid into my seat and Tony tossed himself back down beside me. I felt my face grow a thousand shades of red, and I pulled the blue blanket over my head and sunk down in my chair. Great, we're not even in fucking Hawaii yet and I'm already ready to die. A slow, painful death of embarassment.

I heard a slap and Tony chuckled. "Fuck, she's tight."

Great! I'm tight. And horrified. And I just want to die. Please God, let me die. 

* * *

"This is fucking amazing," I had to exclaim as we toured the suite. It was bigger than my apartment. Bigger than some people's homes. Two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a living area, a kitchen and dinette, even a small TV room. Forget that the bathrooms both had jacuzzis, and we had a private outdoor patio with a third Jacuzzi. The view? Unfuckingbelievable. There was ocean for miles; complete with sun, sand, and unadultered views of the nearest hotels. Clearly, this could be my Heaven on earth. Right? I mean, it's a fucking palace suite in Hawaii.

Hawaii.

I'm really in Hawaii.

Tony smiled and grabbed my hand at that moment, as I was lost in a swarm of thoughts. "I hope you like it," he offered timidly, almost sheepishly. "I saw photos online and knew it was perfect. Perfect."

"It's fit for a queen," I smiled warmly, running my thumb protectively across his pale pink cheek. "I still hate you, fucker, but this is perfect."

Tony grinned. "Good."

"I'm ready for bed," Paul called from inside one of the bedrooms. "Night, fuckheads!"

"I guess we're roomies," Tony shrugged. I watched him walk casually toward the back of the suite, deducing that Paul was in the room to the right and pushing open the door on the left. He turned and glanced over his shoulder at me, then motioned for me to follow and I did. Without a thought to rooming with him for the night. This was fucking Tony Lovato, my best friend of years. Rooming together was not going to be a big deal. Of course, why should it be? We just fucked in the plane on the ride here. "So remember what I said back in Chitown?" he called from inside the room, and I stepped inside only to find him already in the bathroom.

"Yeah?" I called back as I kicked off my worn out, beat up Vans.

"I'm calling in one of my favors tonight," his eyes beamed as he reentered the room. He searched quickly through his duffelbag and extracted a pair of dark socks that, I presumed, might have once been white. "That fuck on the plane wet my appetite, V. Bad." I raised an eyebrow, but I already knew what he was asking. "I need to fuck you right tonight. I want to throw you down on this bed, and make you scream so loud you wake Paul. And have bruises in the morning. Fuck, V, I want to spank you so bad."

If my jaw was still attached to my face, I was unaware of it. I just stared at Tony, speechless and mindless; a blundering idiot. He had reduced me to a bumbling moron.

"V?" he laughed. "V, you alright?"

Was I alright? My jaw was gone, at least, the bottom half. My hands felt sweaty, and I knew my legs were permanently glued to the carpeting. Hmm, not sure that counts as 'alright', but sure. I'm great, Tony. Let's party. What the fuck did he expect me to say? And what the fuck had I gotten myself into?

"I hope you knew I was serious," he frowned and dove onto the bed. He bounced a few times, a childlike smile plastered to his face. "I said that I'd bring you to Hawaii if you were my slave, and I expect you to meet my needs."

"And mine," came a deep growl from the doorway, and that's when I realized that I was royally (and literally) fucked.

Tony's eyes went wide. "Dude, go back to sleep! Give me a fucking chance, would ya?"

"You had your chance, Tony," Paul smirked. "You got to fuck her on the plane, and I get to fuck her tonight."

My feet would not move, and so, I stood there, listening to my two friends argue back and forth over me as though I were nothing more than a whore. Heidi Fleiss, where are you? I need to negotiate my bargain here, girl. Help a sister out. 

"Right?" Paul was asking me. I didn't realize he was speaking to me until I felt strong arms wrap around my hips. The scent of his cologne filled my nostrils, and I instantly recognized the main character of my sexual fantasies. Paul. The one I adored most. "Right?" he repeated.

I shrugged. "I have no idea what you're asking me to agree to." 

"Paul says that you want him more than you want me," Tony reiterated with a grimace. "And so you'd rather go to bed with him than me. That's not true, V, is it?"

I had barely processed the information when I blurted out, "You're fighting over me?"

Tony's eyes darted to Paul, and I felt Paul go rigid and step away from me. "Not fighting, no," he sighed and I turned in time to see him run his hands through his disheveled black hair. "I just think I deserve a chance, V. I mean, you've already been with Tony today. I want a chance."

"She prefers me, fucker," Tony smirked in a pathetic challenge. They were fighting, like boys. Like children. And the truth is, they are children. Tony loves to pick fights ala second grade; and Paul, all he does is sleep and eat. Like a baby: that's all a baby does, right? They would go on for hours if I didn't stop them. This, I knew.

"I'll sleep on the sofa," I offered and began to search for my pajamas in my luggage. 

There was a commotion and next thing I knew, Paul was tugging my bag away from me and grinning. "No way, kiddo," he smiled. "You have to choose now. We paid for your everything, V. Tony thinks you're a slave, but I know you have free will. I want you to tell us: who do you want to sleep with tonight?"

"Neither of you!" I called as I stormed from the room. And as I stomped toward the small kitchen in this spacious palace, I thought to myself why am I doing this? Why am I running from what I've longed for since forever. Here I have the perfect opportunity to fuck the guy's brains out, and I'm fleeing like a little girl. Isn't that just always the way?

But there's someone behind me, and I hear Paul say my name just as he touches my shoulder and slowly spins me around to face him. "V?" he breathes heavily, a concerned look darting across his masculine features. "V, listen. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel like you-"

"Yes," I smiled, leaning into his warm body. "Yes, Paul."

"Yes what?" he inquired, a confused expression crossing his face.

I grinned up at him and wrapped my arms tightly around his chest. "I'm saying yes to your offer," I laughed. "Dumby."

He took a step back, nearly causing me to fall over in the process. He sighed and ran his hands through his dark hair, then smiled slowly. "Yeah?" I watched him for those few seconds, his expression changing from a soft, sympathetic tone, to the lustful realization that I had just consented to having sex with him. The look of pleasure on his face was so abundantly obvious, I could not help but feel desirable. The man I wanted most, wanted me.

"So?" I grinned and tried to take the lead. Maybe he was shy, who knows. I sauntered towards the kitchen, crooking my finger and begging him to follow. "I think we have some business to attend to," I continued as I walked. "Maybe this is the best spot, since I'm sure Tony will hear us in here."

He followed me slowly, almost hesitantly. Though as I pressed my back against the counters of the small kitchen, he stepped forward and lifted me quickly onto the counter top and pressed our lips together. So now it's heaven on earth because I've got Paul's tongue in my mouth, in a suite, in Hawaii. There is nothing that could be any better than this moment. No. Especially not know that he's massaging my neck with his gigantic hands, and his tongue is massaging my throat. Yes. This is perfection. This is heaven on earth, and surely I am going to die here. Right now. Like this. I'm totally losing my cool. Fuck. Fuck me. Fuck-

"V?" came the timid call of my name. Paul pulled away enough to allow me to turn and stare into Tony's pleading blue eyes. He looked almost hurt. Does Tony Lovato actually have a heart? I wondered that and wanted to laugh. But I didn't. "Can I talk to you?"

I was on autopilot when I nodded, hopped off the counter top and walked towards Tony. I wasn't realizing exactly what I was doing when I followed him down the hallway back into our bedroom. 

"Are you going to fuck Paul tonight?" he questioned, bluntly. That was Tony: he never minced words. Neither did I, normally. But tonight, I felt high. I felt high and I wanted to mince words. I didn't want to be this honest with him right now.

"I would like to."

Suddenly, his face lit like a child's on Christmas morning. He tugged me into his arms and pecked me on the cheek. "Okay, V. I'll fuck you tomorrow then. Night!"

And then I was back on autopilot and exiting the bedroom as Tony shut the door. Like nothing ever happened. What the fuck just happened? Why the fuck did he interrupt me for that? What am I thinking and doing and why am I-

"V, I'm in here," came the deep, primal growl.

* * *

"I couldn't wait for you," he growled as I entered the bedroom and my eyes shot open wide. Frankly, I wasn't sure if I still had a jaw or if my eyes had popped out of their sockets. Maybe I am high and hallucinating. Because fuck me if I'm seeing this correctly, my personal wet dream is sprawled out across a king-sized hotel room bed with his hand down his pants. "Fuck, V, I'm so fucking ready for you. Come on, V."

Each word was slow, deliberate. His voice was the deepest I had ever heard it. And like pure sex, there he was: amazingly hard and touching himself. Sure, his jeans were blocking my view; but I could see the hand shoved down inside there and I have an imagination. Oh yes, I do. And it's a really great imagination, if I do say so myself. It also happens to love imagining Paul in any position possible. This would probably be one of the better ones. The best would be if he was naked. I would give anything for him to-

"V, come on," he moaned, sitting up on the bed and removing his hand. He stared at me curiously, a lazy grin on those perpetually chapped lips. "I want to taste you, V."

If there could have been more perfect words to float from those lips, I, well, there could be no better words. Paul wanted to taste me. Yes. So this was the signal to snap out of retard mode and give the man what he wanted. Yes. V, snap out of it! V, come to your senses. V, just fucking-

"V?" Paul's voice questioned and I realized that he was standing behind me, those strong hands grabbing my hips. "Can I fuck you tonight?"

I nodded.

"I want you to taste me," he continued with the dirty talk, and my IQ plummeted. "I want to taste you. I want to fuck you and make you scream, V. I want us to still be fucking when the sun comes up. I want to spank you, V. Cause you're such a dirty, naughty girl. Aren't you?"

I nodded.

"You fucked Tony in the plane, V. You're a slut. I want you to be my slut tonight, okay?"

I nodded again. There were just no words.

"Can I put you on the bed now, V?" he questioned and I realized that I wasn't ever going to find the words. So I simply nodded as he placed me gently down into the softness of the mattress. I stared up into those cherubic eyes and lost myself. There was nothing left of the strong, confident, normally outgoing V; there was simply a shell of the woman she once was left to stare. To nod. To accept that her fantasy was about to come true. So I moaned when his lips touched down onto my own, and I returned his kiss. It was short and then he backed off and grinned. "V, I'm going to undress you now."

"I thought you were shy?" I finally managed to state softly.

"I thought you weren't," he grinned down at me as he began to remove my Vans. 

"I wasn't," I blushed. "I meant, I'm not."

He smirked and tossed the sneakers across the room. "Right."

"I'm not shy," I tried to argue.

Paul's smirk widened. "I guess not. Where are your panties, V?"

"Tony tore them off in the plane," I blushed.

He nodded to this and dipped his thumb quickly inside me. "So moist, V. You've wanted this for a while, haven't you?"

I nodded, losing my voice again.

"Are you wearing a bra, V?"

All I could do was nod.

"You want to take it off for me, V?" he taunted, stepping back and staring down at my body. He seemed to devour me with his eyes: my skirt, my exposed midriff, the tight tank top and bra. I grinned and tugged the tank off, tossing it across the room somewhere. I reached down to push the skirt off my hips, but he stopped me. "No, baby, I want that on you when I fuck you."

Is it possible to cum just from hearing someone's words? If so, surely Paul is the master of seduction. Because right now, I could cum. Seriously.

"Take off the bra," he repeated, arms folded against his large chest. 

Again speechless, I simply did as I was told and tossed the garment across the room. 

He seemed pleased with this, and he uncrossed his arms. "Now, V, I want you to do something for me, okay?"

I nodded.

"I want you to masturbate for me, V. I want to watch you pleasure yourself."

"I'm not sure I-"

He nodded his head, a demanding gesture. "No, V. I know you've done it for Tony. I know you have. You're a tigress with him. Why are you shy with me?"

I shrugged.

Paul smirked. "Lay back against the headboard, V."

I did as I was told.

"Now spread your legs wide, V."

I lost myself in his words and complied.

"Now place your hand between your thighs, V. Come on, you know how this goes."

And I do know how this goes. I know that this is the man I have been fantasizing about for months, possibly even, well…Alright, months. Let's stick to months. And here I am in Hawaii, laying on his hotel room bed practically naked, with my thighs splayed wide. And I'm arguing. How's that for fucking irony, right? You get what you want and you fight it every step of the fucking way. This is so typical. I should just-

"Just do it, V."

Yes, just do it. So with Paul staring down at me intently, I place my middle finger slowly on top of my moist outer labia. Yes, moist already from minimal foreplay. Thank god for being young, dumb, and full of female cum. And so it begins. The slow twirling, the gentle manipulations of my engorged clit.  I want to give him a show. I want to make him hard. So I moan extra loud, dramatically. I'm an actress right now, right? I might as well put on a fucking Oscar-worthy performance. I better make this count. So I'm going to give it my all. And fuck if this is not a hard task. I masturbate all the fucking time when he's not around.

"Can I join you?" he grins down at me and he's already sinking down beside me on the large mattress.

I grin. "Dive in."

"There's the V I know," he smirks and leans forward. Our lips meet and lock. Tongues immediately come out to play. Fuck, I want this man. Tony is fun to fuck, sure; but I want Paul. I want to fuck Paul harder than I've ever fucked any man in my entire life.

"I want you," I coo softly, timidly. Not because I'm shy- fuck if that's gone to hell now- but because there's still that slight fear of rejection. There's still that nagging feeling that this is all a dream and I'm going to wake up one morning, back in my pathetic apartment. All of this a dream. Yes, I must be dreaming.

"V?"

"Mmm?"

"I want to cut the crap tonight. I can't fucking last like this. I don't want to waste time on foreplay anymore. I have to fuck you now, okay?"

Now I'm grinning and he's hovering over my body, naked. He's gorgeous. Perfectly gorgeous, as I always knew he'd be. He has no tan, no tattoos that I didn't already know about from our years of friendship. No strange piercings. He doesn't shave. He's just Paul. And I like that about him. I like that he has a beer gut, and chest hair. I love the soft trail of hair leading down to his unmentionables. I like the feel of his wrinkled ballsack in my hand. I like every part of him and I want to be consumed by it all. I am consumed.

"V?"

"I want you inside me."

"I want it rough," he states as he rams himself inside my body. One thrust. Seven inches. Girthy. I am filled to bursting and…all I can do is scream.

* * *

I woke up and stared at the empty slice of mattress beside my sweat-drenched, sticky body. Naked body. Last night has been an interesting one, to say the least. My first coital romp with Paul. He has been rough. So rough, I was now very aware that my hips were bruised and I was sore. There were so many things to say about last night, but the first thought that was floating on the surface of my mind right now was breakfast. Yes, food. I could smell a bevy of scents wafting from the hallway. No doubt, care of room service. I can't envision Tony or Paul ever touching anything inside a kitchen, besides a refrigerator. 

Robe, check. Slippers, check. Thank you hotel management and housekeeping for providing these deliciously starched white items to cover my nude form. Now I can toddle outside and see what the two whores are doing.

"Good morning," Tony smirks as I do just that and appear in the posh living room. He's stuffing pancakes in his face, chewing with his mouth wide open. "I heard you two crazy kids last night."

This causes me to blush. Paul smirks and raises a glass of what looks like Cranberry juice to his lips. "Fuck, she's tight."

"I told you," Tony grins as he gulps orange juice loudly. "And I told you she loves it rough."

"You alright?" Paul questions, looking a bit concerned as he places his glass back onto the coffee table in front of him. "I was pretty rough with you last night."

"A little sore," I admit and then blush further.

Tony rolls his eyes and crams a large piece of muffin into his face. "Since when are you fucking shy, V? You don't fucking blush! What the fuck?"

"She was rather shy at first last night," Paul admits as I take the seat beside him on the leather sofa. "Weren't you, V?"

I nod.

"Why?" Tony spews crumbs. "You're not motherfucking shy, Vanessa Jane Hamilton. What the fuck?"

"What the fuck Anthony David Lovato?" I taunt back.

"I'm just sayin'," Tony pauses, then stares at his overflowing plate of sweets. "Want a muffin?"

I shake my head and decline the treat.

"Want a bagel?" Paul smiles. He smells like cigarettes already. Marlboros. His favorite brand. "I got vegetable cream cheese just for you."




Hawaii



"Thank you, Paul," I try to smile but I think it comes out more a blush. Fuck this shit! Why am I suddenly like a blushing school girl? Is this how I'm going to spend the entire week? Fawning over him like a lovesick puppy?

"So V," Paul begins, chewing on a piece of something that looks like an Italian pastry. "Tone and I were talking and we think that today would be a good day to set some ground rules."

"Rules?"

Tony nods and pushes a porcelain cup towards me. "That's hot chocolate, V."

"Thanks."

"Rule number one," Paul coughs then recovers his collected, authoritative tone. "We alternate days."

"Alternate days?" I question. The truth is, I know what he means and yet I don't have a clue what he's saying. All at once. Like that. But fuck, this hot cocoa is good.

Tony nods in agreement and clarifies. "You fucked Paul yesterday, so I get you today."

Paul nods. "And I'll get you tomorrow."

"Rule number two," Tony smirks. "Whatever we say goes. So if we randomly decide to swap days, then that's how it is. And if we decide to share, then that's how it is."

My eyes must be bugging out of my head right about now. "Share?"

Paul ignores my obvious ignorance. "Rule number three, you are not allowed to wear underwear."

"Why not?"

"Because that's Rule Three," Tony laughs. "And so it shall be."

Paul nods. "And it shall be delicious."

Finally, I find my voice. "And what if I disagree with your rules?"

Paul shrugs. "You could do that, but why would you want to?"

He's right. I don't want to. Maybe I'm a whore, maybe I'm a slut; maybe they're basically the same thing. But I'm in paradise with two gorgeous, single musicians that I am sexually attracted to and I, myself, am perfectly single. Why fight it? If they want to fuck me until I'm raw, then so be it. Bring it on, I say. 

I'm faintly aware of a large hand massaging my thigh as Paul inquires, "So?"

"Okay," I nod. "But I have my own set of rules." This gets both men's attention. "You both use condoms," I state firmly. "Always. And you are not allowed to stick it wherever you want it."

Tony snorts. "You've got a great ass, V."

"And it's Exit Only, Tee!"

"That's a shame," Paul smirks lewdly. His lips are only inches from my left ear as he whispers, "Because I was really hoping to explore your body tomorrow. Every inch of it."

Well, now I need new panties. Fuck. 

"Go get dressed," Tony interrupts. Damn him! "Put on a hot bikini."

"Why?"

"We're going to the beach, bitch," Tony laughs. "Go on, V. Go get dressed. We've been waiting for you."

And just like that, I become their prostitute for the week.

* * *

He looks almost ridiculous as he lays on the multi-colored towel and stares up at the sun. I can't say I ever thought I would see him laying on a beach, in Hawaii no less, tanning. Or trying to tan. Instead of receiving that beautiful bronze hue that is so coveted, all he's done is burn. And at this point, after five hours, he looks somewhat like a lobster. My little Italian lobster.

"Fuck, I think I'm peeling!" he groans.

"You can't be peeling already," I laugh. 

Tony shrugs. "Well, I'm red."

"Like a tomato."

"Shut up, V!" he laughs and lowers his sunglasses to glare at me. "You know what's hot?"

"The sun?"

Tony rolls his eyes at this. He never did truly appreciate my witty sense of humor. Or maybe just I find myself witty. Either way, he continues. "Sitting here watching you tan."

"Tanning is not exciting, Tony."

"But topless tanning is," he smirks. Of course he's enthralled. He was the one that took my top off and tossed it aside two hours ago. He said he didn't want me to have tan lines, but the truth was blatantly obvious: he wanted to see me lying here topless. End of story. Tony was all about tits.  "You know what I want to do right now?" he questions, almost childlike. He must be up to something. It's that scheming Tony Lovato voice.

"What?"

"You."

"On the beach?"

"Why not?" he questions, as though he can't fathom why I'm not riding his cock already. "It's the perfect location, don't you think?"

I shake my head in the negative. "No. There are people everywhere."

"That's the fun of it," Tony winks. "Being watched."

I attempt to change the subject. "Where is Paul, by the way? I haven't seen him in-"

"I sent him back to the room."

"An hour…..Wait, why?"

Tony has tossed his sunglasses aside and he's ogling my breasts now. I know my nipples are erect, they have been ever since he took my top off. "Because I wanted to fuck you."

"And?"

"And I didn't want Paul around," he shrugged. "I wanted you to myself for now."

I nodded.

"V?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I ask you something?" he questions and his tone is suddenly serious. As serious as Tony gets. He's propped on his elbows and staring down at me, and I know already what he's going to ask me. But his mouth emits the sounds anyhow. "Do you love Paul?"

I try to keep the answer simple. "As a friend, yes."

"As more?"

"Maybe."

"Was he a better fuck than me?"

"Tony!"

Tony shrugs and now he's sitting up, staring out at the beautiful blue waves. "I just wonder if now that you've been with him, if you'd rather it be Paul here with you right now than me."

I sit up and place a hand onto Tony's soft shoulder. He's always had unusually soft skin. I smile assuringly. "If I didn't want to be here, I wouldn't be here."

Tony grins. "You know what I mean, V."

"T?"

"Yeah, V?"

"Why are you asking me this?"

He shrugs. "Just curious, that's all. I'd still want to fuck you, either way."

We both laugh at this.

"And I really want to fuck you right now," Tony repeats. There's a pout to his lower lip, his lipring is jutting out obscenely. I can't help but smile at this. Afterall, yes, I do want Paul as something more than a fuck; but Tony is still beautiful. I don't think there's an individual with a vagina in this world that doesn't appreciate the splendor of Anthony Lovato.

"Tone?"

"Yeah, V?"

"Not here, okay?"

"No, here," he pleads. The sun in his eyes reminds me of the beautiful water just feet away from us. He grins. "We can sneak off into one of the little cabanas."

That sounds good enough for me. "Okay," I grin. As Tony takes my hand and leads me down the beach, I realize what I've just agreed to do. Nervousness sets in, only for me to question why I am feeling nervous. This is Tony, afterall. I've fucked Tony many times before, and I'm sure I'll fuck Tony many times again. Why is my stomach suddenly doing summersaults?

"You're beautiful, V," are the words that snap me back to reality. Tony is staring at me. Just staring. He grins. "I don't see any empty cabanas down there, so...."

It's not even seconds and he's on top of me. I'm aware of the grains of sand stuck to my back. The heat of it. The texture. The taste of Tony's lips pressed on my own, and his tongue searching, searching. His hands have my wrists pinned. Something about this simple gesture adds eroticism to the moment. Along with the sound of the waves crashing into the shore. The sun will set soon. This is paradise. This is such a beautifully perfect place to be....fucking Tony. 

"Fuck, V," he hisses and I come back into my body and realize that he's struggling to tug his surf shorts off while he remains on top of me. He grins. "You said you didn't want anybody to see you."

"So?" I laugh as he continues to struggle.

"So they'll just see my white ass," Tony grins and I realize that he's just kicked the shorts into the air and over our heads. He smirks. "Success! Can you feel it, V?"

And the truth is, how could I not? The head of his erection is pressed so close to my body that I can feel a poke every time he breathes. I could say no at this point, it's not too late. Spare myself the embarassment of being found having sex on the beach. With Tony. Tony Lovato. But I'm really not sure that I don't want this, and he feels so good. So warm. So soft and yet hard and-

"V?"

Tony's voice snaps me back to attention. "Yeah?"

"Tell me you want this," he pleads with his gorgeous eyes. They're shining with mirth, and I know that this is his way of begging. He doesn't ask often. I should appreciate this. I should almost feel honored. Strangely, I feel....moist. And ready. And desperate for Tony's caresses.

"Yes," I breathe. "Please Tony, fuck me!" How's that for an attitude change?

* * *

"So what did you two crazy kids do at the beach after I left?" Paul wiggled his thick eyebrows and smirked. I felt self-conscious under his stare, but he didn't relent. "Obviously you didn't get arrested or I would have gotten a call." He exhaled a large plume of smoke and I immediately realized he wasn't smoking cigarettes. No. The scent was blatantly not nicotine. And clearly Tony recognized this too, because he slammed the door shut behind us and raced past me. Two seconds later, he had thrown himself down on the sofa across from Paul and was rolling himself a joint. His own. Because Tony Lovato doesn't share weed. "Dude, don't bogart!" Paul mused, shaking his head as Tony tried to pack his rolling paper full.

I too shook my head and took a seat beside Tony. Instead of Paul. I wanted to sit beside Paul, but it felt desperate. I felt like I was a lovesick puppy dog around him. I felt like-

"You want?" Tony was questioning me.

I shrugged. "Sure, why the fuck not?"

"That's the spirit, V!" Paul smiled. It seemed sincere and yet, I thought I saw a trace of something else behind that smile. An unspoken communication. But I wasn't translating his message. We were having a communcation breakdown minus the communication. "So," he repeated. "What did you two kids do?"

Tony shrugged and inhaled. He exhaled as he grinned, "We fucked on the beach."

"That's rad," Paul grinned cheekily. It was his naughty grin. The deviant side of Paul coming out to play. It was probably the joint he was smoking.

Tony handed me his joint. "Here."

I inhaled. 

Paul watched me with hawk eyes before relenting. "So, any more details?"

"She's still tight," Tony added and reached for the joint. "And I think I have sand on my fucking balls."

"I have it in my cunt," I added. A moment later I realized what I'd said. Two pairs of wide eyes were staring at me. Two joints were paused before lips. Fuck. Why do I always seem to put my foot in my mouth? Or, well, the joint in my mouth. Fuck. This is going to be a long week.

Paul coughed and broke the silence. "Are you sore, V?"

It seemed like such a normal question the way he inquired. As if he were asking my favorite color, or if I'd like a lump of sugar in my tea. It was odd. Very odd. I would have felt uncomfortable, but the truth was, at this point, there was no escaping these sorts of interrogations from the guys. So I shrugged. "I'm fine."

"Good," Paul smirked. "Good."

"You got something in mind, douchebag?" Tony questioned, intrigue spreading over his brows. 

Paul rolled his eyes and blew out smoke. "Perhaps."

"She's mine," Tony added quickly. "Today is my turn."

They seemed to discuss me as though I were not in the room, so I simply sat back and listened. Their banter went on like this for easily another ten minutes. Paul inquiring about Tony's "plans" for tonight, Tony accusing Paul of trying to hone in on "his time" with me. Back and forth, back and forth. Like hens. Of course, any smart woman knows that men are more catty than women sometimes. Often times. This was a clear example. Two twenty-somethings arguing over spending time with someone while she was seated beside them. As if I were a favorite toy. Perhaps their favorite Playstation or Xbox game. And for my part, I just listened. Because the simple truth was, I was already too stoned to think straight. Pathetic, right? And I have no excuse. I smoke often. Well, fairly often. Always with Tony. I shouldn't be such a lightweight. There's no excuse for-

"V?" Paul called, snapping a finger. "V, you still with us?"

I shook my head to try and clear the word "hens" from my brain. "Yeah?"

"I was asking you what you think."

"About what?"

Tony tossed his arms up in the air. "I have to piss. You explain it to her while I piss." He disappeared after that. Though, I must admit that, in true Tony Lovato form, he had his dick out of his shorts before he ever exited the den area. That was Tony: always with his dick in hand. That thought made me smirk.

"V?" Paul repeated with another finger snap.

I snapped to attention. 

"I was asking you what you thought of the situation?"

"What situation?"

Paul rolled his eyes and passed the remainder of his joint to me. Tony had, of course, bogarted the one he was sharing. Typical Tony. Always worried about his dick and his drugs. "I asked you if you would be willing to go to a club tonight."

My mouth formed the "oh" that was in my mind, but I know that the word never left my tongue. Strange how that works. The mind-body connection had failed me.

"I thought that might be fun," he continued. "It'll get us out of the room, you know?"

I nodded.

"I heard it's a really great place, and the cab ride isn't far. We could probably even walk it."

I nodded again.

"V?"

"Yeah, Paul?"

"Are you listening to me?" he question, a silly grin across his stubbled cheeks. It showed off his dimples. They were small and only seemed to appear for specific expressions. This happened to be one of them. 

I shook my gaze from his cheeks and smiled. "That sounds really good."

"It's a sex club," Paul added and stood out of his seat. "Wear something....little."

With that, he disappeared down the hall. I noticed, for the first time, that he was wearing shorts and flip flops. It was the first time I had ever seen Paul in sandals. Ever. In the past however many years. Not that there was a lot of opportunity for a male to wear sandals around a city, but hey. You never do know. And Paul has the best legs I have ever seen on a male. So the combination was just....it was.....it was.....

"I pissed," Tony grinned as he threw himself back onto the couch beside me. "Where's Shitfuck?"

I shrugged. "He went to his room."

"Did he discuss the plan with you?" Tony smiled and it was sincere. It was honest. It was a smile that said, yes V, I honestly want to go to this club and I hope that you'll agree. His smiles often times said a lot. But I doubt that's a specific to Tony Lovato trait.

"Yes."

"And?"

"I'll go."

"Perfect," Tony clapped his hands together. "What are you going to wear?"

"What should I wear?"

Tony seemed to ponder this before hunching his shoulders. "Whatever you want?"

"Paul said something small."

"Tight," Tony smirked.

I nodded. I had just the thing.

* * *

Given, I don't normally bring my leather pants on vacation to tropical locales. Yes. However, when a girl takes a week long trip with two musicians, she has to be prepared for anything. Anything often times involves, well, musicians. And leather and musicians go hand in hand. So here I am. Blue leather pants and a black corset. Cliche, perhaps. Tony had eyed me curiously, before deeming the pants "not easy access". I had rolled my eyes at this. That was right about the time Paul appeared in the doorway and ogled me as if I were Thanksgiving dinner. The boner in his shorts told me that he approved. At least one of them is easy to please.

"V?" Tony questioned as we entered the dimly lit building. It was, from what I could surmise, an old wherehouse. Converted into a club, the building house two floors: one complete with black walls, strobe lights, DJ and dance floor; the second floor comprised of all locked doors. You need a room key to enter one of the enclosures, and guess where you got that? Yes, from a ticket office at the far end of the dancefloor downstairs. Tony spoke to inform me of such items, adding that there were also specific items of etiquette that I would have to abide. Paul seemed to listen in closely as well, and I was left to assume I was not the only amateur.

Tony continued talking. "Both of you will put these in your pockets, in full view." He handed us both white handkerchiefs. Paul's expression spoke what my words had failed to say. Tony understood. "It means you're new to S&M and you're with me. People will leave you alone."

I nodded but focused my attention on Tony's black handkerchief. "What does that mean?"

"Anything goes," Tony winked. 

Go figure! I should have guessed that. The look on my face must have showed that I was humored by this, cause Paul grinned. "He's such an unabashed slut, isn't he?"

"Yes, he is."

"Talk about me like I'm not here," Tony quipped. He began leading us further into the club and across the dance floor. "I'm leaving you two. If you decide to become adventurous, go for it."

Paul stared at him, expression blank. "Adventurous, how?"

"Sex," Tony smirked as he began to saunter toward a doorway. "Fuck each other."

"Here? In the club?" I gasped.

Tony rolled his eyes and disappeared. 

I watched him disappear, sighing mentally. Kind of nice that I won't have to watch some random whore suck Tony's cock; kind of bothersome that some random whore will suck Tony's cock. Either way, I think it was good that he was gone. Now I'm stuck with Paul, and hopefully, I'll literally get stuck by Paul.

Paul was calling my name from several steps ahead.

"Yeah?"

"Where you at?" he smirked. I stared at him, allowed myself to disappear into his eyes for a few moments. I wanted to be able to gaze into those eyes fifty years from now. But that's not the thing you should consider when you're wearing leather pants and standing in the middle of a sex club. 

I shook the thoughts away and laughed. "I'm right here."

Paul nodded. "I know that. But you're not right here, mentally. You were staring at me like I was alien. What's wrong?" He fidgeted with the white handkerchief in his back pocket, but kept his chocolate gaze on me. "You've been sort of out of it since we got here, V."

I shrugged my shoulder. My arms were crossed defensively over my chest, my breasts jutting out of the black tube top. This was probably not the best outfit to wear to a club when you were hoping NOT to be bothered by people. Probably a bad decision. But what can I say: I enjoy torturing Tony…and Paul. Especially Paul.

He was grinning. "Are you nervous?"

"Why would I be nervous?" I retorted casually.

That was right about the time that I heard a moan. It was a delicate, pleasure-filled sound from somewhere behind us. Probably against the back wall. The black wall. Actually, all the walls were black. And what with the dim lighting, I felt like I was standing in the middle of a black hole.

"What are you thinking?"

"That I'd like to sing ‘Black Hole Sun'?" I quipped. Yes, it sounded most fitting to break into a random Soundgarden tune right about now. I mean, what else was there to do? We could investigate the moaning. Although, that sounded almost too…I don't know. That's not tempting. Singing is tempting. Alright, I'm fooling myself. Nothing is tempting right now except-

Paul laughed at that and placed an arm around my waist. He pulled me closer to his body and grinned. "Don't worry, I won't let anyone hurt you."

"I'm not worried!"

"Yes, you are!"

"No, I am not!"

He shook his head and I could see the light- well, what light there was- glint off his lips. They were moist. He grinned down at me as I stared. He smirked. "I love that."

"Love what?"

"The way you look at me like you want me for dessert," he smirked. "You don't even look at Tony like that."

I laughed at this, because, well, that was ludicrous. I would probably never eye Tony Lovato like he was a prized piece of beef. No. He might be my best friend, he might be a sex buddy, but he was certainly not someone I lusted over. And I never had lusted over him. Come to think of it, that probably makes me a loose slut. Huh. That sucks. That-




Hawaii



"Want to explore this place?" Paul interrupted with a lopsided grin.

I nodded. "Okay."

"Where to?" he questioned, glancing around the empty dance floor. "Upstairs?"

"Tony said the rooms are locked."

"He said we'd need a key," Paul corrected me as his hand slipped from my waist to my ass. "And he told us where to get that key from."

"How convenient," I smiled.

Yes, how convenient.

* * *

Paul had my right hand placed firmly inside his large paw, and he was guiding me toward the back wall. Much like everything in this giant room, it was black. A random patch of white graffiti was the only indication I had of its distance and depth. In fact, I had no idea how Paul was managing to walk clear across this gigantic building and not trip. Or fall. Or get lost. Because, well, I had no idea what might be against that back wall or why we wanted to be there. But Paul seemed to know. Paul seemed to-

"V?"

"Yeah?"

"How do you feel about Sadomasochism?" he questioned me as though we were discussing crocheting. Or tennis. As though S&M were a day-to-day activity.

I fidgeted and he dropped my hand. I frowned. "What about it?"

Paul smirked. "How would you feel about being spanked?"

I shrugged. He really was treating this like an everyday conversation. The thought made me want to laugh. Especially when I considered that Paul always spanked me. Alright, not always. But on the occasions when he, Tony and I would toke together, Paul was all about the random tushy slapping. So why was he suddenly asking permission?

"V, come on," he was purring in my ear now. "I won't hurt you…unless you want me to."

As he pleaded, I glanced toward our surroundings. That was the tip off. Across the black wall was a large metal apparatus. Chains. Fastened inside those restraints was a tall man, he looked no older than a mid-30-something. His back was toward us as he was whipped. Red marks across his body were the visual proof of this play. Why hadn't I heard the whip sooner? Why hadn't I realized where we were standing and why Paul was asking me about-

"She is the Master," came an authoritative- but decidedly female- voice. I look up into a stunning set of aquamarine eyes. "You are the slave." She grabbed Paul by the collar of his polo shirt and grinned into his confused face. Her grin was devilish, intimidating yet sexy. She sized him up as she held him in place; and I realized that there was no way she could have stopped him had he tried to escape her grip. She was no more than my own height, but clad in a ridiculously high pair of platform leather boots. The corset that held her breasts in place was an aquamarine only slightly lighter than her eyes. In fact, they accented one another perfectly. Her skirt was nothing more than a tattered shred of black leather. In fact, it barely covered her ass.

Paul was nodding. "Yes, Master."

"And you will do as we say. Yes, slave?"

"Yes, Master," Paul repeated with a grin.

I realized that he was leering downward at the woman for an obvious reason: her corset was missing some material. I'm sure you can guess where. No need to try and explain that one. Instead, let me laugh out loud at Paul's stupidity. He is such a whore for breasts.

"Bitch, I want you on your knees," she demanded and shoved Paul downward. Watching this was somewhat amusing. Here was a self-assured, attractive, intelligent, and, well, rich man over the age of eighteen, and he was kneeling on the ground like a puppy dog. He was truly acting like a bitch. I should be turned on by it, but I'm not. Poor Paul. He probably thinks that doing this will really get my juices flowing.

"Master?" Paul was asking and I realized he was addressing me.

"Yes?"

"No!" the strange woman objected. "Say ‘Yes, Slave'!"

"Yes, Slave?"

"Please, Master," Paul smirked. "May I whip you?"

"NO!" the woman objected again and whipped Paul's ass. He jumped and nearly fell flat onto his face. That was enough, I erupted into laughter at this.

"That fucking hurt like a son of a bitch," Paul growled. "Okay, enough of that. Paulie doesn't want to play Bitch anymore." He stood up and nodded at the woman. "Sorry."

She shrugged. "Suit yourself."

Paul rubbed his butt and grimaced. "That fucking hurt!"

I couldn't help but laugh.

"What's so funny?" he laughed.

"Exactly!"

Paul shrugged. "I thought you might be interested in some-"

"Spanky spanky?" I grinned. "If you're spanking me, Paul, maybe. But there's no way that I'm going to get off by whipping the shit out of you."

Paul blushed. "Well that bitch sure seemed to!"

"She's a Dominatrix, Paul," I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms back over my chest. "That's what they do for a living. Some of them get pleasure out of it, some of them get pleasure out of their paychecks."

"Whatever," Paul sighed. "Let's go upstairs."

"No," I taunted wagging a finger in his face. "You haven't earned that yet."

"And you know you have to earn it, baby," came a female voice from just behind my shoulder. I turned and met another set of aquamarine eyes. This time, there was no corset. No platform boots. In fact, this woman was wearing little more than, well, latex. Yes. Her dress was form fitting, made of clear latex. It looked like a piece of Saran Wrap.

"Excuse me?" I squeaked while realizing I was staring at her breasts.

"I'm Silver," she smiled. "You must be new. I haven't seen you here before."

I nodded. "Yes, this is our first time."

"I do couples," she smiled. 

"Excuse me?" I repeated, incredulously.

"I said I do couples," she laughed. She pointed toward my white handkerchief. "But if you want, I can walk away and pretend that I didn't say that."

"You don't have to do that," Paul blurted, trying to sound cool and casual. Unfortunately, he didn't succeed. He sounded lecherous and desperate. And he probably was. Silver's outfit left nothing to the imagination. I knew her breasts weren't real and that she shaved. Or frequented the salon for waxing. Whatever. She was a beautiful girl. I couldn't fault him for drooling.

Silver smiled. "I have a key, come on."

When she turned around and disappeared toward a flight of stairs I hadn't even realized existed, Paul followed her with his eyes devouring her ass. I followed the two of them, stomach uneasy. I'm not a shy girl, by any means, but sex with a woman? This would be a first.

* * *

I was lying across an old mattress, staring up at a white ceiling fan. Somewhere off to my right, Paul was tied in an equally white plastic chair. It looked like a worn lawn chair. Wal-Mart clearance. Probably no more than $10. Occassionally, he'd offer a low-pitched growl. Other than that, there were no signs of his presence in the past half hour's activities.

Silver was perched between my spread legs, which were, in fact, tied to the mattress. How she had anchored her fancy rope-work to keep me in place, I was still uncertain. I had not seen a single bedpost in sight when we entered this empty space. There had been little more than the ceiling fan and mattress. Not even a lamp. This room, just like the giant wherehouse below, was illuminated by a dim white glow from an invisible light source.

I inhaled a large breath as Silver's pierced tongue snaked between my moist folds. "You taste like magnolia," she whispered softly. "Like spring and summer and everything that's fertile and sweet."

"That's poetic," I smiled. The fact that I was able to speak coherently was shocking. 

Silver crawled up my body and place a soft kiss on my lips. I could taste myself. "Do you like tasting yourself, V?"

I nodded. "Yes, I do."

"Do you want me to make you cum, V?"

"Oh Christ," Paul growled.

Silver smiled sweetly and she looked like a child. "I'm going to make you cum, V. I don't want you to hold anything back, okay?"

I nodded.

Silver disappeared back down the bed. I could feel her knees resting against my legs. Could sense her movements before I saw her head disappear between my thighs. Her tongue immediately against my sensitive spot. She growled and it sent vibrations through my entire body. I wanted to cum instantaneously. I wanted to scream her name and give Paul a show. I wanted Paul to break his restraints and come and fuck her while I watched. I wanted Paul to overpower her and take her, force her to scream his name.

"Fuck," I moaned. 

"Come on, V," Silver coaxed. "Cum for me! Cum for Paul! Give him a show, V. You know he wants it."

Paul growled.

That alone was enough to force my body closer toward that infernal edge. I felt those first stirrings inside my body. Those small clenching physicalities that bespoke the future. I was going to cum. I was going to come good and hard and-

"Scream for me, V," Silver urged.

And I did. I allowed myself to bear down into that pleasure and scream and scream and scream and feel everything. I fell off that cliff and spiraled down into eternity as I heard Paul growl again and Silver laugh. It was the laugh that brought me back to planet earth. That smile that told me I had cum long and hard.

Silver grinned. "We have a rainmaker on our hands."

Paul's voice was deep and husky, he sounded pained. "Fuck, let me out. Fuck!"

I was still somewhere between this world and the other. Silver stood and I watched her lithe body approach the restrained male. She sat on his lap, and I realized, through my haze, that she was easily 1/3 his size. Her thighs were no bigger than his ankles, his hands as large as her pert breasts. The contrasts in their bodies was sexy to me, and I watched as she gyrated slightly, taunting him.

"Fucking let me out, Silver," he was growling and struggling.

Silver shook her head and placed a finger to his lips. Her finger was smaller. "I'm sorry, Paul."

"LET ME OUT!"

Silver placed a soft kiss on his lips. "I can't, Paul."

"LET ME THE FUCK OUT OF THESE THINGS!"

I sat up on the edge of the bed, watched the stranger with Paul. He was struggling and she seemed to take great pleasure in those struggles. As she had with my struggles. This was nothing more than a game to her. She wanted him to break those ropes, and that's why she hadn't restrained him tightly. She wanted Paul to break out and overpower her. To punish her. The realization was freeing. I grinned. "You can break those restraints, Paul."

"FUCK!" he hissed.

"Break them," I urged. "Show us that you're-"

"Strong," Silver finished my sentence, running a petite hand over Paul's right bicep. "So strong."

"Such a big man," I grinned.

Paul growled again and the rope around his right wrist seemed to slide ever so slightly. Then the left. Then his right hand was free and he was gripping Silver's right shoulder roughly. She made a noise that was part pain and part delight. "Don't fuck with me," he roared, bringing his left hand out from behind him and grabbing her waist.

I watched in complete awe as he picked Silver up like she was nothing, and carried her toward the mattress. He tossed her down roughly and turned toward me, as if for approval. I nodded and his hand went quickly to his fly. "Don't fuck with me, Silver," he repeated, pinning her hands above her head with his left hand.

"But I didn't," Silver pleaded, but it was desperate. Her tone said "Go", even if her words said "Stop".

Paul smirked as he tried to push his shorts down his thighs. "I'll show you what bad little girls get."

"No!" Silver objected with a grin. "I was good!"

Paul smirked. "You were a bad, bad girl." His shorts finally fell to the ground and he grinned cruelly. "You stole V from me and tied me up!"

"She wanted me," Silver taunted, playfully. "She begged for me, you heard her."

"Bitch," Paul hissed as he sank his length inside of the small girl. She screamed, but I was certain she wasn't in pain. That certainty was proven when Silver tried to hide her grin. She was grinning as Paul's hips lunged forcefully forward and then retracted slowly backward.

"More," she gritted her teeth and begged. "Faster!"

"They all say that," Paul smirked.

I watched the pattern as it began. Paul forward, Silver slightly back. The mattress was shaking, but that was fine. Watching the man you've been twitterpated for for the past, oh say, forever fucking a hot woman is liberating. Yes, I'll admit this much. I'm enjoying this. I am loving this. His cock embedded deep in a wet pussy that isn't mine. The look of sheer concentration on his face. The sweat rolling off his chin down into his small patch of chest hair. He looks beautiful like this.

Silver looks beautiful like this. Her petite legs spread, those huge shoes resting on the curve of Paul's ass. Her moans. Her beautiful full lips begging. Pleading. She had played this game before. I was certain of that much. Very certain.

"V?" Paul called, grinning.

"Yeah?"

"You wanna sit on Silver's face?"

* * *

"Yeah," came the familiar voice. "Why don't you sit on her slutty little lips, V?"

I turned my body to meet the blue gemstone eyes of our voyeur. Complete with camera. Camcorder, to be exact. 

Tony smirked. "You didn't think I'd let you bitches fuck without me, didja?"

Paul growled. "Fuck off, Tone."

Tony continued to smirk directly at me. "I think I'll stay, thanks. Hey, V, say hello to our viewers."

My expression had to have been somewhere between annoyance, anger, bitterness, amusement, and embarrassment. I was angry that he was videotaping us- and seemingly had been for some time- but yet, I was intrigued by it. I wanted to get my hands on-

"V," Silver cooed softly. "Come and play with me, V."

Tony waved a hand out from behind the camera and smirked. "Go on, V. She wants to play. Be a good little kitty, V."

I considered this. It wasn't that I didn't want to "play" with Silver. Afterall, she was gorgeous and she was ready and willing and all those clichés. It wasn't a problem of wanting to be with Silver, no. It was more the problem of never having been with another woman before. Much less, in front of two extremely experienced men and a video camera. If I fuck up, it's on tape for history. I'll forever be mocked for doing this wrong or trying that and-

"V?"

"Yeah, Tony?"

"Wave to the camera," he laughs.

I wave and he pans toward Paul and Silver. They're still on the mattress, Paul's still fucking her roughly and she's still screaming out in delight. Yes, the screams have changed. Since Tony's surprise arrival, she's switched to sheer delight. It's a show for the camera. I'm certain of that, even if Paul seems to believe it's simply a natural reaction to his amazing skills. And the truth is, he does have insane skills in the bedroom. Or, well, I wouldn't know that yet. He has skills, yes, but I have to test drive them a few more times before I can fully decide that-

"V?"

"Tony, you're annoying me," I wink into the lens.

Tony grins and pans back toward me. "Sorry, babe. But it's my job to annoy you."

"You do it well."

"Stop fucking arguing," Paul growls. His voice is low and deep, deeper than usual. I feel a chill run up my spine. Not the bad kind, but the good one. So good. I want to push Silver away and place myself-

"I want to kiss you," Silver offers and interrupts my deliciously naughty thought. "I want to kiss you while Paul fucks us both."

"Yeah," Tony eggs her on. "That's what I want to hear."

"Shut up, Tony," I grin as I move closer to Silver. Fuck it. Fuck the inhibitions, fuck the indecisiveness. How many more times in life will I be in Hawaii, in a sex club, with a hot little bisexual babe and two gorgeous men? Probably, oh say-

Silver grins and tugs me down onto the bed, beside her. I'm staring up at Paul now as she rolls toward me and whispers, "I've been wanting to get my hands on you all night."

"Fuck," Paul growls. And there's something oddly sexy about this situation. I had never considered this before. The idea of laying beside another woman had crossed my mind a few times, sure, but they were always brief and Paul's hard cock was never involved. Paul's hard cock glistening with another woman's fluids. There was something strangely erotic about that. Something so erotic, I knew I was already wet. Very wet.

Tony affirmed this with a lewd, "V, you're dripping!"

I nodded. I was perfectly aware.

Silver's breath was warm on my left ear as I felt a petite finger gently work between my moist folds. "Baby, I want to taste you."

"Sit on her face," Tony offered. I was perfectly aware that his camera was focused entirely on myself and Silver now. There would be little to no Paul in this video. That was for certain.

"Fucking hell," Paul offered. That would make it on tape. His voice. Fuck, his voice is so sexy. Whether I had Silver's fingers embedded inside my body or not, I could get off to Paul's voice. Deep, sexual, raw. Primal. He's an animal in bed and-

"Baby?" Silver giggled. "I want Paul to fuck you now. I need to taste you."

"You can't taste her if I'm fucking her," Paul chuckled, but it was more a lion's roar than anything coherent.

Silver pushed softly against his chest. "That's what you think."

It wasn't long before I was placed atop Paul, cock deep inside my ass. Tony was laughing hysterically as I scrunched my face in pain. That shit hurts. My saving grace, Silver, was located between my spread thighs licking like a cat with a bowl of milk. The intense blend of pleasure and pain was enough to have my heart racing, body melting, and my vocal cords offering up my thoughts loudly. I don't really know what I was yelling, but it was obnoxious and extremely piercing and I was certain that Tony enjoyed every second of it.

Afterall, he caught it all on video. But that was before he joined the three of us, making our night an intense foursome. 

Thanks to the lack of video footage, I have to detail the story via memory alone. That's difficult. But I can say that I remember waking up with a sore ass, a stretched cunt, raw nipples, and a very naked Silver beside me. At the suite. The guys had somehow managed to get our foursome back to the hotel, and continue the pleasure on that premises. How that happened, I don't remember.

My favorite memory of that night was simple: I got to fuck Paul. I got to fuck Paul a lot. I got to fuck Paul any way I wanted, and multiple ways. That was wonderful. Too bad I woke up this morning with Silver and Tony beside me, not Paul. That was a total, complete-

"V?" Tony questioned, striding into the living room with a VHS tape in hand. "I've got something to entertain us."

"Where's Paul?"

"Out?"

"Where's Silver?"

"I paid her and she left while you were in the shower," he winked.

That was off. "Paid her?"

"She was a whore, V," Tony laughed, nearly choking on his cigarette. "Please tell me that you didn't think she-"

I nodded. I would deny to Tony that I didn't realize, but the truth was I didn't know. My first female fuck and she was nothing but a whore hired by Tony. Great. Fucking perfect.



* * * 

My disbelieving voice filled the air of the spacious room. "That's-"

"You," he winked. "Yes. Look at how your ass jiggles as Paul pounds you raw!"

The idea of watching myself on a videotape- as I was fucked, no less- had never crossed my mind. Though it seems that not many of the events that are occurring on this vacation have previously been considered. By me. Tony seems to have a master plan. And it involves a fuckload of fucking and a hell of a lot of pot.

He passes me the joint and grins. "Fuck, V, watching you with that slut was so fucking hot."

I nod as I inhale. A lengthy inhalation. I'm going to need it if he expects me to sit here and watch this tape. And I'm sure it's a long tape, because, well, last night was and-

"V?" Tony questions, grinning lasciviously.

"Yes, T?"

"What did it feel like?" he questions, his lips forming the words in seductive slowness. Or perhaps not. Perhaps the weed has elevated my senses and slowed my reactions. Perhaps I'm simply intoxicated as I watch his plush, pierced lower lip move. Perhaps that is it. Because right now, I am lost in Tony's mouth. "What did it feel like when she licked your pussy, V?"




Hawaii



I just want to moan.

"What did it feel like when she was licking your pussy and Paul's hard cock was deep inside you, V? Did you want to cum? Did you want to cum the second her tongue touched your-"

"Tony, stop," I managed to moan. "Fuck." My breath was ragged. I knew that much. If he kept this up, I might cum. Perhaps that's what he wants. Perhaps. And speaking of wanting, where is Paul right now? Why am I alone with Tony again? This seems to be a recurring theme on this trip.

"You want Paul," he smirks lewdly. Callously. Crudely. As if he's taunting me, bribing me. "You want Paul and I want you."

I swallow away the tension in my throat.

"I want you to swallow," Tony leers. "V, I want you to-"

"Tony," I manage to find my voice. "Tony, let's just watch the tape."

And we did. For two hours, we sat watching the tape of last night. Tony behind the camera the entire duration. Of course, he joined in. Don't even stop to think that he didn't. He joined in, but he managed to film as he fucked. Don't ask me how. Tony is obviously the next Seymour Butts. And he enjoys that. He enjoyed fucking Silver up the ass as he video-taped. He enjoyed watching the playback of this scene, Silver's tongue blending with my own as she cooed and moaned and begged him to fuck her harder. As I begged Paul to do the same.

Paul fucking V will forever be emblazoned in my mind. Not just from the video, but from the reality. The reality of the loud slaps of skin on skin. The taste of his sweat on her body. The beauty of a stunning female and the most gorgeous man I have ever laid eyes on…together. I want to remember that forever. And now, there's a video to remember it by.

And all the other positions.

There are only so many positions in the Kama Sutra, and I firmly believe that we exhausted them all. Tony behind Silver, Paul behind me. Switch. Paul behind Silver, Tony deep inside me. Switch. Silver and I on top of one another, Paul switching from one offered hole to the other. Silver on top of my sweating body, Tony switching off. Oral. Anal. Vaginal. You name it, we did it with Silver. If Tony paid for her, she was worth the money.

"She was worth the money," Tony sighed as the video ended, echoing my own thoughts.

I nod. "She was really a hooker?"

Tony grins. "Why the fuck would I lie about that shit, V?"

I don't know. Why would Tony do half the things he does? Why would he hire a hooker to fuck us in the upstairs of a sex club? Why would he bring us to a sex club? Why would he bring me on vacation with him and Paul and-

"V?"

"Yeah, Tone?"

He's toking from the joint. He frowns, then grins, then exhales. All in a second's length of time. He grins again. "Would you ever have sex for money?"

I laugh. What the fuck else am I supposed to do? I think Tony has entirely lost his mind. Yes, he's totally lost it. "No, Tone."

"You sure about that?" he beams.

I shrug. "No. Why, you offering?"

Tony slouches down into the sofa and smirks. "Well, technically I did and technically you said yes."

I raise an eyebrow.

"I paid 50% of your trip to Hawaii now, didn't I?"

I nod. I hate where this is headed.

"And you agreed to sleep with me for that," Tony beams with pride. "So technically, you're my whore."

"I didn't agree to sleep with you," I argue. It's somewhat pointless to argue, but I'm going to go down fighting anyway.

Tony shrugs and inhales more pot. "Technically, you did, V. But let's not argue that. Would you ever have sex for cash?"

"No," I shake my head. 

"Never?"

"Never."

"What if the cash was from someone you would have slept with anyway?"

"What are you asking me?" I raise an eyebrow and sigh. Fuck, I am going to need more of that joint if he keeps this conversation up.

"I'm asking you," Tony laughs, sitting up further and passing me the joint. "If I asked you to take money from someone for sex, would you do it?"

I can't answer that.

"If you would have slept with that person anyway?"

I'm going to try and wrap my high mind around this one. Sigh. Okay, here goes. "So like…role playing? You want me to pretend to be a prostitute?"

"Kind of," he frowns. "But not really."

"What does that mean?"

Tony takes a deep breath and considers my question. He's being serious, and I hate that. It makes me worry. Why am I so programmed to be concerned when Tony Lovato is being serious? Previous experience, I guess.

"What does that mean?" I repeat. "Because I don't really like what you're-"

"It means this," Tony smirks and slouches back into the cushions. "I've got a fucking hot as fuck plan for tonight. You can't say no, V. I won't allow it. So just hear me out, okay?"

* * *

I'm not sure how I feel about this idea. Not sure at all. But despite my one hundred hesitations, somehow, Tony has managed to get my ass into this pleather nurse's uniform. Yes, plastic leather. Faux leather. PVC. Call it whatever the fuck you want, but it's tight and itchy and I'm already sweating in this shit. Perhaps I should have chosen the latex maid uniform instead? Fuck if I know. I'm nervous. So fucking nervous.

He wants me to go out into the hotel bar and seduce a stranger for cash. But not just any stranger, apparently, Tony has already chosen someone downstairs. Yes. He's already assigned a specific man for my task. I don't know this man. At least, I don't think I do. All Tony has informed me is to look for the man in the pinstriped business suit and the black fedora, smoking a cigar at the bar. A fedora? Who the fuck wears a fedora in Hawaii? Seriously! Of course, I suppose the same could be said for a pleather nurse's uniforms.

Trying to walk in this thing is a task. My crotch is so tight against the fabric, I'm not sure anyone can fit a penis in there. I wish them luck trying, though. And not to mention, why did I agree to walk downstairs into a presumably crowded establishment when I'm wearing a PVC get-up, platforms, and my nipples are showing? I must have lost it. I think there was something in the air on the plane. That's the only logical explanation for my behavior over the past few days.

"Calm down," Tony assuages as he walks behind me. When we arrive in the bar, he'll disappear; but remain in the shadows. Just in case, he says.

I nod. I'm not sure that's a possibility. Maybe a cigarette will help. Without even having to ask, Tony has placed a Marlboro Light into my hand. I pause, he lights me up and we continue into the bar. The smoke in here is thick, which is good. I don't want too many people seeing me in this ridiculous get up. And come to think of it, why am I so concerned about my clothing when I'm about to have sex for cash?

I approach the bar as Tony disappears. I know he's not far off, and that's somewhat comforting. Discomforting is the fact that I do not see any men smoking at the bar. There are two youngish, college age boys watching sports in the back corner on the overhead monitor. There's an attractive businesswoman- complete with black patent pumps and a dark suit jacket- sitting three stools down. A couple of stragglers are standing at tables in the back of the room. A group of loud sports fans somewhere behind me. And then I realize that he is here.

Seated to my left, I must have walked right past him as we entered the bar. I was lost in the satisfaction of my cigarette. He's smoking a thick cigar. I know nothing about cigars, so I could assume it's Cuban. But that would simply be a guess. His fedora is tipped low on his head, and I can't make out his profile. Just that his sheer size alone tells me he is a man, a stocky one at that. He doesn't turn, doesn't acknowledge my stare. I know he knows I'm watching him, but he doesn't offer any blatant acknowledgement. 

I move down to my left, and take the last stool at the bar; to his right. He turns slightly and in the dark, I can only see his pink lips moving. "You here for the party?" he questions. I know his voice. I know I know his voice. But from where, I'm not sure. But I know it.

I nod, nervously and lean in closer to him. "Do I know you?"

He keeps the hat low and his face more or less concealed. But I see his lips turn up into a smile. He really does seem familiar. But he denies that we have ever met before. So I instead of arguing, I follow him toward the elevator and then to the tenth floor. This is it. Tony can't follow any further and I'm on my own from here. 

"Should we settle the payment right away?" he questions, business-like before I have even placed both my feet in the door. If I was a real whore, I'd suspect the police. Or foul play, at best. But I know that Tony is smarter than to set me up with the Donut Patrol. Or at least, I hope. Come to think of it, though I love Lovato, he ain't too bright. Fuck, what have I gotten myself into?

The stranger coughs, fedora still cemented firmly in place. I can see his lips move, but I can't deduce his eye color or facial features. His head bowed, he repeats, "Payment?"

"Five seventy five an hour," I repeat the words Tony had couched me through earlier today.

He nods and counts out five one hundred dollar bills, a fifty, a twenty and then a five. He places them on the bedside table. "That should cover me for the hour," he smirks. Those lips. I want to taste those lips. "We'll settle up if it lasts longer."

"I don't really know how this works," I slip up and admit. Fuck. Tony expressly warned me against that.

The stranger laughs. His voice is deep and it reverberates throughout the small room. A posh room. He must have money. Even the single bed is draped in silk sheets. Not common at hotels, although, I suppose since the suite I am staying in is divine; I should realize this is not exactly your everyday hotel. Fuck. Where has my brain power gone to?

"Take off your dress," he states matter-of-factly. He's seated himself in a large chair in the corner of the dark room. His head is still bowed low as he demands, "And then take off your shoes."

I comply. It doesn't take long to peel off the horrible pleather nurse uniform; and I'm happy to do so. I looked ridiculous, anyway. And the shoes were a bitch. I hate hooker shoes. I sighed, relieved.

"Come over here," he directs. He motions me to stand in front of him, and I do. Staring down at his shoes. If I knew anything about men's shoes, I might be able to tell you what the fuck they are. But I'm clueless. He smirks and glances upward. The fedora stays atop his head, but I'm able to glance a strand of dark hair. And a knowing wink. I know these brown eyes. He grins. "You really didn't have a clue, did you?"

I let out the nervousness and tension and sigh loudly. "I would expect to find you smoking a cigar in a pinstriped business suit…WHY?"

He smirks. "Because you know Anthony Lovato well enough to know he had a trick up his sleeve."

He's so very right: I should have known.

* * *

Tony's voice fills the room as he appears out of the closet with a sideways grin of delight. "You know, you could have kept the secret up a little longer, Thomas!"

Paul shrugs. "How fucking long did you expect me to wear a fucking suit and hat in Hawaii? It's a hundred fucking degrees outside, I feel like a flaming jackass."

He has a point! This is not standard attire for a tropical locale. Not even remotely close. I have to laugh as the two men bicker. That is, until I remember that I'm naked. Entirely and completely nude. 

Tony smirks, and then appears the video camera. "You know, V," he snorts. "I'm compiling a real incriminating piece of video on our little trip to Hawaii."

"I'll bet you are," I roll my eyes and begin plodding toward the bathroom for a robe.

Paul grabs my wrist and stops me mid-step. "Not so fast, V. Where do you think you're going?"

I gesture. "To the bathroom? Bathrobe? I'm naked?"

Paul wags a free finger in my face and smirks. "Not quite. Didn't you think we had some sort of plan in mind?"

"You just went from blaming Tony to making this a ‘we'," I observed. "That means you were in on this all along."

Paul rolls his eyes mockingly. "Well duh! I am wearing this ridiculous hat, no?" He lifts the fedora and shakes out his mop of brown hair. "Does the woman like me in my attire?"

I laugh at his stupidity, but I'm growing moist over the sight of Paul in this ridiculous ensemble. I shouldn't. I should laugh at him, laugh at Tony's insane sense of foreplay. But I can't. There's something about Paul dressed like a brooding, mysterious gangster. I think I want to fuck him. I think I want to fuck him right now.

"THAT'S IT!" Tony shouts from behind his camera. "YES, V! That's the look! Keep doing that!"

"Doing what?"

"That look!"

"What look?"

"Like you're going to eat him for breakfast, lunch and dinner," Tony exclaims with glee. He's enjoying this videotaping shit way, way too much.

For his role, Paul's stomach growls loudly. "Fuck, you had to go and mention dinner?"

I slap him for this, as Tony yells at him to "shut the fuck up!" How loving. And then, I'm pinned underneath Gangster Paul on the bed. He's still wearing the ridiculous suit and the hat. That has to be the first thing to go. The first of the gang to die, so to speak. So I remove the hat and toss it to the side. It lands on a nearby pillow as Paul smirks. "Guess what?"

"What?" I grin back.

"I'm not wearing any underwear," he beams proudly. 

I smirk. "Neither am I."

"You're not wearing anything at all," Tony catcalls from somewhere off to my right. No doubt he's filming this for posterity. Hopefully, he won't decide to show this at mine and Paul's wedding. Wedding? Wait, what the fuck am I thinking? I'm getting ahead of myself a bit.

"I want head!" Paul demands, pinning my wrists above my head. "You've never given me head!"

"I've never given you a lot of things!" I winked suggestively.

He blushes. "Well, I'm a gangster with a big gun. You should listen to my demands."

I decide to listen to his demands. There's nothing threatening about them- this is Paul, after all- but the look on his face is pleading, almost pouty. It's a sexy look for him; he should work it more often. I'd probably give in every single time. Oh wait, he doesn't have to pout to get me to say yes. Or to get me on my knees. Which is exactly where I am at the moment: kneeling over Paul's prone body. He's gazing at me intently as I reach for his fly. His eyes are watching closely as my breasts sway with my movements. Damn me for having such big tits. Now I'm feeling self-conscious.

But Paul assures me, sweetly. "I love your tits, V."

"Me too," Tony calls.

"Thanks boys," I blush. Yes, I'm blushing as I slowly tug the pin-striped slacks from Paul's body. And he's correct: he's not wearing underwear. That puts him immediately on display and I like this. I like leaving him in his button-down shirt, tie, and suit jacket. With no pants. There's something sexy about this.

"You should wear this," he laughs, placing the fedora onto my head.

And so it begins: the fedora-clad blowjob. I've never actually tried to give a man head before while wearing a hat. This should be interesting. Mostly because the fedora is already falling off my head. Thanks, Paul, for not putting it on correctly. So I correct the positioning of the hat as I move my body into a better pose. 

My tongue darts out and flicks quickly across the top of Paul's erection. Yes, he's already hard as a coal train. You gotta love these young guys and their always hard cocks. Especially Paul's, which is the perfect length and a beautiful girth. And he tastes like, well, he tastes like candy today. Something sugary and sweet, nice to eat. 

"You like that?" Tony calls.

I moan in agreement, sending vibrations down into Paul's pleasure centers. He shudders in response and runs his hands up through his hair. "Fuck, V. This is so fucking good."

I raise up and take over my work with my hand. I grin. "You ain't seen nuthin' yet, Paulie."

"Gangsta Paulie," he smirks euphorically. 

"Word," Tony adds with a laugh.

I return to my work, taking in more than half of his hard length. He fills me and I moan. I can feel his body tensing a bit; he's trying not to force himself down my throat. I appreciate that. I appreciate that greatly. And thankfully, there has been no hair pulling.

"You should use her fucking ears as handlebars," Tony directs. "Jam it down her throat, dude!"

"I think not," I raise up and argue, massaging Paul's balls softly as I do so. "You jam it, I bite it!"

"Ouch," Paul winces. "I'll behave!"

"Good," I grin and return him to the warmth of my moist mouth. He's moaning deeply; it's more a grunt. Whatever the fuck I should term this noise, it's fucking hot. I appreciate the vocal appreciate. I really do. Especially from anyone with a voice as primal as Paul's.

"Enter, Studio Extra!" Tony calls.

"What the fuck?" I laugh, ignoring his idiocy. Why pay attention to Tony when I have Paul's penis down my throat? It's not worth it. Instead, I focus on making as much noise as possible; on giving him the sloppiest blowjob he's ever received. I'd got shit dribbling down my chin, and in this instance, that's a good thing. Especially judging by the look on his face. Yes, Paul is pleased.

"Where do you want me?" a familiar voice questions. I know I know that voice. I know I know that voice well. What the fuck is Tony doing?

"Enter, Studio Extra!" Tony repeats loudly.

* * *

"I'm fucking here!" the familiar voice barks, annoyed, as he steps into view. He's wearing matching attire to Gangster Paul: pin-striped dress slacks, a suit jacket, shirt and tie. The ever-important finishing touch of a fedora. Obviously, this was planned out really well. Their outfits match perfectly, and wait- WHAT THE FUCK? How did he get to Hawaii?

"Well, quit wasting precious camera time, fuck face. Get on the bed and fuck her!" Tony demanded. It's so like him to assume I would say yes to sex with our friend, and so like him to think camera time is being wasted if pussy isn't involved.

"V, quit giving me that look," Tony called as he moved to a different position in the room.

"What look?"

Tony shook his head and rolled his eyes. "That look that tells me you're pissed at me."

"I'm not pissed at you."

"You look pretty fucking ticked," our ‘Studio Extra' laughed as he kicked off his shoes. Next he made a production out of skipping toward the bed and diving beside me. And nearly crushing Paul. Somehow, I hope he didn't intend to try and steal Paul's cock from me. But with this kid, you never know.

Paul groaned. "Would you people shut the fuck up and let her blow me?"

"Hey!" our guest frowned. "Dude, the plan was that both of us got to fuck her."

Paul frowned and banged his head on the pillows.

"So stop being so fucking selfish, Paulie Boy," Tony called from somewhere in the shadows.

Paul scowled. "That's Gangster Fucking Paul to you."

"Dude!" Tony snorted. "What the fuck is wrong with you tonight?"

I ignored them both and turned to our fourth companion. "So explain to me exactly how you got to Hawaii in the first place?"

He bit his bottom lip, sucked on his labret, and shrugged. "I do have money, you know. And money buys plane tickets. So I flew here."

"When?"

"I arrived this morning," he smiles. "Are you sick of me already?"

I shake my head and grin. "If you were Joel, maybe. But I don't ever get sick of you, Ben."

"Ben?" Tony cackles. "Who the fuck calls him-"

"I do," I interrupt. "So shut the fuck up."

"I'm taking a real beating here, Ben," Tony snorts. "Help a brother out!"

Benji clears his throat and sighs. "Sorry dude, I have to side with the lady. You know, if I intend to get laid, I can't piss her off."

"You're pissing me off," Paul growls and stands up. He proceeds to storm into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.




Hawaii Ch. 01



When you land at the Honolulu International Airport, the plane flies over the southern shores of Oahu. Pearl Harbor and the Arizona Memorial are just outside your window. The plane touches down and you walk from the jet way into the most wonderful airport ever built. The gate areas are enclosed like any airport, but when you walk from the main terminal to baggage claim, the walkways are open and the Hawaiian breeze blows freely, the smell of plumeria unmistakable in the wind. Its always about 26C in Hawaii and it rains almost every day for about 10 minutes. The weather is almost always the same there throughout the year. There are exceptions though – I spent three weeks there one time and it rained every single day, all day long.

When you get your bags from baggage claim, there will be several people waiting for you. The traditional Island greeting is a lei and a kiss on the cheek. A tanned, muscular, and very cute Hawaiian wearing traditional Hawaiian clothing – not ti leaves, but cotton flower prints, will put the lei over your head and say "Aloha. Welcome to Hawaii." He'll have a charming smile and think to himself that kissing you makes up for all the old bags he has to kiss every day. The next person you'll see is the limo driver. He'll have your name written on a white 8 1/2 x 11 paper on a clipboard and will dutifully help you with your bags back to the car.

The last person, of any importance, that you'll see is me. I'll be the one with a grin on my face that won't be erased by time nor misfortune. I'll be the one waiting patiently while your bags come out last from the conveyer belt and eagerly waiting to have you to myself. I'll be the one to hold you in the middle of the airport and kiss your lips, your cheeks, and the tip of your nose while we wait for those damn bags.

We'll take your bags to the limo and the driver will throw them in the trunk while you and I climb into the back seat. I don't care much what the driver sees so I'll just leave the divider down. The hotel is about thirty minutes away in Waikiki, so we have time to relax a bit in the car. You're tired after the long flight and I pour you a drink. You take a sip and recline on the seat and put your head in my lap, closing your eyes. I stroke your hair and trace my fingers over your cheeks, brushing down over your eyes and touching your lips. My hands gently find their way to your chest and lightly caress your breasts, drawing tiny circles around your nipples. Then they return back to your neck and face while you drift away...

You wake up when the car pulls into the drive of the Waikiki Marriott and the driver gives the bags to the bellhop. I've already checked in so no waiting – just up to our room. While you'd slept in the limo, I'd instructed housekeeping to draw a bath for you so it would be ready and hot when we arrived. We throw open the curtains to look out over Waikiki Beach and I help you out of your clothes, running my hands over your soft skin with each piece I remove. I hurriedly throw off my clothes as well – jeans, t-shirt, flip-flops – and wrap my arms around you from behind as we walk together into the bathroom.

The bubble bath is steamy hot as we sink into the water. This isn't about clean, this is just about relaxing. This isn't even about hot sex – yet. Plenty of time for that this week. I tell you to close your eyes and relax, leaning back against me as you sit between my legs. You can feel my cock hard against your ass but for now, I tell you to keep your hands to yourself. I massage your body, from your face to your pussy, gently touching, kneading, rubbing, all the way down and back up. One hand tracing around your nipples and gently squeezing your tits, while the other hand touches your tummy and runs down to let a finger dip into your pussy and back out. You lean your head back against my chest as I continue to massage you... you close your eyes and just let out a sigh as let my hands wander gently over your entire body.

While I rub your body, I let my tongue play with your ear. You can feel my hot breath and hear my low moans as my tongue slowly touches the edge and runs from the top to the bottom.

When I let my fingers play with your clit, I notice how you spread your legs a bit to allow better access. I pinch your nipples slightly and continue to massage your beasts with one hand while I gently finger your clit with little up/down and side/side motions – hardly touching it at all. I let my finger touch the entrance of your pussy and I can feel the difference between the water of the tub, and the slippery pussy juice starting to flow from between your lips. I softly moan in your ear and you smile because you know it's your wetness that's turned me on like that. You know that all I want is to be inside you and fuck you until the sun rises again. But that can wait.

I let my fingers rub your clit a bit faster and trace your pussy lips a bit deeper. The feel of your slick wetness between my fingers is making me crazy. You spread your legs wide open in the tub so that I have complete access to your pussy. My hand makes sloshing sounds in the water as it picks up speed. Now it's your turn to moan. The gentle rubbing of your tits turns into firm pinching and tugging of your nipples – my tongue on your ear turns into teeth on your ear – my finger on your clit turns to fingers in your pussy with palm of my hand rubbing your clit – your little pink asshole even gets some massage time as the pace picks up.

You reach behind with one hand just so you have a cock to touch. You wrap your fingers around it and just hold on – feeling it pulse in your hand – knowing that you made it rock hard and it's there for you whenever you want it. When you start to moan you close your eyes and focus on your clit – I'm pressing harder on the hard nub of flesh, rubbing side to side so fast that I'm creating even more bubbles in the water. Your feet press against the tub as you push your pussy into my hand, arching your back you moan loudly. Your hand clenches and unclenches around my cock as you start to feel the waves of pleasure approaching.

My hand on your chest is twisting and pulling on your nipples while my mouth is sucking and biting your neck. My other hand is pressing into your clit, rubbing as fast as I can while you're pressing your entire body against it trying to get every last bit of pressure. You feel the the orgasm start in your stomach and radiate out. I feel the spasms start in your pussy and your ass. They're unmistakable squeezing and relaxing in pulses. Your cum covers my hand but is quickly washed off in the tub, much to my dismay, but I can feel the spasms continue as your moans turn into frantic yelling "oh fuck me! I'm cumming! Can you feel me coming?! Feel me cumming Mick!"

I do – I feel every bit of it. I watch you cumming as your back arches up and your eyes squeeze shut – your mouth open and moaning. I love watching you cum – watching you lose yourself in pleasure. Nothing else in the world could get me harder than seeing your face and feeling your pussy when you cum. You know this and it only makes it better.

As the orgasm subsides and you start to return to reality, my hands slow back down to a gentle rubbing. Your clit is too sensitive right now for me to touch – but it won't be for long. I go back to gently tracing my tongue on your neck and ear, giving you soft kisses and whispering how sexy you are and how much you make me want you. My other hand has stopped its tugging and pulling at your nipples and is now gently massaging your chest and tummy.

I hear that final sigh of "ok... I'm back. That was fun!" mingled with "I am so fucking tired!" and we stand up in the tub. I rinse the bubbles from you and help you out of the tub. I dry you off and give you a warm terrycloth robe. We walk back out into the bedroom and move to the window again. I hold you from behind while we look out over Waikiki Beach again, my arms holding you tightly.

I suggest we go to bed – we'll need our sleep for later. We throw off our robes and climb, naked, into bed, spooning while we drift off to sleep. My hand cupping your breast, and your hand wrapped around my cock.



Hawaii Ch. 02



It's the middle of the day. The Honolulu sun creeps its way past the tiny gaps in the curtain made by the gentle, warm, Hawaiian breeze as it blows into our room. It steals its way across the floor and onto the bed where we lay in each other's arms.  The light dances across your skin where the covers have slipped away during your slumber and reveals to me the soft, delicate curve of your body.

I've waited so long for this week with you, and we have all the time in the world to enjoy each other on the island and in the bedroom. I don't want to wake you – the flight was long and the time change makes it even more grueling.  The hot bath relaxed you enough to let you sleep deeply so that your body and mind will be ready for the days and nights ahead. I watch your chest slowly rise and fall with each unconscious breath your body takes.  You're dreaming... good dreams I hope. A soft moan escapes your lips and rings in my ears making me want to devour you on the spot.

I can't wake you yet – it's much too soon and you're so tired.  I push the covers off me while I watch for any sign of my movements disturbing your quiet rest.  The air on my skin, and the knowledge that you're finally next to me, gives me chills and goose bumps appear on my arms.  I watch you as I reach down with my left hand and slowly caress myself.  I can't take my eyes off your perfect nipples, tiny pebbles surrounded by soft pink skin. I push the covers down ever so slightly, just enough to see your tummy and the curve of your hip. I long to use my tongue to trace that profile along your side and down your leg, but sleep is more important now.  I absentmindedly roll my balls in my hand, squeezing them and letting them go, relaxing and tugging gently on them.

I think back to our bath, and how you came in my arms. How your pussy was so wet – and not from the water. My cock begins to swell in my hand as I continue to gently massage myself.  I let it fall to the side then pick it up again, squeezing and pulling.  My right hand touches my stomach and moves down between my legs to make up for the lost attention on my balls. My face next to yours, watching you dream, wishing it was of me.  I push the sheets that cover you farther down and reveal the cleft between your legs. My hand stops and my breath catches. I can't help but stare.  Mother always taught me that staring was rude, but so is stripping a girl when she sleeps. I stare. 

I let my hand stray over your body – not touching – but almost touching... over your lips, down your neck, circling each breast, across your smooth tummy, down to your pussy. I can feel the heat from you against my hand without even touching you. I put my hand back where it belongs for now... on my cock. Its hard now – rock hard.  It pulses slightly as I squeeze it. Just a taste of wetness on the tip – my body won't let me keep that cum inside me much longer.

I close my eyes and let my mind take me back to our bath. The feel of your silky wet skin against mine. The smell of flowers from water.  The taste of salt on your neck as I gently kissed and bit your flesh. I let my hand work its own magic on me.  I let the speed of my stroking increase as I remember your sighs in my ear. I pull on my balls and feel the muscles between my legs tighten as I stroke faster and remember the way your pussy looked as I watched you climb into the tub. Your soft inner lips visible as one leg at a time is raised over the side of the bath.

This memory is too much for me. My hand is now flying of its own accord. Faster, as I know it won't be much longer, it rubs. My right hand tries to hold on to the sheets as it clenches them into my fist. My legs are spread and my cock is pointed to the ceiling, the hot feeling of release starting to build in my stomach.  I'm so close. The wetness from the head of my cock starts to spread and makes slick, sticky noises and my hand continues its assault.  I can't hold back. I open my eyes so that I can see your naked body next to me when I come.  Your eyes are locked onto mine. I don't know how long you've been awake, but I know now you've been watching me.  I can't stop and a sigh escapes my lips.  You see the desperation in my face as my eyes squeeze shut again and then I feel you push my hand from my cock and your lips engulf me.  The hot wetness of your tongue and the stroking of your hand sends me over the edge.  I can feel the cum in your mouth and on your hands as you continue to pump me dry.  I feel like it will never end – I wish that it will never end. I wish that I could be here in your arms for the rest of my life, feeling your warm body and your loving eyes on me.

I open my eyes and you've never stopped looking at me.  Cum dripping from your mouth... coating my cock.... Covering your hand.  You swallow what's in your mouth and kiss me, your mouth still sticky from my release. I don't think twice about what's covering your face – you're kissing me and that's all that matters. Your tongue is in my mouth and that's all I need. I need you.

You put your head on my chest and listen to my heartbeat return to normal, my breathing slow and steady. Your eyes close and you dream. 



Hawaii Ch. 03



We've slept for hours now, our minds and bodies adjusting to the sun's new position in time. For me it's two in the afternoon, for you its four in the morning of the next day.  On Oahu, its eight at night and we're both famished. We wake up in each other's arms, reluctant to let go, but our stomachs and our bladders drive us from beneath the covers.

We don't rush, but we can't linger. We need to get out into Waikiki before its too late to eat anything but saimin or Korean BBQ from the International Market Place. We shower together – not the long luxurious shower of lovers, but the quick furtive shower of lovers with no time.  Playfully grabbing, lovingly soaping, slippery bodies rinsing.  Plenty of time for slow, smoldering sex later.  I love the sound of your giggles as we finish in the shower and dry off.  The playful music of your laughter breaks my heart that this week will end and we'll be apart again. But for now you're mine.

Shorts, t-shirts, flip-flops, we're out the door.  We don't even bother with underwear – what's the point?  These clothes won't be on us in a couple hours anyway.  Waiting for the elevator we look out over Waikiki and see the thousands of tourists down below us ducking into shops and carrying their bags of useless crap that they've purchased for their aunt Marge or cousin Ralph. The elevator doors open and we're dropping the twenty-two floors back to the hotel lobby. I hold you against me as the elevator descends, wanting just 30 more seconds of privacy to make you mine before we are thrust into the general population.

The doors open and people are waiting for the ride back to their floors as we exit the tiny box. We walk through the open air lobby past the waterfall and valets and out onto the street. We make our way to Kalakaua Ave and join the throngs wandering aimlessly along the beach front road.  The temperature at night is 27 C as a gentle breeze blows across the island.  Clouds drift past a starry sky.  The smell of plumeria is ever present – the entire island smells of flowers.  We walk past the McDonalds and Hilo Hattie's, past the Hyatt Regency Hotel and turn right on Kanekapolei Street. The King's Village shopping square is standing in front of us complete with its small tourist shops of various flavors, a museum, and restaurants. We walk across the cobblestones and up the stairs to Tanaka of Tokyo, a Japanese teppanyaki restaurant.

We're seated quickly at a large table with a teppan grill for the chef to prepare our meal. Another family of Japanese tourists are seated with us and the language barrier, thankfully, prevents us from having to converse with them at any length. The Daimyo sounds fabulous – deep sea lobster and beef tenderloin. The dinner is wonderful, the sake is warm, the chef is entertaining, and the company is exquisite.  We finally have that time together where our lusts have to stay in check and we can talk freely about life.  It warms me to see the happiness dance in your eyes as we chat about everything and nothing.  Making you laugh is almost as good as making you cum.

After dinner, we have plenty of time to walk along the beach. We carry our flip-flops and let the cool sand caress our toes as we walk past the statue of Duke Paoa Kahanamoku. Other tourists are walking along the beach, couples holding hands, young lovers like you, and old fools like me.  We stop by the water and I turn to face you.  Gently holding your face in my hands I pull you to me. Our kiss is soft but electric.  I can still taste the sake on your lips as I let my tongue caress them. I feel your tongue in my mouth and I close my lips around it and gently suck, touching the tip with my own tongue.  I hold you closer and feel your tight nipples press against my chest. Thoughts of those nipples in my mouth and the feel of your hands on my back work its magic on my cock. I pull away, sheepishly... no underwear.  I'm sporting a pup tent in my shorts and we're still out in public.  Fuck 'em. You're hot and everybody can see that. Nobody would blame me a bit.  We kiss again and start laughing.

Sitting on the beach, watching the waves wash up to the shore, we talk.  We talk about the usual – hopes, dreams, fears, aspirations. We talk about the unusual – fantasies, sexual likes and dislikes, our kinks. I don't care what we talk about as long as we're together. Hours pass and it's getting late. We walk back across Kalakaua Ave to our hotel and jump back in the tiny box that takes us to the 22nd floor.

Once in the room, we can take our time.  We have all night to spend with...on... each other. You start to remove your t-shirt, but I take your hands and lift them above your head. I run my hands under your shirt, against your warm skin, and start sliding it up. My hands caress your sides, your tummy, your back as I lift your shirt higher.  Finally your breasts are exposed and the feel of my hands and the cool air of the room make your nipples harden against my fingers.  I lean down and gently suck one nipple into my mouth while slowly pulling at the other. My mouth moves to the other nipple and I let my teeth delicately nibble on it, tugging, pulling it while my hand works on the breast still wet from my mouth.

I lift the shirt higher and let my mouth trace along your neck. Your arms raised over your head, I pull the shirt completely off and drop it unceremoniously to the floor.  I kiss you again, full on the mouth, one hand on your back, the other holding your head to me, my fingers grasping your hair. I won't let you go.  Your soft skin against me is making my cock rise in my shorts again... I can wait. I start to kneel kissing you and tonguing you all the way down until I'm on my knees.

I unsnap your shorts and pull the zipper down. Your fingers are running through my hair and pulling my face close to your belly.  I can smell you.  The musky scent is making my head swim.  I run my hands up your thighs and my mouth touches the skin beneath the gap in your shorts. Your shorts fall down easily with a firm tug and I'm rewarded by the site of your pussy only inches from my face.  I lean in and inhale before I softly kiss your mound.  Let my tongue flick out and run the length of your slit, licking the wetness, savoring your taste. You kick your shorts off so that you can spread your feet apart, opening your pussy to my waiting mouth.  I let my tongue play on you, in you. I softly suck your hard clit and let my tongue flick over it.  My hands grab your ass as I pull you harder to my face.  I'm loving this.  I just want to stay here and breathe you in, listen to your sighs, let your moans caress my ears.

I feel your hands on my head, pulling me upwards, pushing me away from between your legs.  You tell me that it's my turn. I thought that *was* my turn! I grudgingly relent and stand in front of you, kissing you deeply before you push me away again, laughing, telling me to relax.

My stomach twitches under your fingers as you lightly touch me under my shirt.  You lift it, slowly pulling it over my head then letting your hands caress my raised arms as you kiss my neck. I smell the fragrance of your hair as you let your mouth wander down my neck to my chest, your hands on my back pulling me closer. I feel your hands move down my back and squeeze my ass as your tongue traces its way to the top of my shorts.  Your hands make quick work of the button and zipper that hold the last of my clothing secure over me. I close my eyes, not wanting to be distracted by anything except the way you make me feel in your arms, the way you make my cock feel as you take it in your mouth. The warm, wet feeling of your mouth around my cock and the firm grip of your hand around my shaft cause a low moan to escape my lips.  I look down and see my cock disappear inside your mouth and watch your hand slowly griping and pumping me.  You look up at me and I see lust in your eyes.  The look of hunger and desire and you continue to suck my cock.  You keep your eyes locked to mine as you open your mouth and take each of my balls, in turn, into your mouth and gently lick them – your hand never leaving my cock... always slowly pumping.

I know if you keep this up any longer, I won't last.  I push you away and see the pre-cum mixed with your spit dripping from the end of my cock. You smile at me knowing that you've brought me to the edge, that you have complete control over me. You stand up and lock your lips to mine. I can taste the mild saltiness from my own cum on your tongue. You wrap your arms around me and turn slightly then quickly push me backwards.  I fall onto the bed, surprised and laughing, my hard cock bouncing when I land on my back.  You watch as I start stroking my cock, your own finger lightly stroking your clit. You climb onto me, positioning your pussy just above the head of my cock and carefully lower yourself down.  I can feel the entrance of your pussy, so hot and wet, as it barely touches me. I'm almost inside you, not even an inch, while you grind on me – keeping me just touching, more like your pussy kissing my cock than be being inside.  When I thrust myself up, you lift your hips. You don't let me in yet. You just tease.

After a minute of your grinding and teasing, I feel all your weight bare down on me. My entire cock sinks into you. Your clit is pressed against me and you grind me with my cock buried to the hilt.  Your juice is flowing out of you with every stroke, every up and down movement causes more to spill out onto me – squishy noises mixed with fuck me words. Your ankles wrapped around my legs, your arms wrapped around my neck, your mouth whispering fuck me in my ear.  Don't let me go, fuck me harder, plleaassee fuck me. You're saying it, I'm thinking it.  Pllleeassee cum in me Mick. When she says my name, my ears burn with the words. I need your cum inside me Mick! I'm delirious.

Its time. You know I can't hold out any longer.  Your thrusts speed up as your pussy slaps against me. Your words aren't whispers anymore, they're shouts. Your pussy doesn't just drip anymore, it gushes and spasms.  I feel my balls tighten, that long drawn out beginning of orgasm when my body goes rigid and the groan escapes my mouth. Then my own spasms start, shooting jets of cum inside you, spilling out onto me. Mixing with your cum and covering my cock and balls with slick, sticky, cream. We pound against each other until it subsides, you rocking on top of me until we are both spent. My cock is still hard inside you, but I feel it already getting softer.  You still don't let me go. I feel your pussy holding onto me, trying to coax me into staying just a little longer.  Your arms are still wrapped around me and your legs have me in their grip.

I don't want to escape.  I want to stay there, with you wrapped around me until the world ends. Just me and you, joined at the waist, never letting go. You hold me and relax.  You stretch out your legs now but remain on my chest. Your face is buried in the pillow behind my head.  Still inside you, I close my eyes.  We dream.



Hawaii Exchange



This is an excerpt from part of a huge novel I'm publishing a piece at a time here at Literotica. Some readers may not be interested in a long read so I thought I'd post a few of the juicy sex scenes just to see what would happen. Here is a brief setup.

Gwen Yoshimura and her lover Hawk Detrick go to the Honolulu Contemporary Museum of Art. There they meet Kira and Emiko Kokura, an attractive Japanese couple from Tokyo. Gwen befriends the couple and take them on a tour of her beloved art department at Honolulu University. The Kokuras speak only Japanese and Gwen translates for Hawk throughout the tour. Out of the blue, an artist named Sally Higgins gives the Kokura's, Hawk and Gwen each a tiny hand size bronze fetish fashioned after the famous Venus of Willendorf. After accepting their unexpected gifts, Gwen takes the Kokuras to her private graduate studio to show them her art. 

********** 

Hawaii Exchange

I led my group into the rat warren of grad student studios and eventually to my little studio number three thirty seven. I offered everyone beers from my little fridge then gave the Kokuras a look at my work. I sat on my Salvation Army loveseat with Emiko sifting through portfolios of small abstract paintings on paper, Hawk sat at my desk looking at my huge Van Gogh book, hoping to find something on the Van Gogh painting we saw at the Honolulu Contemporary. Kira stood looking at the cacophony of sketches and notes pined and taped to the walls. Stealthily, I admired his profile. On top of his obvious good looks, the man was charming in an old world kind of way. I particularly liked the way he had me laughing and giggling like a schoolgirl all day long. 

Then I realized that Emiko was looking at me looking at her husband. To cover up my deep embarrassment, I got up and pretended to look for something near my easel. Emiko made a sound and I cringed, readying myself for a curt rebuke. When none came, I turned to look at her and almost screamed. She was leafing through my special black and green portfolio of drawings. My chest constricted with panic as I rushed over to stop her. To my horror, she twisted away from me with the portfolio in her hands.

"This is fantastic," she said. 

The drawing she viewed was a 24 x 36 charcoal of me sitting nude cross-legged in a lotus position looking forward. It was one of many studies I had done for my nude painting titled Shelly's New Dance. I covered my face as Hawk and Kira came over to see. The drawing was done in uncharacteristic photo-realism. The only part I took liberties with was the hair; I had left it flat black with no highlights.

"Shit," I whispered. 

"It's a beautiful drawing," Hawk said with his patented lecherous smile. "You have a great body. Be proud to show it." He gripped my shoulder in affectionate support. 

Hope you feel the same way in a second, I thought as Emiko leafed to the next drawing. Hawk's hand tightened on my shoulder. Emiko turned her head and looked up at me wide eyed, and then she looked at Hawk. 

"The likeness is uncanny," she told him. 

"She says the likeness is very good," I translated sheepishly. 

"You are one big boy," Kira said with a manly slapped at Hawk's shoulder. 

Emiko laughed stopped short and cleared her throat.

Hawk looked at me for a translation.

"He said you've been blessed," I told him softening the comment a bit. 

The drawing was of Hawk reclining naked reading a book with a full nine inch erection stretched across his stomach. Emiko's eyes focused on the real Hawk's crotch for a couple of seconds. She saw me watching her and her eyes quickly dropped to the drawing on her lap. 

Good, now we're even, I though with some satisfaction. 

Emiko went to the next drawing and it was of Hawk too. In the drawing he stood nude in profile with his surfboard under his arm. His erection echoing the graceful curve of the board. 

"I'm going to show all my surfer friends your nude photos," Hawk whispered in my ear.

"I'll fucking kill you if you do," I said as I held a fake smile. "Wait, you can show Professor Piedmont but not the rest." I sighed. "Since the cat's out of the bag ... " I got up and pulled the finished painting of Shelly from its hidden corner.

Everyone stared at the nude woman standing awkwardly in her vague blackish-gray world. 

"My God," Hawk said.

"It's like a John Singer Sargent," Emiko said in awe. 

"More like Rembrandt with those eyes," Kira said with equal awe.

"I Like her too," I said overflowing with joy at being compared to the likes of Sargent and Rembrandt. 

"She is beautiful," Emiko said. She looked at me with an odd expression and said, "May we take you and Hawk to dinner? Our hotel has a fine restaurant." 

"Oh yes please, as thanks for your kindness," Kira added with his eyes still on my naked portrait. 

"They would like to take us out to dinner at their hotel as payment for the good time we've shown them," I said to Hawk. 

Like Kira, Hawk's eyes were glued to my nude painting, he absently nodded probably unaware of what he was agreeing to. Pleased and amused, I nudged him and said, "God Hawk, you pervert. You've seen the real me naked a billion times." 

I accepted the invitation to dinner. 

"Is Hawk's drawing true to life?" Emiko asked in a conspirator's whisper as we exited my studio. 

"No exaggeration," I said. Emiko blushed and we both laughed. 

"What's up?" Hawk asked.

"Just girl talk," I said.

**********

The nude drawings Emiko discovered were the mildest in my new found stint as pornographic erotic artist. I don't know what I would have done if she had discovered the drawing I did of women giving head or of couples fucking in focused Kama Sutra detail. Thankfully, those drawings were better hidden. 

My resent exploration into explicit erotic art has made me rethink my personal theories on the female nude. Case and point the French impressionist Renoir. Like all his fellow impressionists, Renoir had a loose sketchy style of applying paint to canvas. But when he did nudes of frolicking big ass french girls, the looseness went away and he switched to a more realistic application. I always thought the switch was purely sexist and that he just liked looking at naked girls. And Now, I'm positive that I'm right. When it comes to producing erotic images, impressionism and abstraction fall way short of the mark. Like Renoir, I want my naked people in sharp clear focus. When it comes to glorious erect penises the style of Edward Hopper in much more satisfying than Pablo Picasso. The serious downside was that I lie awake at night, worried that I have become an x-rated Norman Rockwell.

All this drifted through my head as I sat on the edge of my bed drying my hair with a blow drier. Hawk lay on the bed watching me. 

"Why do you abstract when you can create in such fantastic realistic detail?" he asked. 

"Why create poetry when you can write in clear understandable sentences?" I returned with some irritation. Why do people think that painting in the abstract is easy? 

"Sorry," he said at my apparent annoyance. He slid forward and kissed my neck and back. His hands slipped around and cupped my bra-covered B-cups. My irritation quickly dissipated. He turned me around and covered my mouth with a kiss that quickly raised my temperature. We didn't come up for air for a long time. When we finally did, he said, "I love arguing artistic merits with you."

"I thing you just like feeling my tits. Now keep your hands to yourself haole boy. We have to get ready for dinner." I went back to drying my hair.

*********** 

Hawk and I arrived in the lobby of the Ala Wai Arms Hotel at about seven o'clock in the evening. I wore a nice white dress and applied what I called my nightclub face. I even broke out my pesky contacts. Hawk looked good too, in a dark green long sleeve silk shirt and black slacks. He even let me style his near shoulder length blond hair. When I was done he looked a little like Brad Pitt in the movie Troy, only more handsome. We put a call up to Kira and Emiko's room, and then went to wait for them in the hotel bar.

"You look great. Bet Kira will think so too," Hawk said. 

"I just felt like looking nice for once," I said liking that he might be a little bit jealous. 

"You been giving the guy the eye all day long," he said.

"You weren't shy about looking at Emiko's ass all day," I said. "Not to mention Sally and Oleander from the sculpture yard." 

"It was Sally's artistic abilities that interested me," he said. 

"And not her over stretched t-shirt or the world's smallest cutoffs around her curvy hips?" I asked with a glare. 

"FYI," Hawk said defensively, "I never even noticed Oleander's over stressed sports bra or the way the sweat ran down her flat stomach and soaked into the waist band of her biker shorts that covered her bodacious ass." 

"Bodacious? You having a Bill and Ted moment?" I asked with a giggle. I kissed him lightly on the mouth. Over Hawk's shoulder I saw Kira Kokura at the entrance of the bar. 

He looked great in a white long sleeve shirt and khaki cotton slacks. He had that manly, world traveler look about him. All that was missing was a floppy straw hat, a camel, and a couple of pyramids to complete the picture. 

Emiko joined him a second later and I let out an involuntarily gasp. Hawk turned to look and his eyes widened at the sight of Emiko too. She wore a red strapless dress that came to mid thigh, the clingy material accenting the graceful swells of her breasts with the perfect amount of exposed cleavage. 

"There's no way that dress came off a rack," I said feeling self conscious about my dress from Marshall's. Emiko's midsection was enviably flat and I made a pact to work on my abs on my next gym visit. Her sexy hips twisted subtly with each stride of her athletic legs. I could only imagine what the view from the back was like. A tasteful gold choker graced her neck and matching loop earrings hung from her ears. There was nothing girly about her, she was all woman. Hawk and I got up and went to meet them. Oddly, we all bowed formally and then went to the front of the restaurant and the hostess sat us at a nice table near a large glass wall overlooking Waikiki beach and Diamond Head crater. 

Dinner was pleasant and fun and the talk was mostly about art. Then shockingly, the topic of baseball came up and Kira and Hawk discovered a shared passion for the game. They both loved the San Diego Padres. Go figure? Apparently, there's some big time Japanese player from Tokyo playing for the Padres that Kira followed. 

To be part of the conversation I said, "I like the New York Yankees." 

That evoked a flat blank stare from Hawk. Even Kira had something close to a sneer on his handsome face. 

I put my hands up and backed off. 

After dinner, we retired to the bar and the guys got the bartender to put a Japanese baseball game on the TV. For two guys that didn't share the same language, they had no trouble understanding each other as they watched and talked about the game. Like me, Emiko had no interest in baseball. Apparently, female contempt for organized male sports held no national boarders.

Emiko and I left the guys at the bar and sat in a booth near by. I found out that she had been to the Louvre in Paris. After the Van Gogh museum in Amsterdam, the Louvre was my life's Mecca. I begged for details. 

"On our anniversary last year Kira took me on a special tour based on the Larry Brown novel 'The Da Vinci Code,'" Emiko said. "The tour visited all the places in Paris touched on in the book." 

I burned with envy and hung on her every word and description. The wine flowed and the conversation found its way to Georgia O'Keefe, a favorite of Emiko's. Then logically we moved on to female genitalia, and that naturally led right to Hawk's big dick. 

"Is Hawk's penis truly that big?" Emiko asked leaning in close. 

I laughed. "Yes it is." 

She laughed too. The wine was loosing us up. 

"Back home Kira and I considered joining a club to..." I didn't get the last part and asked her to say it again. I didn't get it the second time either. She and I went back and forth and then I got it. 

"Wife swapping?" I said in English then I searched my brain and found the closest Japanese equivalent. 

"Yes! Wife swapping," she said as her cheeks went a bit pink. "We went to a gathering of couples that do such things but we both found everyone unsavory or a little bit crazy ... and ugly." She laughed. "A fat man like a sumo wrestler and his plump wife begged Kira and I to join them but we politely declined and then ran away from the party never to return." She laughed again and puffed her cheeks out and did a sumo pose on her side of the booth. 

I laughed too. 

Emiko continued. 

"We tried again and met up with a couple that was more to our liking through the internet. We almost went through with it but at the last moment, Kira backed out. The woman was very attractive but he did not like her personality, she was so cruel. The husband was handsome but had no..." I missed the last part. She pondered then said, "I'll use American word I know, no balls." 

I laughed she pronounced balls, bulls. 

"The cruel wife did all the talking and she treated her husband badly always calling him names. I could not make love to a weak man like that. We were very embarrassed and Kira and I walked away. The woman called us cowards as we left." Emiko shivered her shoulders dramatically. "Very bad experience." 

I shivered in sympathy. 

"We tried one more time with the internet but it failed again so we just gave up." She went quiet for a few seconds then leaned in and said very softly, "Would you and Hawk like to 'wife swap?'" 

She said wife swap in English. I should have seen where this was going, but because of the wine it took me by surprise. 

"Have you talked to Kira?" I asked unsure what else to ask. 

"No," she confessed, "but I know he likes you. I can tell because he tries to make you laugh." After a short pause she added, "You are very beautiful."

My face warmed at the blunt compliment. Unable to look her in the eye just yet, I looked over at Hawk and Kira. Something good must be happening with the Tokyo team because the guys clinked beer mugs then high fived. Kira was smiling. Smiling suited his handsome face. I looked back at Emiko whose face was very red. I saw that she wasn't approaching this lightly. 

"Why do this thing?" I asked. "Kira looks to be a good lover?" 

"He is, but we want some adventure," Emiko confessed. "We were married at eighteen, over twenty years now. We both crave new things but don't want to sneak around." She caught my eyes and said, "You and Hawk are very nice." She looked away from me and looked at her wine glass. She turned a deeper shade of red and said, "I like the idea of being with an American man." She took me by surprise by saying the next thing in accented English, "It turns me on." 

I sat stunned and tried to get my wine muddled head into focus. Emiko took my silence as rejection. 

"I have offended you," she said sounding deeply mortified. "I am being very rude." She bobbed her head in a tiny bow, and then made to get up. I put my hand on her arm making her sit back down. 

"How do we tell the men?" I asked her. She looked panicked for it seemed that she hadn't expected this to fly. I waited, allowing her time to think. 

"I will ask Kira," she said. 

She swallowed the last of her wine and then reached over and finished the last couple of sips in my glass too, and then she got up and walked to the bar. Her ass was spectacular in her designer dress. I watched her put her hand on her husband's shoulder lean in and speak into his ear. Kira swirled in his bar stool, looked at me then back at his wife. They exchanged more words then he looked back at me again. I smiled and shrugged. Kira excused himself from the bar and came to the booth and sat across from me. Emiko stayed at the bar with Hawk.

"Are you sure?" Kira asked. 

"Are you sure?" I returned. 

"I think so? What about Hawk?" 

"I'll go tell him." I got up and went to the bar feeling both excited and apprehensive. I sat in Kira's vacated stool and looked at Hawk. "Emiko and Kira want us to join them in their room." 

"They want to finish the party up stairs? Sure." He drained his glass of beer then reached for his wallet to pay. 

"They want to swap are you interested?" 

He froze in the act of pulling bills from his wallet and then his eyes narrowed giving me an accusing look. 

"It was Emiko's idea, honest," I said instantly. 

Hawk looked at Emiko sitting on the other side of me at the bar. She smiled and gave him a goofy little wave. I got up and went to the booth, Emiko and Hawk followed. When everyone was seated again, I spoke in Japanese. 

"We move slow because we all have had a few drinks. I suggest we split up, Emiko with Hawk and me with Kira. We'll give ourselves an hour to get acquainted. If anyone of us changes his or her mind we end it no questions asked. Understood?" 

The Kokuras nodded in agreement. 

I translated for Hawk. 

Kira and I left the restaurant and followed a path that led us to the ocean. We took off our shoes and carried them as we walked side by side in the sand. We were hardly alone, it was a beautiful warm night and people were everywhere. We walked quietly for a little ways, waiting for the other to talk. This was crazy I thought. I've had too much to drink and should call this off.

"This is all fake you know," Kira said. 

My brow wrinkled in confusion. Was he criticizing the swap thing or was my Japanese failing me again? 

"Waikiki beach, all the way from diamond Head to Ala Moana Beach, is all man made." 

"I didn't know that," I said relieved that he was just making conversation.

"This was all swamp and rocky shore, no sand, and no hotels. Ironically, this area was the most undesirable real-estate on the island for a long time. Then they hauled in the sand and drained the swamps, put up breakers to calm the shore. The hotels soon followed." 

I didn't know any of this and was embarrassed that an outsider knew more about my home than I did. Moreover, finding out that my island's big tits were just an expensive boob job seemed so tacky. 

We found ourselves standing on a path lined with torches. I looked at Kira in the orange glow of the fire. 

"Was this originally your idea?" I asked him.

"No, Waikiki was made back in the twenties I think."

I laughed. "No, the wife swapping thing," I said.

"I know," he said with an embarrassed laugh. "This has been Emiko's idea from the start. She was a wild one when we were young. That fire still burns in her." 

We turned our heads and looked at each other. Then next we knew, we were kissing. The kiss was soft and quiet. The smell of his cologne mingled with the smell of the sea. His hands rested on my back. With every passing second our inhibitions melted away and we pressed in closer. My physical world was reduced to the the feel of his warm mouth and nothing else seem to matter. If passing tourists took notice of us, we didn't know ... or care. 

The kiss wound down, we separated, I looked into Kira's face.

"Let's go back and see how Emiko and Hawk are doing," I said.

He nodded and we walked back to the hotel side by side, inches apart, not daring to touch for we knew it would trigger another kiss. I couldn't speak for Kira, but I didn't want this to get any hotter only to find out Hawk or Emiko had called it off. As we waited for the elevator, we were the king and queen of restraint. But that lasted barely a second the moment the elevator door closed and we bashed into each other for another kiss and then pulled away instantly when the door chime sounded at Kira's floor.




Hawaii Exchange



We beat Emiko and Hawk back so were forced to wait. I sat in a chair near the balcony entrance; Kira sat on the edge of the big bed, both of us vibrating from the sexual tension in the room. I wanted to spring across the room, knock him flat on the bed and cover every inch of him with kisses. But I held myself in check, not allowing my crotch to do all the thinking ... for once. When did I become such a guy I wondered? 

To distract myself, I thought of a painting of Kira in the orange firelight of tiki torches with an indigo-black background in the style of Caravaggio. For a few seconds I covered my face with my hands and moaned internally for actually considering going Baroque.

Betty did? So why can't I? I thought recalling her painting of me and Venus the redhead. And it occurred to me for the first time to wonder ... what had become of that painting?

The door opened. Emiko and Hawk were back. I immediately noticed Emiko had on a different dress and jewelry. She walked over to Kira, kissed his cheek and dropped a shopping bag on the side table. 

I looked at Hawk; he shrugged and said in a whisper, "We went shopping," but didn't elaborate beyond that. 

"What happened?" I asked in a forceful whisper demanding more information. He shrugged again and I elbowed him in the ribs.

"Ouch! She took me shopping you crazy local girl," He said through clenched teeth as he rubbed his ribs. 

"I thought that you liked the green one?" Kira asked admiring the new dress she wore. 

Emiko turned and posed for him. The dress was short, black and sexy. It was also translucent and I could clearly see her underwear beneath. 

"I changed my mind, I think that this one is sexier." Emiko said. She gave Hawk a small smile as she turned to posed again.

Emiko sat down with Kira on the bed, Hawk sat on the arm of the chair I was sitting in near the balcony door. The moment had arrived for us to officially decide if we were going to do this thing. No one spoke and everyone was looking at me. 

With my heart pounding like a drum, I got up and closed the shades. Then I walked to the middle of the room and pulled my white dress over my head exposing my white silk lace bra and boyshort panties, both items were white but not a match. At home, I couldn't find the panties that matched the bra or the other way around and these two were the closest I could come up with. The sound of my pounding heart was deafening inside my own head. After smoothing down my hair I turned to Emiko. She sat on the bed unmoving staring up at me. 

Oh my God! Don't flake out now chick! I thought. It would be beyond humiliating to have to put my dress back on at this juncture. 

Emiko slowly stood. Hawk settled into the chair I had vacated, his eyes flickered from Emiko then back to me. Kira sat in the middle of the bed with legs crossed, his eyes locked unblinkingly on my near naked form. I liked the raw hungry look on his face. 

"Your dress is very sexy," I said to Emiko. 

"It will be good to go clubbing in but too revealing for anything else," she said with obvious nervousness in her voice. She forced a smile, and then bravely pulled the new dress over her head revealing sexy red-laced bra and panties. And of course, her underwear matched. She had that body that was both slim and curvy at the same time. The two extra inches at her chest made her look busty compared to me. Hawk's eyes greedily danced up and down Emiko as she stepped toward him. My chest constricted as jealousy took hold.

Maybe this swap thing wasn't such a good idea my logical brain interjected

Irritated at my automatic reaction to Hawk's lust for Emiko, and determined to ignore my logical half, I turned to Kira on the bed, knelt before him and pulled the tucked shirt from his khaki slacks. I glanced over to see that Emiko quickly had Hawk down to his underwear and it rocked me when he pulled her in for a kiss. 

Had they kissed before coming back to the room? Why not? You kissed Kira, I reasoned. 

My shock turned to panic and just as I was about to call the whole thing off, Kira's hands flowed over my lace covered breasts. I turned to him, he had removed his shirt and I automatically ran my fingers over his tanned hairless chest. We knelt facing each other and we kissed. I ended the kiss abruptly, and with lustful frantic hast, freed him of his trousers. His erection strained at the material of his black briefs. Back on our knees, we kissed again. 

My hands roved over his smooth back and his hands stroked my neck. I absently remembered reading somewhere that men from Japan had a thing for necks. Hundreds of old Japanese prints of long necked maidens flashed in my head. Then for an odd brief second Van Gogh's Japanese Woman at the Café Terrace bobbed to the forefront. 

I ended the kiss, slid off the bed and stood. With hands shaking from excitement, I unhooked my bra exposing my B-cups.

"Stand up," I told Kira. He swung his legs to the floor. "Not on the floor, on the bed," I said. 

He complied and stood up on the firm hotel bed. I waved him closer then pulled his boxer briefs to his ankles. The height of the bed put his circumcised erection at about chin level. It jutted out at a near perfect ninety-degree angle, very different from Hawk's graceful banana like curve. Without the use of my hands, I took the head of his cock into my mouth. And then swallowed him down to the base, and then pulled back letting him bob free of my mouth. With my hands, I pushed the shaft against his stomach and took both of his balls into my mouth rolling them around with tongue and gentle suction. Then slowly, I pulled back allowing him to pop out of my mouth one ball at a time. Still holding his erection against his abdomen, I blew air on his wet balls for a couple of seconds, and then aggressively gripped the shaft and swallowed him to the base again. 

"Aye, careful," Kira gasped. "Keep that up and I'll come like a teenager." 

I freed his hardon from my mouth and smiled up at him. I held a hand out. Kira took it and stepped down from the bed.

Off to the side I heard Emiko say, "I want to see Gwen's beautiful drawing." 

"I'm curious to see it too," Kira whispered. 

Kira and I stood side by side and watched Emiko kneel before Hawk as if in prayer. Uninhibitedly, with steady hands I might add, she slid his briefs down spring his big erection free. Reverently, she gripped the shaft with both her hands. It impressed her that even with both hands, she couldn't fully grip all of him.

"Aye," she said softly.

"I had the same reaction the first time too," I said.

A highly charged thrill rippled through me as I watched Emiko take the tip of Hawk's penis into her mouth, but with the thrill, came a wave of ugly green jealousy again.

Get into this girl, I scolded myself. 

Kira got my attention when he slipped behind me and slid my panties down to my upper thighs until gravity took charge and they dropped to my ankles. Both his hands roamed around front, the left caressed my breasts, the right softly traced the pattern of my pubic mound, all the while pressing his erection against my backside. Eventually his stiff penis nestled between my ass cheeks pointing up. Just when his fingers were about to discovered my clitoris, he turned me around to face him and kissed me. Both my hands explored his balls and erection as we kissed. I liked that we were the same height. At six one Hawk was six inches taller than me and we always have to deal with the height difference when we kissed. I stopped with my hands on Kira's erection, pressed against him and explored his back and tight ass. 

My exploring sparked a frenzy of touching; his hands roaming everywhere with undisciplined desire. When he roughly gripped my ass cheeks. I responded by aggressively grinding my pelvis against his erection. My breasts screamed for attention too, so I stole his hands away from my ass, created a gap between us wide enough for him to feel my chest. He caressed both of my small mounds sending waves of pleasure in the direction of my crotch that screamed for its share of attention too, prompting me to push the hand exploring my breasts down lower.

Shockingly, he roughly pushed me away from him. An expression of confusion clouded his handsome tanned face. "You have enchanted me. Are you are a sorceress?" he asked. 

I couldn't tell if he was joking. My eyes sought Sally's two bronze Venuses resting on the dresser. Kira followed my gaze then unexpectedly dropped to his knees before me. 

"Not a sorceress, a goddess," he corrected.

I smiled at his joke.

A line of warm wetness flow down my left thigh where it quickly cooled. Kira's leaned in and with the tip of his tongue, traced the fresh line of moisture up my thigh to my opening and wet excited clitoris.

"Aye! be careful, you've made me into a teenager quick to come!" I said in hitching Japanese. 

Kira made a sound; I think it was a laugh. When his stiffen tongue hit just the right spot, I lost all strength in my legs. In a semi controlled fall, I collapsed backwards onto the bed. Kira crawled in after me but stayed low and wove his arms under my thighs. One of his hands drifted up to my breasts, and the other hand splayed my vaginal lips wide exposing my engorged clitoris. He put his warm mouth to work, tongue and teeth seeking out all the right spots. I gasped and cooed; he certainly knew his way around down there.

A sudden bounce knocked Kira off rhythm for a second as Emiko and Hawk joined us on the big bed. I heard her complain."Why are you going down on me and not fucking me?" but she quickly changed her tune. "Oh my, you are very good at this," she gasped. 

"What did she say?" Hawk's asked, his head popping up from between Emiko's legs. 

"This is a fine time ... to ask for a translation ..." I said around gasps of my own. With a great deal of focus I manage to translate for him. "She asked why are you going down on her and not fucking her?"

"Why has he stopped with his mouth?" Emiko demanded to know. 

"Now She's complaining because you stopped with your mouth." I quickly lost interest in Hawk and Emiko for Kira was about to drop me over the edge.

A primal force from deep in me pushed its way up looking for violet release. Just as I was about to scream from the madding pleasure, everything stopped. It was like someone had turned off a switch and I was no longer near the edge of orgasm. The flat of Kira's tongue pressed against my clitoris; both of his hands were on my breasts, his thumbs pressed in just below the nipples. I was still turned on, just no longer at the brink of orgasm. I lay blinking at the hotel's white ceiling, my body in a state of buzzing confusion wondering what the fuck had just happened. Lately, when my orgasm starts to roll in, it's like a Mack truck with no breaks on a downhill run. 

Kira's tongue started moving again and quickly, he had me at the edge of bliss again. I cooed ready for my velvet Mack truck to smash into me. But yet again, I was pulled back. Doubly crazed, I propped myself up on my elbows and looked down at Kira. 

"What are you doing?" I asked stunned, impressed and disappointed all at the same time. I realized I had spoken in English so repeated it in Japanese. 

"It's an old shiatsu technique I learned," Kira said looking up at me from between my thighs. "Shiatsu is a kind of massage closely related to acupuncture dealing with strategic pressure points of the body."

"I know what shiatsu is," I said irritably, "This is not shiatsu." 

"Emiko learned about this technique on the internet," Kira said. "She's much better at it than I am. She sometimes keeps me going for hours creating a prolonged hell of pleasure. Its most impressive."

"Really?" I asked intrigued. I looked over at Emiko lying on her back making small hitching noises, her eyes shut tight, her fingers tangled in Hawk's long messy blond hair. Wearing just her bra, she was the only one in the room partially dressed. I felt I shouldn't interrupt but did anyway.

"Emiko, show me your shiatsu technique for stopping the male orgasm." 

Emiko opened her eyes and looked at me astounded. 

"Now?" 

I nodded then put a foot on Hawk's right shoulder and pushed him away from Emiko's crotch. Hawk looked up in confusion. 

"Bachiatari!" Emiko barked at me.

"What's goin' on?" Hawk asked. 

"Were going to try a shiatsu experiment on you," I said. 

"A shit what?" Hawk asked.

I laughed for I knew that he knew what shiatsu was. 

In an irritable fashion, Emiko guided Hawk to his feet and lowered herself to her knees in front of him. I couldn't help but admired her curvy pretty bottom, the woman was perfect from every angle. Kira and I lay on our stomachs to watch her perform. In a clinical manner, Emiko firmly gripped Hawk's balls in her left hand and then placed her right hand at his side just under the ribcage, and then she took the head of Hawk's erection into her mouth. She made a noise and backed away from Hawk's erection.

"He is very big," she said. she then engulfed Hawk halfway making him shiver and twitch. 

"Holy shit! Tell her to stop or I'm gone," Hawk said with urgency. 

Hawk has amazing staying power so to get him that close so quickly was impressive.

"He says he's about to come," I warned. 

Emiko increased her actions. Hawk took in quick hitching breaths. I could tell he was about to explode then suddenly his eyes went wide.

"What just happened?" he asked stunned. 

"Magic, " I said with a tiny smile.

Hawk pulled the true sorceress in the room to her feet then helped her out of her red bra. I envied her perfect body as I watched Hawk tenderly feel her breasts. My eyes narrowed for I still hadn't fully accepted watching Hawk touching another woman. 

"Go to 'prolonged pleasure hell technique' on the net if you want to know more," Emiko said making it clear that the lesson was over. 

"Enough of this foreplay," I said to Kira and rolled off the bed, found my purse and pulled out a length of condoms. I had put them in my purse as an after thought just as I had left my apartment. I stared at the condoms for a few second. You knew that something like this was going to happen, lizard brain chimed in. 

After pressing a condom into Hawk's hand, I crawled back into bed with Kira and pushed him on his back, ripped a condom packet open and then applied it to him. I briefly looked over my shoulder and saw Emiko kneeling in front of Hawk, both her hands clapped together as she rolled the latex sheath over his erection. With her hands together like that, she looked like she was praying to his big cock. For all I knew maybe she was. I swung a leg up and lowered myself onto Kira's erection and he entered me in one quick satisfying slide. 

Emiko and Hawk fell in beside us in the same position. 

Hawk held his erection steady and I watched Emiko rise above it. Kira watched too, apparently as curious as I to see how his wife would deal with Hawk's size. Her opening met the head of Hawk's erection and she slowly lowered herself making small gasping noises with each conquered inch. I couldn't tell if her vocalizations were of pain or pleasure, perhaps a little of both. She eventually took all of him down to the base. 

"This is most interesting," Emiko said in a breathy voice as she spread her hands flat on Hawk's chest and slowly rolled her hips. 

My focus quickly shifted back to my own body as Kira started moving under me. His hands gripped my ass and I braced my arms on either side of his head. It took a couple of minutes of work finding a mutual rhythm we liked. I looked down as I rocked above him admiring his handsome Asian features. Kira is the first lover I've had that spoke Japanese and I wanted to hear him vocalize his desire for me. 

I lowered my face inched from his."Tell me how much you want to fuck me," I said in a whisper.

"From the moment I saw you," he said in beautiful Tokyo accented Japanese. 

Emiko vocalized her own bliss beside me with pleasure's urgency in her voice. "Don't stop, make me come, my big American man." 

With urgency of my own, I gasped and said, " I'm coming! And if you pull a shiatsu trick now I will kill you!" Fortunately for him he didn't.

As he roughly, squeezed my my breasts an orgasm swept through me like a storm serge. Black stars formed around Kira's head and I closed my eyes to wait out the sudden dizziness. 

I opened my eyes and had a clear view of Emiko from behind straddling Hawk's middle. Her ass is so amazing, I thought with envy. I looked over at my ass and thought that mine looked just as good. 

Then with start I thought, How come I can see me like this? Whoa! What am I doing across the room? But I'm still fucking Kira?

I watched me turn my head on the bed to look at me standing across the room. And then, with a dizzying snap, I was looking at the closed drapes covering the balcony sliding door. 

My eyes dropped down to Kira beneath me. Although dismayed, I didn't panic for I had become accustom to my strange out-of-body experiences. One night a week ago, just after an intense orgasm, I opened my eyes to find myself in a room painted with Egyptian hieroglyphics. It was brief and weird. I told Hawk about it. He had read somewhere that some people can get high while making love and their brains create endorphins that border on the hallucinogenic. Whether that was the case with me, I don't know, but like I said, I was getting accustom to my tiny mind trips. 

My eyes flickered back to the balcony door and the drapes seem to sway a bit. My vaginal muscles twitched and teased at Kira's erection buried deep inside me instantly returning my attention to the sweet work at hand. 

"I'm almost at your door, don't stop fucking! Make me come!" Emiko gasped as Hawk followed each roll of her hips with a hard upward push of his.

I wasn't sure if I had heard her right. Either way, I liked the sound of it.

Not done, Kira and I switched places and I lay with my arms stretched over my head in blissful surrender as he entered me again. I celebrated each plunge of his hips with a small noise of pleasure.

"Kira," I said in a hot whisper then found myself kissing his receptive mouth. As we kissed, I heard Emiko and Hawk come together. I urged Kira on and soon, another orgasm took hold of me. Kira released his pleasure too just seconds behind me. In my bliss I turned my head to one side and my eyes fell upon the pair of little bronze Venuses resting on the nightstand.

"Thank you," I whispered to them in Japanese.

"You're welcome," Kira said in English.

I turned my head and smiled up at him. 

Pleasantly exhausted, we all lay on the bed in one big group afterglow. For a couple of minutes, the only sound in the room was our breathing. 

Kira was the first to speak when he fumbled for the room phone and ordered a huge tray of sushi to back up the wine and beer from the Minnie bar.

Unbelievably, Kira switched on the TV so he and Hawk could catch the score of the baseball game they started watching in the bar. With bottles of beers in hand, they each took joy in saying disparaging things about the New York Yankees in both languages. 

"What ever happened to an after glow cigarette?" I complained to Hawk who ignored me. "Men are such strange creatures," I said to Emiko. She nodded in agreement.

The food arrived and Emiko and I sat on the floor and talked while gorging on sushi with salmon roe, shrimp and grilled eel, laced with julienne strips of pickled ginger, dipped into pools of soy sauce cut with wasabi. We washed it all down with cold glasses of white wine. 

"Hawk is a skilled and gentle lover," Emiko said. 

"Kira knows a woman's body," I said in formal return of her compliment. I lifted my wine glass and toasted, "To good lovers." Emiko clinked her glass to mine and we drained them. 




Hawaii Exchange



"Enough baseball," Emiko said. And to show how serious she was, she crawled into Hawk's lap and kissed him to distraction. To one up her, I reached over to the TV remote with my foot and clicked off the game with a toe. Kira took advantage and kissed my extended foot then worked his way up my leg to where it mattered. 

A less urgent love session followed, all of us getting lost for a little while in the wonderful novelty of a new lover's body. Kira took me from behind on the bed, slow and lazy as his hands explored my breasts. Next to us, Hawk had Emiko on her back and moved in and out of her in sync with Kira's plunges. Then in total synchronicity, Emiko and I came together. 

"I want to finish Hawk with my mouth," Emiko announced with a girlish giggle.

"What she say?" Hawk asked.

"She wants to blow you," I translated. I looked over at Kira laying on his back on the bed and decided to do the same for him. 

Emiko sat Hawk on the edge of the bed with her knelling on the carpeted floor. I nestled between Kira's legs and went at him with my mouth and hands. A few wet, slippery minutes later, Kira's body tensed and I held still allowing him to finish in my mouth. I released his retreating erection and moved up to share a salty kiss. Kira reached over to the tray of sushi on the nightstand and we passed a serving of salmon roe back and forth like it was a joint. Lazily, we watched Emiko expertly work Hawk's huge erection.

She freed him from her mouth and sat back stroking him with both her hands.

"Gwen, bring me a glass of wine please," Emiko said.

I pushed the last bit of roe sushi into Kira's mouth, got up, poured a glass of chilled white wine and walked it to Emiko. 

"Hold the glass steady," she said and pointed the end of Hawk's penis at it. She looked up at Hawk and said in English, "Come." 

Miraculously, on her command, he did. 

Emiko gave a tiny shriek as the first squirt went wild and sprayed her forearm. The next two emissions struck the inside edge of the wine glass in long creamy streams. I watched the milky fluid slid down and mingle with the wine. 

Kira crawled to the edge of the bed and watched with fascination as his wife milked the last drops of Hawk's semen into the wineglass. She released Hawk and raise the glass in a toast.

"To the Goddesses," she said looking at the two fetishes resting on the bedside stand. She tipped the glass to her mouth and drained a quarter of it and then handed the glass to me. 

"To the Goddesses," I said. I licked at the messy outer edge for dramatic effect, and then took a good swallow. I handed the glass back to Emiko. 

Unexpectedly, she sat forward and licked a spot of Hawk's come that had transferred to my hand from the glass. Kira and Hawk watched with fascination. Her tongue felt unnaturally hot. Emiko blinked, seemingly just as surprised by her brazen behavior and released my hand quickly. 

Still holding the tainted wine, I handed it to Kira just to see what he would do with it. With a microscopic smile he took a sip then handed it off to Hawk completing the circle.

"Not the first time my spunk's been used in a pagan ritual," Hawk said, and then he drained the remainder. Emiko laughed and clapped her hands. 

Hawk looked at the empty glass with a frown and said, "I think I would go better with a Merlot." 

I laughed and translated for the Kokuras. They lost it too. Kira slapped Hawk on the back and Hawk pretended to stagger then fell into Emiko making her laugh even more. In the giddy afterglow, we finished off the beer, wine and sushi. 

**********

Next morning, I woke curled up naked on the floor wrapped in the plush bed comforter next to Hawk. I sat up and saw the naked bodies of Kira and Emiko intertwined on the bed. I untangled myself from Hawk's long limbs and went to the bathroom to relieve myself. I washed my face then took a finger full of toothpaste and washed and rinsed my mouth. As I pushed at my hair, which was beyond bed wild, the door clicked open and Emiko stuck her head in.

"Good morning," she said looking as disheveled as me. 

"Good morning," I returned. "You need to use the bathroom?" 

Emiko nodded and stepped into the bathroom as naked as I. Without asking me to leave, she sat on the toilet and peed. I was greatly embarrassed but didn't retreat. I didn't want her to think I was prudish about such things, which was quit stupid considering all we did last night. She wiped, got up, flushed and repeated my ritual of face washing and teeth brushing, but she had a toothbrush of course, and then she took a couple of minutes to work on her hair with a brush. As she arranged her hair I admired her fine body in the mirror. Hard to believe that the chick was almost forty. 

Her eyes met mine and she wouldn't look away. A wave of self-consciousnesses washed over me and I gabbed a towel from a stack on the counter. Holding the towel in front of me to conceal my nakedness I asked lamely, "May I take a shower?" 

"Please, of course," Emiko said. 

Hurriedly, I stepped into the stall and slid the frosted door close behind me. I hung the towel over the top of the door and turned the water on and got it as hot as I could bare. A sigh of pleasure escaped me as the hot liquid needles pounded my body. This was such a luxury, for the shower in my seedy Waikiki apartment had near zero water pressure. 

"I'll put something out for you to wear," Emiko said and left the bathroom. 

"Hey, gotta pee," Hawk's voice came from the other side of the shower door. A few seconds later, the toilet flushed and I instinctively braced for the change in water temperature but none came. I guess things like that only happens at cheep Waikiki apartments and never in billion dollar five star hotels. A few seconds after Hawk left. I heard someone else enter the bathroom. I cracked the shower door open just a hair and watched Kira standing naked peeing. He had a full erection making it difficult for him. He managed though, washed up and left without a word. 

I stepped out of the shower, dried off, wrapped myself with a towel, and then peeped out into the main room. Emiko sat on the bed. She pointed at some clothes draped over the back of a chair. 

Aware of Emiko's eyes on me, I picked up my panties from last night and slipped them on without losing the towel. I didn't bother with the bra and simply stuffed it in my purse.

"Where are the guys?" I asked. 

"We have nothing that will fix Hawk so they went down to the clothing store to buy some shorts and a shirt for him," Emiko said. "We would like to take you to a big American breakfast."

"Okay," I said as I dropped my towel and quickly put on the soft light green shirt and white cotton shorts Emiko had laid out for me. They were a perfect fit. 

"Try the slippers," she said. The rubber beach flip-flops were a good fit too. Fully dressed, I felt a bit more comfortable. 

"I'll pay for the clothes," I offered politely as I sat on the bed with her. 

"We owe you for the wonderful tour of your art department and the two little statues from Miss Sally are great treasures." She looked over at the two little bronzes sitting on the nightstand. I gave her an accepting bow of thanks. She looked at me and said, "Last night was ... enlightening." After a brief pause she asked, " You ever made love to a girl?" 

I blushed even though I saw this coming from way off. "Just a little kissing once," I said honestly. "And you?" 

"No, not even a kiss" she said. Her pretty brown eyes sought mine."You want to kiss?" Emiko asked strangely shy. 

I leaned in and covered her mouth startling her. Hell, it startled me too. Her mouth was tight and tense at first, but like a blossoming flower, it softened and yielded to the kiss. Our tongues slowly danced and mingled. Emiko took one of my hands and guided it to her chest. 

A knock at the room door made us both jump out of our skins and like teenagers caught making out, we separated and moved to opposite corners of the big bed. The door opened and a woman from room services stepped in. 

"Oh no, so sorry," the middle-aged local woman exclaimed seeing that the room was occupied. She backed out and closed the door behind her. Emiko and I were quiet for a second and then we both broke up with laughter. 

"This is the exact same thing that happened to me the last time I kissed a girl," I said, thinking of my forbidden kiss with my best friend Betty. We looked at each other and knew that the spell was broken. Emiko picked up one of the crude bronze Venuses sitting on the nightstand. 

"I'm glad that we're are going back to Tokyo tomorrow," she said as she fingered the little goddess. "I would lose Kira to you if we stayed." 

I blinked in surprise, shocked at the unexpected comment.

She looked into my eyes and said, "He would fall in love with you." 

"Not true," I said automatically. Although a dark evil part of me liked the idea of stealing Kira away from her.

Thankfully she changed the subject.

"I would like to buy one of Sally's full size Venuses. Do you think that $5000.00 would insult her?" 

I fell backward on the bed with laughter then managed to say, "I'm sure that Sally will not be insulted at all."

Emiko frowned bemused by my odd reaction. 

The guys came back. With all our clothes from the night before stuffed into Hawk's shopping bag, we went down stairs and had a huge, decadent American breakfast. We parted at the restaurant entrance with hugs and the exchange of email addresses.