by Mia Moore
I looked over to where Steve had been perched and he was gone.
My heart sank. God damn it, if he had a problem with this, he could have said so!
“You all look like you could use a beer, and a towel!” his voice behind me kissed my ears and I smiled.
Dave stood over me, hiked his leg across and took a Red Stripe from the tray Steve was holding and took a long swig. The other two fellows also took their drinks, and Steve handed me mine with a smile.
“You were really going at it, I figure this will hit the spot, Jessy,” he said with a grin. “I think a few of your other spots were hit pretty good.”
I put my beer down and raised my arms to him. “Kiss me.”
He squatted down beside me, took me in his arms and kissed me deeply. His tongue slid all over the inside of my mouth. Pulling away, he licked a few other droplets of come from my chin, and returned to my mouth, sharing the taste on his tongue with me.
He didn’t hesitate for a second doing that, and it blew my mind. He wasn’t afraid of other guy’s spunk on me. Instead he turned what other guys would be all ‘eew!’ over into a special, tender moment.
He pulled his head back and looked in my eyes. His own eyes were dancing. Dancing! He looked so damn happy!
“Oh wow, Jess, you are awesome!” he said.
“You’re damn right Steve! She’s one in a million!” said Frank. The other guys chimed in their agreement. You would think I was some kind of rock star from how they gushed. Well… we did rock each others’ world, didn’t we?
I stroked Steve’s cheek. I was spent. “This has been one hell of a first date Steve-O.”
The three guys looked at us with their jaws hanging open.
“Wha—what?” said Frank.
“Wait a minute. You guys are on a date?” said Petey. He drained his beer and shook his head.
With an evil smile, I said “Yep. He even wore a jacket to dinner!”
“And I brought you flowers. Don’t forget the flowers—that makes it a real date,” said Steve.
Dave slapped his head. “Now… Now I’ve seen everything man.”
The three of them stared at us in wonder as we just gazed into each others’ eyes.
Chapter 7: A Discovery…
I woke up the next morning alone. I was star fished in my king sized bed when I opened my eyes. I lay on my back, wide awake—no hangover and only a little bit of regret over how the night ended.
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After we had our moment gazing into each others’ eyes, we headed back to my room. We were both naked, Steve had our clothes draped over his shoulder, holding our shoes in one hand. In his other hand, was mine.
We walked up the pathway silently, our fingers interlaced. I like holding hands that way best, it makes you feel closer. He did it just right. His hand’s a lot bigger than mine, and sometimes guys hold hands this way and squeeze too tightly, and I feel like my fingers are going to dislocate or something. Not Steve-O; it was just right.
Him holding my hand was just what I needed too. I was still coming down from being gang banged by Frank and the boys. Steve holding my hand chased away any second thoughts I had about doing it. I had never so much as had a threesome, let alone what had just happened, so I was feeling a little skittish. To do three guys at once… that was a real head trip, right out of a porn movie.
But to have my date for the night, sitting right there watching the whole thing go down… well, that crossed over into some new kind of territory, believe me. I shook my head. When I get back home, Lori isn’t going to believe this. Hell, I could hardly believe this.
I let out a giggle.
Steve’s hand gave me a pulse squeeze. “What’s so funny?”
“This is cray- cray crazy,” now I had my hand in front of my mouth.
“What?”
I pulled up to a stop. Still holding his hand, my other hand waved in the air. “I mean… I’ve heard of putting out on the first date. Hell, I’ve put out on first dates!” I pointed back down the path from where we left the guys at the hot tub. “But this… that….” I turned back to him. “This is off the wall!”
He nodded and grinned. “Yeah, pretty far out, hunh?”
I stood on tippy toes and kissed the side of his cheek. “Yes. Talk about being wicked for a week.” He put his hand around my waist and drew me in, his chubby rubbing on my belly, and kissed me deeply.
Breaking off the kiss, he said, “Let’s get you home, Jessy.” We turned back up the path.
“Y’know, I haven’t been called ‘Jessy’ in a long, long time, Steve-O.”
He turned his head a bit. “It fits. Does it bother you?”
I let go of his hand and cuddled into his arm. “No. I like it, to tell you the truth.” We started off again.
“Good. Just so you know, it’s been quite some time since anyone called me ‘Steve-O’.”
When we arrived at my suite, I let out a bone creaking yawn. “I hope they have some Red Bull in that fridge!” I said, walking over to it.
Steve had draped his clothes over the back of a chair and was putting my dress on a hangar. “Actually, Jessy, let’s call it a night, okay?”
I stopped in my tracks and turned back to him. “What?”
He closed the closet door and came up to me, his hands palms up. “Just hear me out.” The confusion and hurt in my face must have been that obvious I guess. He put his hands on my shoulders and guided me to my bed. “This has been a wonderful night for me, Jessy. When I start to tell you the how and why that makes it so special…” he paused and licked his lips, glancing off for a second. Looking back at me as he sat me on the side of my bed, he said, “When I explain it to you, it’s going to be a looong story.”
He pulled my bed covers down and scooted me in. I was putty in his hands. I stretched down and he tucked the sheet and blanket up to my chin and sat on the edge of the bed. “I have to be up early in the morning. I have an important commitment I have to, have to fulfill.” He stroked my forehead. “So, I need to call it a night and get some sleep.” He bent down and kissed my forehead. “I think you could use a good night’s sleep too. Can I see you tomorrow when I get back?”
“It’s really that important? What is it?”
“I’ll explain it all tomorrow evening, okay?”
I tried pouting. Except I really was beat to a snot. “Well, I guess I don’t really have a choice in the matter, do I?”
“Sure you do. You can choose to accept me and be patient, or pout,” the crinkle in his eyes and that almost smirk was so damn cute. Damn him.
I put my arms around his neck and kissed him. “You’re damn lucky I’m pouting, buster. That means I don’t want you to leave.”
“Thanks, Jessy. I’ll find you tomorrow.”
And with that he was gone. He was right about me though. I fell asleep almost immediately.
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I decided I needed a break. I only arrived the day before yesterday, and I had more sex than I did in the last six months! With more people! That morning I was going to go on some sort of cultural tour or something. I didn’t want to go on a party boat, I didn’t want to go to the cliff diving bar and grill, I wanted to see something more of the culture, how the regular people live or something. Maybe there was a market in Negril I could go to?
After breakfast, I went to the lobby to see if they could help me out. I stopped dead in my tracks. Steve-O was there. He was on a landline phone on the desk and didn’t see me, so I peeled off and circled around. I’d come up behind him and surprise him.
I was behind one of those big potted palm trees they had in an alcove at the edge of the lobby, just ready to pounce when I overheard what he was saying on the phone.
“Now look, we had a deal, and I can’t go to my people empty handed again dammit! Do you have any idea, any idea at all what the Princess can be like? Trust me, you do not cross her!”
There was a pause as the person on the other head yammered something.
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nbsp; “I don’t care! I’ve been waiting for you for two hours already! Were you able to get everything?” He was pissed off. I stepped deeper into the alcove. Who the hell is this Princess?
“Oh maaan. How much got stolen?” Another pause. “All of it! Dammit, there was over a hundred kees, Martin! You lost a hundred kilos?”
Kees? Kilos? As in kilograms? What the hell?
“Okay, we’ll deal with that. We still have all the barbies, right?”
Oh shit. I don’t think he’s talking about something on the grill. I leaned in further to hear him better.
“Now look—you got ripped off of a hundred kees, you’re going to have to explain that to the Princess. I’m not taking the responsibility. I think she’ll be patient as long as the barbies all show up. You can buy some time.” Now he was holding one hand up like he was begging. “Please, please please tell me though, you got all the ice you were supposed to?” He listened for a second and let out a deep breath. “Thank God, Martin. Okay. If we show up with the barbies and all the ice, we’ll have to track down those missing kees one way or another.”
My head was reeling. Kees? Ice and barbies? I’d seen enough TV shows to know that there was some sort of major drug deal going down. Steve-O, mister understanding and nice guy was arranging some sort of transfer of cocaine, amphetamines and barbiturates.
I looked around the rest of the lobby. There were a couple of people behind the desk Steve was standing at. One, a man in a shirt and tie was leaning over the desk where Steve was on the phone, his face a picture of sympathy. Other guests were passing through the lobby, and barely glancing at Steve as he was on the phone. Was this place some kind of hub or something? I better get out of here. I eased back out of the alcove, watching Steve.
And backed right into a waiter carrying a tray of silverware, knocking it right out of his hands. And onto the floor. Not quietly at all.
Cuddly Swingers 5: The Happy Hedonist
Chapter 1: Oops! ‘Scuse Me!
The entire lobby turned to where the noise came from, including Mr. Breaking Bad Steve.
He brightened up as soon as he saw me. He had hung up the phone, and came right over.
I backed away when he reached for me.
“Hey, what’s going on?” he asked.
“Don’t you touch me!”
From the look on his face you would have thought I slapped him with a five pound flounder. “What’s the matter Jessy?”
I was as much scared as I was pissed off. Pissed off won. I wagged a finger at him. “Don’t you ‘whassamatter’ me! I heard your phone call!” I looked around the lobby. People were now staring at us. Sure. Listen to a drug deal go down, and ignore it. But oooh! Some silverware hits the floor and a spat starts and you’re all ears! Screw them.
I turned back to Steve. “I heard enough! Some kees of white powder go missing, and you’re all pissed off. Then you’re making damn sure your connection still has all the pills you need! Ice and barbies. Yeah, and you’re all scared of the wrath of your kingpin the Princess! I heard quite enough!” I spread out my arms. “What is this place? Some kind of cover operation for drug lords or what?”
His mouth hung open as I let the accusations fly. When I stopped to catch my breath, he closed it.
“You eavesdropped on my phone call.”
“Not intentionally. I was going to surprise you until I overheard you.”
“I see.” He folded his arms. “So you heard about the ice.”
“Yep.”
“And the missing keys.”
I nodded. “And the other pills too.”
“Oh? What other pills?”
“The barbies. As if you didn’t know. And who’s ‘the Princess’ by the way? I read about some big drug lord who’s a woman in Mexico, they called her ‘Queen’.”
He grinned at me, then held up a finger. “I really, really don’t know what to say.”
My eyes started stinging. “I thought you were a nice guy.”
“I am.”
“I’m sorry, Steve, I can’t be involved with a guy like you.”
“I don’t blame you. A guy like you just described is beneath contempt.”
A small truck pulled up in front and blared on the horn. Steve turned his head and grinned and waved at the driver, who got out of the truck and stood by it. Turning back to me, he said, “Y’know, I think that there’s something you need to see.”
Pointing at the truck with my chin, I said “So, that’s your delivery to the Princess, huh?”
“Yeah. Come with me.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you! Are you crazy? I’m not getting mixed up with this!”
“Okay, if that’s how you feel. But at least come out here and take a peek at my contraband. You might be surprised.”
“Why the hell should I?”
Now his face got stern. “Because, Jessy you don’t know the whole story by a long shot. I’m not going to say anything, I just want you to see some things, okay?”
“Oh, like I’m wrong or something, huh?”
“Like I said; I’m not going to defend myself. I think one look will do all the explaining I could possibly want to do.” He looked at his watch. “And I’m really, really running late. The Princess is expecting me for lunch.” He turned towards the entranceway. “So you want to take a peek or not?”
I had my phone with me— I planned to take some pics when I went on my local tour. As he led me out to the truck I snuck it out of my purse and held it at my side.
There was a clean cut Jamaican standing by the truck. He was grinning.
“The stuff wasn’t stolen, mon, somebody in the warehouse moved it to another section,” he held out his hand and Steve shook it.
“Oh man, that’s great Martin. They haven’t had any for over a week. This should get them through for a while.”
“Well, until your next trip.” He wagged a finger at Steve. “And next time, call me first and you won’t have the problems you had.”
Steve now looked sheepish. “Yeah, yeah, I was trying to save a few bucks, and wound up wasting a lot of time and being frustrated.” He gestured to me. “This is Jess. She wants to see the shipment.”
Martin looked me up and down, then glanced over to Steve. With a shrug, he said “No problem, mon.” He unlocked the back door of the truck and lifted it, sliding it up on the runners.
Steve stepped up to the back of the truck and turned to me. “These are the missing kees,” he said laying his hand on a stack of boxes. “This is the ice,” he continued, pointing at a bunch of boxes were leaking frosty vapor. “It’s dry ice, actually.” He took a step to the side and climbed into the back of the truck. There was a third stack of boxes covered with a blanket. He grabbed an edge and said, “The Princess is planning a surprise, so she asked me to make sure these couldn’t be seen by curious eyes until we get them hidden away. These are going to be birthday presents.” He pulled the edge of the blanket revealing a colorful stack of toys.
Each one had ‘Barbie’ printed on the side.
“So… these are your Barbies, here’s your ice, and that is a hundred kilograms of laundry detergent,” he said pointing from one pile to the next.
I slipped the camera back in my purse and started to blush. Lifting my head back up, I said, “Oh.”
He gave a small laugh and hopped out of the truck. With a yank on the strap that was dangling from the back door, he pulled it down and locked it again. He turned back to me. “We still on for dinner?”
I tried to look as non-chalant as possible. “Of course.”
“Good.” He tilted his head to the side. “What do you have planned for today?”
“Umm… I was going to see if I could go on some sort of a tour or something. See what Jamaica's like outside of the resort compounds.” I pointed back into the lobby. “I was going to ask at the desk.”
“See the real Jamaica, hunh?”
“Yeah.”
“Want to go for a ride?”
/> Chapter 2: Scary Good
Steve
She looks so damn pretty standing there in her tourist clothes. She was drop dead gorgeous last night at dinner, and when she and those three guys went at it at the hot tub I thought I died and went to heaven. It was all I could do to leave her back in her room last night, but it had been a pretty intense couple of days for her, and I felt she needed a break more than another session of bone jumping.
Okay, I’ll admit it—I wanted the first time between us to be something more special. Casual sex is great and all, but I want to make love to her.
We made some great progress getting to know one another last night, but in a way, it was kind of superficial too. We both kept it that way, yeah, but if anything’s going to happen between us that’s going to be more than a series of jumps in the hay, we’re going to have to get to know each other a lot better.
And what would be better than her seeing my pet project first hand?
I watched as she digested what had just gone on, and asked her again, “Would you care to spend the day with me, Jessy?”
