Dirty White Candy, Ultimate Vacation, Book 2 (30 page)

Nodding in agreement I found Janette’s eyes.
 
She nodded toward the hotel understanding our desire for more comfortable surroundings.

While James and Janette started dishing out verbal invitations, James and I gathered our clothes.
 
The walk to the elevator was full of giggles and slaps of butt cheeks.
 
Everyone was in good spirits and prepared to continue partying.

John wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me in tight when we entered the elevator.
 
“This vacation has been fun, but I’m ready to have you to myself for a while.” His whispers tickled my ear, sending goose bumps down my arm.

Suddenly, I didn’t want to go to Janette’s room.
 
I wanted to go home.
 
I wanted John alone in a calm and private environment.
 
I wanted more.

Since we’d already gone to Janette’s suite, we continued to play for about an hour before we made a polite exit.
 
Janette surprised me by looking happy that we were leaving.

“We’ll talk tomorrow down by the lagoon at lunchtime.
 
You two have a good evening.”
 
She gave us both a quick kiss before closing the door behind us.

FALLING IN LOVE

Back at our room, I went straight to the shower.
 
It only took a moment before John followed me in.

“Crazy night,” he said as he stood under the water.

“Crazy is right.
 
It’s nice to be back in the quiet with you though.”

“Yeah, I was beginning to wonder if you were okay, since you were ready to go all of the sudden.”
 
He soaped my hair, massaging my scalp.
 
The warm water and his caressing fingers nearly had me dozing.

“I have a serious buzz, but I feel fine.
 
I guess I’m just partied out.”
 
Why couldn’t I just admit that all I wanted at that moment was him?
 
I just wanted to be alone with John, enjoying a quiet moment.

“Thank God, because I don’t think I can handle much more.
 
My pecker needs a rest.”

I cracked up and had to hold on to John’s naked wet body to steady myself.
 
“Pecker?
 
You men and your euphemisms.”

John laughed.
 
“I’m serious.
 
It’s getting more and more difficult.
 
I’m just sexed out and trust me, as a dude, I never thought I’d complain about too much sex.
 
This is a real first for me.
 
I don’t care if I spend the last three days without so much as seeing a naked woman other than you.”

Janette and James had both told me on separate occasions that this place brought them closer.
 
I was beginning to see why.
 
Any other time, I would not have left the party.
 
Maybe it was because I had always been wanting more, always craving the mind blowing orgasm.
 
Maybe it was because we’d had so much sex with different people since arriving.
 
Either way, I was with John.
 
I’d had my fill.

“That’s okay, we don’t have to party any more.
 
We’ll enjoy the food and drinks.
 
We can relax and enjoy the vacation because we’re both going to be very busy when we get back home.”
 
I combed conditioner through my hair with my fingers.

“Busy?”

“Since we have two apartments to pack, it’s going to take a lot of work.”
 
I wiped the water out of my eyes to see John standing still, staring at me intently.

“So you’re moving in?
 
You’re not just saying this because you’re drunk are you?”

I smiled.
 
“Nope, I made the decision a few days ago.
 
I want more.
 
More with you, more of you, I just want it and I want it with you.”

John stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist, handing me a towel as I stepped out.

“You’re sure?”

Twisting my hair up in the towel, I stepped into him, taking his hands in mine.
 
“John, stop trying to talk me out of it.
 
I’m scared.
 
I love you, but I’m scared.
 
The only way to get over that is to hit it head on.
 
I trust you.”
 
Putting my lips on his, I offered him a warm, soft kiss.

His arms made their way around me, pulling me in tight.
 
“Then this is the best end to the best vacation of my life.”

We moved to the bed, John pausing only to turn out the lights.
 
Under the covers, we faced each other, running our hands on over each other.
 
His hands were warm and comforting on my back.
 
His shoulders were firm and strong beneath my massaging fingers.
 
I was at peace.

*****

Waking late, I had a light breakfast and changed into a bikini.

“You never cease to amaze me, woman.”
 
John kissed the back of my neck.
 
“You look phenomenal!”

“Thank you.
 
I’m supposed to meet Janette around lunch.
 
Think you can find something to do for a while?”
 
I tied the back of my top, though it was a waste of time.
 
It was coming off in a few minutes anyway.

“I’m a big boy.
 
I’m sure I can keep myself occupied.
 
Have a nice lunch.”
 
I kissed him, grabbed my bag and headed down to the lagoon.

I saw Janette laying on the beach by her cabana and headed her way.

“Care for some company?”

She rolled over to face me.
 
“As long as you quit shouting.”

“James and his shots get the best of you?”
 
I giggled as I spread my sheet on the sand.

“I think I only had three hours sleep.
 
My head is pounding, despite my best efforts.
 
I feel like I’m dying.”
 
She groaned, cursing her hangover.

“It’s not going to be easy, but you should really have a Bloody Mary.
 
Come back down easy after that, rehydrating and eating when possible.
 
I’m sorry you’re not feeling well.”
 
I did feel for her.
 
I had too much to drink on more than one occasion and knew how bad she felt.

“It’s the last party of the trip.
 
We usually lay low after that.
 
I’m already all over the drink.
 
It should be here at any time.
 
Lunch is on the way as well.”
 
She covered her face with a sun hat and returned to her reclining position.

I stayed quiet, knowing that conversation would not help her condition.
 
I began to regret leaving John behind.
 
At least I’d have someone to talk to.
 
Instead of sulking, I retrieved a book from my beach bag and rolled to my stomach.

The rolling sounds of the ocean and the warmth of the sun started lulling me back to sleep.
 
Since I couldn’t focus on the words on the page, I put the book down and rested my neck.
 
Closing my eyes I listened to people chatting, though due to the party the night before, there weren’t many people on the beach yet.

“Ladies, lunch is served.”
 
The voice caught my attention, pulling me from my twilight state.

“Thank God,” Janette groaned.
 

We took a seat at the table.
 
Croissants, cheeses, meats and spreads filled the table along with fresh fruit and vegetables.
 
Greasy food always seemed to help my hangovers, but I didn’t feel it necessary to give a woman with a hangover any criticism, even in the form of advice.

The tuna croissant I chose melted in my mouth.
 
The light breakfast I had did little to satiate my hunger.
 
Janette generally had an enormous spread of food and I never wanted to seem unappreciative of her generosity.

“Please, have another.”
 
She said picking at her solitary croissant.

“Sip the drink.
 
You’ll start to feel better.”
 
I made another sandwich as I watched her choke on her drink.
 
The pity I felt for her was overwhelming.
 
She was generally a very vivacious woman.
 
Seeing her crippled with a nasty hangover was painful to watch.

Janette pulled off another piece of croissant.
 
“So, you were an early departure last night.”

I bit my lip as I often did when faced with an uncomfortable situation.
 
“I guess I’m just partied out.”

“Yeah, that happens.
 
It’s easy to get burnt out on this stuff.
 
It’s okay dear.
 
I was happy to see you two leave.
 
And let me tell you, you left just in time.
 
There was some throwing up that happened shortly after you left.”
 
She looked as if all the color drained from her face.
 
“Needless to say, the party ended shortly after you left.”

“Wow, sorry to hear that.
 
James was really pushing the shots.
 
I had to bow out toward the end.”

“You were one of the smart ones.
 
I didn’t get sick, but I feel like I’ve been hit by a train.
 
The Bloody Mary seems to be helping.
 
So how did the rest of your night go?”
 
She finished choking down the last of her croissant.

“Actually, I told John I was moving in with him when we get back.
 
He’s very happy about it.”

“And you?”

I took a deep breath.
 
“To tell you the truth, I am still a bit nervous.
 
I don’t want the same train wreck I had in my marriage.
 
I’m really worried about everything becoming mundane, and John not wanting me anymore.”

Janette chuckled.

“What?”

“Dear, we’ve had a lot of conversations.
 
Your ex-husband was a dumbass.
 
He did very little if anything to see that you were happy.
 
John goes above and beyond to see that you’re happy and satisfied in everything.
 
The guy is clearly head over heels in love with you.
 
Every relationship has its ups and downs but you can’t spend the rest of your life single for fear of loss.”
  

“A moment of clarity?”
 
I smiled.

“A wise woman is still a wise woman, even when she thinks she can literally feel her hair grow.”
 
She smiled.
 
“My stomach is starting to settle and my head is actually starting to hurt less.
 
I may survive yet.
 
Anyway, when you two settle down as a couple, you just have to find a balance between being a couple and keeping things spiced up.
 
Balance is key.”

I pondered what Janette had to say.
 
She and James seemed entirely happy together, so her advice seemed to have merit.

After lunch, we returned to the sand.
 
Janette settled for coconut water now that she was feeling better and dozed.
 
Comfortable and relaxed on the warm sand, I also found myself fading in and out of sleep.

Within an hour, more folks started to arrive, taking their place on the sand around the lagoon.
 
The noise level was still a lot more quiet than it had been all the days previous.
 
It had been a long night for most and judging by the drink orders, it was easy to see that a lot of the guests were suffering from overindulging the night before.
 

Thankfully, I wasn’t one of them.
 
John and I had ducked out early and relaxed with each other alone in our room.
 
While everyone else was nursing the hangover from hell, I was relaxing in the sun, feeling perfectly healthy.