****
The next morning, I woke up with Anthony’s head between my legs.
“Mmm, that feels incredible,” I breathed. “But I need you to fuck me Anthony. I want your hard dick in my pussy.”
“You have such a dirty mouth,” he grinned. “I love that about you.”
He got up and put on a condom. “Get on your hands and knees,” he told me, when he got back to the bed.
I did. “Fuck!” I yelled, when he slammed into me. “Harder,” I said, a few strokes later.
At the rate he was going, I knew it wasn’t going to take me long to come. He was so deep in that position and it felt so good that when my orgasm hit me, I was sure I blacked out for a minute. I heard him yell my name and knew he was coming too.
He collapsed on me and when we could both move again, he got up and disposed of the condom.
“What a way to wake up,” I giggled.
He chuckled. “I can’t argue with that. Now get up,” he said, and smacked my ass. “We have a busy day.”
The “busy” day turned out to be snorkeling in the water off our private beach in the morning and hike in the jungle in the afternoon. I’d never thought about having sex in the middle of a jungle until Anthony had me pinned up against a tree with his dick in me. I’ll admit, I thought it was really hot.
Over the next few days, we did everything we possibly could on the island. He took me sailing, horseback riding and even ziplining. We went back to town a couple more times so he could buy me things to remember the trip. Like I’d ever forget it.
Every evening was spent on our private beach looking out at the ocean. Ricardo would bring us dinner and drinks while we watched the waves hit the beach. It was really like I was living in a romance novel.
And then there was the sex. We had lots of sex in a lot of places. Every room in the villa, in the lounge chairs on the beach, and even on the deck of sailboats. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other.
It had been the perfect vacation and I didn’t want it to end, but unfortunately on Saturday we had to return to the real world. As the plane took off, I waved out the window hoping one day I’d be able to go back there.
****
Bodie
If you’d told me at the beginning of the year that I’d be spending my first Spring Break at college working, I’d have said you were out of your mind, but there I was, at the office with my dad … working.
The only thing that kept me going was Karma’s Instagram pictures. My dick twitched every time I saw her in one of her skimpy bikinis, but I could tell she was having a good time. I skipped by the ones with Anthony in them, because the guy was a douche, but the rest were awesome. She shared pictures of everything she was doing. I was happy she was enjoying herself.
As much as I’d have liked to be there with her, learning more of the business wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be. I did get to meet a famous celebrity who’d hired us for a security job, so that was cool. It just sucked that I couldn’t tell anyone about it.
“Bodie,” dad called from his office, “can you come here for a minute?”
I stopped what I was doing and went to see him. “What’s up?”
“I’m meeting a client at a warehouse this afternoon. He’d like us to set it up with a high-end system and I’d like you to come with me.”
“Sure. When do we leave?”
“Thirty-minutes. I’m having you come with me for two reasons. First, to see what it’s like to do an off-site call, and second, to test your professionalism.”
“Okay.” I wasn’t really sure what to say to that. I could be “professional” when I needed to be. I’d spent a lot of my life around adults and if I didn’t act right, I got in serious trouble. I didn’t think being professional was much different than that.
An hour later, we pulled into a parking lot in an industrial area. There was a black SUV already there. When the man stepped out of the vehicle, I understood what dad had meant earlier. The meeting was with Antonio Pagano. I balled my fists and gritted my teeth.
“Son, this is a good lesson for you. You won’t always like who you’re working with but it’s still of the utmost importance to always act professional, even if you want to punch their lights out.”
I took a few deep breaths. “I can do this, dad.”
“Okay, let’s go play nice.”
For the next hour, I walked around and listened to dad, doing my best not to look at Antonio Pagano because every time I did, I wanted to strangle him. Finally, we were able to get back in the car.
“You did well, Bodie,” dad said, as he started the engine. “Now, tell me everything I just told Antonio.”
I chuckled because dad probably thought I was too busy plotting Antonio’s death to pay attention to what he was saying, but I’d heard every word he said. I could see he was impressed when I was able to tell him all of the security measures he wanted.
“You can take off now,” dad said, when we got back to the office.
“But it’s only 3:00.”
“You’ve earned it. And you know what, don’t bother coming in tomorrow. Take a couple of days and do something fun. You spent most of the break here and while I appreciate it, I remember what it’s like to be young and in college.”
“Okay, thanks I guess.”
“You don’t sound sure about that.”
“It’s just that everyone is gone. Doing things alone is boring.”
“What about Karma?”
“She’s in St. Lucia with Anthony.”
“How about that other girl you’ve been spending time with?”
“Tiffany? How do you know about her?”
He laughed. “Your sister likes to talk, remember.”
“Oh yeah. I guess, I could see if she’s free. She has a part time job and has been working most of the break.”
“Sounds like a hardworking girl.”
“She is, but don’t get any ideas. We’re just friends.”
“Fine. But I really think you should try and do something fun for the next couple of days.”
“Alright. Well, thanks for this dad. Say hi to mom for me.”
I left the office and went straight to my car. I had an idea, so I called Tiffany on the way.
“Hey,” she said, when she answered.
“I have a strange question. If you could do anything in California right now, where would you go?”
“Disneyland,” she said without hesitation.
“Really?”
“Yeah. Even though I’ve lived here my whole life, I’ve never been able to go.”
“What would you say if I said we could leave tonight and go there for a couple of days and be back Sunday.”
“I’d say that would be awesome, but I have to work.”
“Could you find someone to cover for you?”
“Probably, but I need the money.”
I had to be careful how I worded the next few sentences. “Before you say no, hear me out. We’ve both spent the whole Spring Break working so far and I think we deserve to be able to do something fun. The entire trip would be on me and I could cover your lost wages. I really want to go have a good time and I haven’t been there in years. So, Tiffany, will you do me the honor of accompanying me to the happiest place on earth?”