“Did you see the gazebo? We can watch weddings right below our balcony,” she said, placing her shirts in the bottom drawer.
“Honey, surely we can find better things to do here than watch other people’s weddings.”
“Like what,” she called to him in the bathroom.
A naked Jack came dancing out from the bathroom singing, “I feel like making love.”
“You’re so weird. Go sculpt something.”
“You mean use my hands—yes, manipulations—like this?”
“Don’t be so barbaric,” she said giggling, pushing his hands away.
“Don’t be such an ice queen,” he said.
“I’m not an ice queen, fuck you. We only have a half hour and I don’t want to take the time right now.”
“So much for fucking Jamaican time.”
*****
“I love it here,” Summer said, running over to Marc and throwing her arms around his neck.
“The resort is remarkable and I love being able to look out over to the island, and to the beach right below us,” Marc said as he swung her around. “I hope we get at least one really good thunderstorm so we can lie in bed listening to music and making love while the storm comes in,” he whispered in her ear.
“Dr. Beckum … I was wondering. We don’t have a lot time before the tour, so can I get a short treatment for my oral fixation?” she said, pushing him onto the four-poster bed. She pulled her clothes off while he freed his shorts and kicked them off to the floor.
He lay back and gave into Summer’s playful antics while admiring her toned body in the mirror on the closet door. That’s all it took to make him erect. “Kiss me first,” he said and she quickly obliged by crawling her lithe, fit body over him. He clutched her aggressively against his chest and kissed her full lips. “Hmmm, you taste so good.”
He tugged on her bottom lip with his teeth and she groaned just before he stole her breath with a deep, penetrating kiss. He swirled his tongue about hers, creating the stir that always seemed to connect and arouse them both. He’d never known another lover like Summer, so very available and receptive.
She pulled away to catch her breath and said, “My turn.” She swiveled down Marc’s body and eagerly lowered her mouth to his erection, taking in his smell and taste. “Yummm,” she groaned as she came up for air. She palmed his testicles, and gripped the base of his shaft to protect her throat from gagging on his long phallus. She sucked hard on his head, knowing the best way to make him come quickly.
She didn’t mind being late for the tour, but she eagerly anticipated seeing Jack again.
She lightly massaged his balls, and pumped her fist rapidly up and down over his length as she circled her tongue around the head.
Marc clutched her hair just as his orgasm started to fire, releasing several squirts down her throat. “Summmmer,” he called out as he came. As he lay there recovering, he muttered, “Damn, girl.”
“You can pay me back later,” she said with a laugh and then scooted off the bed.
“No doubt I plan to. I love you so much,” he moaned.
“I bet you do,” she teased.
*****
An upsurge of excited voices in the open-air lobby aided Jack and Jenna in locating the tour group huddled adjacent to the steps that led down to the beach.
“Hi, how are you?” Jack said to a couple on the couch. “First time?”
“Third, but it’s been awhile since we were last here.”
“Got it,” Jack said. “First time for us. We plan to come back every year for the next ten years. Right, honey?”
“Yeah, maybe,” she said and took a seat next to a couple speaking Spanish.
Jack dealt with his impatience by pacing back and forth while awaiting the tour to get underway.
“Sorry guys, we’re running a little behind schedule,” Summer said as they approached the group.
“Not really. Apparently on time isn’t that important here. We were supposed to start like ten minutes ago,” Jenna said, standing to give them a hug.
“I’m getting hungry,” Jack said. “Can I at least get some coffee?”
“Go grab a cup and catch up with us,” Marc said.
“Yeah, I think I will,” Jack said. “Honey, I’ll be right back.”
“Okay. We’ll probably still be here.”
“So did you get settled in?” Marc asked, sitting down in the seat next to Jenna.
“Yeah, we unpacked and Jack changed his clothes and then…” Jenna said, quickly looking away when the intensity of Marc’s stare rattled her. “Did you guys unpack?” she asked, looking around at all the people waiting for the tour.
“No,” he said.
Jenna glanced back at him and he winked and said, “We used our time in a different way.”
“Oh,” she said, quickly facing away again.
A few minutes later, a strapping young man with a broad smile, bellowed, “Okay then. Good morning to you all.” He glanced down at his clipboard and scribbled something. “My name is Jonathon, and I will be your tour guide this afternoon,” he said as he handed out maps of the grounds. “Now that you know my name, you may seek me out at any time during your stay should you have any questions. Each of you has been supplied with a map, but sometimes it’s easier to find your way around if you’re familiar with the resort.”
“About how long does the tour take?” Summer asked.
“Probably will take about one hour and a half,” he said. “No problem?”
“Wow that might be,” Summer said. “Just kidding. No problem.”
“Okay then. First thing we must go over are a few terms that you will be hearing a lot of while you’re here: the first is ‘Ya mon.’ Okay now let me here you say it.”
“Ya mon,” said a few people in the group.
“Ya mon,” he said. “That was terrible.”
The group laughed, quickly sharing glances.
“Next term: ‘irie.’ Do you know what this means? It means like ‘alright’ or ‘that’s good.’ It can also serve as a greeting to someone as in ‘Irie, mon.’ So let me hear you say ‘irie.’ This time say it together. Ready?”
“Irie,” the group droned in chorus, with the exception of a laggard who followed in a lonely voice. “Irie,” he said and laughed at himself.
“Irie, mon. You caught up with the rest of us by now,” he called out to the man in the back of the group. “Last term: ‘No problem.’ This is the most important term you can learn. It has magic embedded in it. The old men say it adds ten to fifteen years to your life. No problem? No problem. Ya mon.”
The group laughed and began to move forward to follow the tour guide.
“Okay then. Right this way,” Jonathon called out, bidding his sheep to follow.
“You know what?” Summer said quietly as the guests began to shuffle forward. “I think I would rather explore with the map than do the tour.”
“Let’s follow them out onto the patio and then we’ll stop at some point and they can go on,” Jenna whispered to Summer.
“What are you two planning now?” Marc asked.
“A defection from the tour.” Summer laughed and playfully pushed against Jenna.
“That sounds good to me. I hate tours. We can keep asking questions as we go,” Marc said.
“Yeah, I can hear it now: ‘Ya mon, you should’ve done the tour, irie?’” Summer mocked the tour leader’s voice and they all chuckled.
They ambled with the throng as far as the all-night grill and then parted ways. Strolling up the stairs to the open bar, Summer discovered Jack sitting nonchalantly sipping a Red Stripe as he enjoyed the buzz of multilingual conversations around him. Marc and Jenna stopped to watch a local hat maker weave a sunhat from palm fronds.
“You bad boy,” Summer baited. “Drinking a beer for lunch, too? Where’s your coffee, huh?” She climbed onto a barstool next to Jack. “Do you really think you should be drinking a beer for lunch?” Summer raised her hand toward
the bartender. “Can I get a rumrunner, please?” She turned to Jack for a high five and then looked back at the bartender. “You are so cute,” she said to the voluptuous woman on the other side of the counter. “How do you pronounce your name?”
“Ko-ki, as in house key and la as in tea doe. Kokila,” she said, smiling, as she darted back and forth like a hummingbird from blossom to blossom.
“Wow, that’s so pretty. Sounds Hawaiian. Is it?”
“Yes. Good guess,” she said, smiling in Summer’s direction. “My father’s in a reggae band. He was in Hawaii playing at one of the hotels, where he met my mother. They fell in love and they came back to this island to live. A lot of couples come here to marry, you know? There’s a lot of wooing in these islands.” Kokila left to take an order at the other end of the bar.
“That’s so cool and romantic. Don’t you think so, Jack?” Summer asked.
“Sure. I guess so. I’m thinking I’d like to sculpt her.” He put his hand to his chin. “She’s so curvy and firm.”
“Right,” Summer said, taking a sip of her rumrunner. “Is that what you and Jenna call it—sculpting?” She winked at Jack.
“Oh god, don’t even go there. Talk like that can get me into all kinds of trouble,” Jack said, placing his finger to her lips.
A steel drum quartet began to pound out the rhythms of the island near the Calabash Grill to the left of where they sat.
“Ah, I love this music,” Summer called out. “It makes me want to get up and dance right here, right now,” she said laughing, tugging on Jack’s arm.
“Oh, hell no. Not me, I don’t dance.” Jack squirmed to free himself from Summer’s strong grip.
“Come on, Jack,” Summer pressed. “Move your hips like this.”
Jack laughed boisterously as he pulled away and sat back onto his bar stool. He visually consumed her gyrations as the synchronized steel drummers performed their own glorious dance.
Marc and Jenna sauntered up to the corner of the shack bar and took their places straddling two bar stools next to Jack. Jenna rested her chin on one hand and waved over the barkeep.
“What can I pour for you?”
“Could I get a piña colada?” Jenna asked.
“Coming right up and you, sir?” she asked.
“I’ll have a scotch and soda,” Marc said.
“Wow, check out Summer. Now that girl can dance,” Jenna said.
Summer rejoined the group at the bar after the song ended. When Jack and Jenna weren’t looking, Marc stole Summer’s attention with a glance. His eyes then shot in the direction of Kokila and back to Summer, greeting her with a mischievous smile. Summer winked and lifted her drink slowly to her lips while watching Kokila prepare Jenna’s piña colada. “Delicious,” Summer announced, smiling even broader at Marc.
“Thank you,” Kokila said. “But be careful. We make them strong here.”
“I’m feeling this drink already,” Summer said. “Jack,” she asked secretively, “what do you think of her—that long black hair … that bronzy skin tone and that nice round butt?”
“I’ve been sitting here imagining what it would be like to sculpt her in marble. She is exotic. So Gauguinesque,” Jack said. “She could’ve modeled for his paintings of the island women.”
“Totally.”
“Wow, this looks fantastic, but this must be for Jack,” Marc said as Kokila set a plate of Jerk chicken and corn in front of him.
“I ordered two plates,” Jack said.
“Help yourselves to some,” Marc said to Jenna. “I’m not going to be able to eat all of this. I’ll be hitting the gym every day for a month.”
“I’ll still love you,” Summer said, leaning over Jack and patting Marc’s flat stomach. “Listen, after you finish we should take a walk down to the dock and find out when the dinghy to the island is going over again.”
“I think I’ll stay here on the beach and get some sun,” Jenna said casually.
“Public nudity isn’t Jenna’s cup of tea,” Jack said.
“I understand,” said Summer. “It took me two years to go to Haulover Beach the first time. Got naked with five hundred people and I still felt like they were all looking at me. After the first time, shoot, you don’t even think twice about it.”
“I’m willing to try it,” Jack said. “This’ll be my first time in front of a bunch of strangers … right out in the open.”
“I think you’re going to be very surprised,” Marc said, wiping his mouth with a napkin. “People have this idea that it has something to do with sex. The only thing I can say about that is—after you see some of these people, you may never want to have sex again.”
“Marc, cut it out. That’s not true at all. I think it’s great that you get to see all different shapes and sizes,” Summer said, winking at Marc.
“I don’t know. I think it would feel strange,” Jenna said and took a bite of chicken. “Whoa. Spicy, and kind of messy.”
“Well, we won’t know until we’ve tried it,” Jack said. “You want some of this, Summer?” he asked, holding out a piece of roasted corn, dripping butter.
“Maybe you could try going topless on the beach,” Kokila suggested, wiping down the bar in front of Jenna. “Wow, you have the most extraordinary eyes. They look like golden flowers with green around them,” she said, moving in closer.
“Oh … um … thank you,” Jenna said, turning away toward the beach. “Topless would freak me out. The beach is worse because people could see me from all over the resort.”
Kokila leaned forward onto the bar. “Well, why don’t you come to the island on Wednesday? I’ll be tending bar for Cornelius. Tell you what, you come over on Wednesday and your first two drinks are on me,” she said, smiling.
“Very funny. I’ll think about it, but a lot would have to happen between now and then.”
“We’ll definitely be there,” Jack said, smiling broadly at Kokila.
Jenna rolled her eyes and took another sip of her drink.
“Marc, are you ready to head out to the island?” Summer asked.
“Sure. The chicken was excellent,” he said, pushing away his plate. “I need to go back to the room to get our sunscreen. Do you want to wait here?”
“Sure. I’ll finish my drink. See you in a bit.”
“Do you mind if I go with them?” Jack asked Jenna.
“Do what you want. I’m going back to the room to change into my bathing suit. I’ll be on the beach,” Jenna said, holding out her hand for the room key.
“Where’s your key?”
“I forgot mine.”
Jack laughed. “No problem, mon,” he said.
“Hope to see you Wednesday,” Kokila called as Jenna walked away.
*****
Marc rejoined Jack and Summer. The trio meandered toward the dock through the maze of sunbathers glistening in the hot Jamaican sun and the shadowed hammocks brimming with napping sun worshipers recovering from the previous night’s frivolities. Marc’s sandals picked up the hot sand, laying it adroitly between his toes, which caused his rather rocky gait. He had to pause to shake out the sand and cool his burning feet.
They hiked down the long dock to the dinghy that lay tied up for the next group heading to the island, willing to shed their clothes and fears of nakedness.
“Would you be wanting to go to the island?” asked a tall sinewy Jamaican wearing a white tank top, long red and white basketball shorts, and sandals.
“Yes, thank you,” Marc said.
“You, where’s your lady?” the boatman said to Jack, lifting his sunglasses as if to get a better look at him.
“She’s going to the beach. She’s still a bit shy,” Jack said.
“Sorry, mon, no lady, no go.” The tone of his voice made it clear there would be no compromise.
“What?” Jack said.
“No lady, no go,” he said, while blotting the beads of sweat from his forehead with a white hand towel and then rearranging it atop his head to pro
vide cover from the sun.
“He means—” Summer began to say.
“Yeah I get it. Man, I was really looking forward to checking out the island,” Jack said, turning around to walk back to the beach.
“Hang on a sec,” Summer said. “Do you mind if he goes with me,” she whispered to Marc.
“Can he go with her?” Marc asked.
“If it’s okay with you, mon, it’s okay with me. No problem.”
“Jack,” Summer called after him. “How would you feel about going over with me?”
“Are you sure?” Jack asked, looking from Marc to Summer.
“Have a good time. I’ll go down to the beach and keep Jenna company,” Marc said and then kissed Summer goodbye.
“I’ll see you later,” she said with a big smile. Then she winked and shouted, “Have fun and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
CHAPTER FIVE
“What are you doing here? I thought you were going over to the island with Summer and Jack,” Jenna said, gazing up at Marc who stood with his towel draped around his neck.
“Apparently only couples are allowed to go over. I guess they think it’ll eliminate any chance of problems,” he said, shrugging his shoulders.
“Oh. So why Jack?” she asked, using her hand to shield her eyes from the sun as she glanced over toward Tower Island.
“He seemed really excited about checking it out and we have plenty of time here. I also thought it would be a good opportunity to spend some time with you, if that’s okay?”
“Oh. Sure, okay,” she said.
Marc spread out his towel on the lounge next to Jenna’s and said, “Can I get you anything from the bar?”
“I’ve seen a couple guys taking orders.”
“Takes too long. I can run up to the bar and be back before they get to us.”
“In that case, sure. A bottle of cold water would be great. Thanks.”
“Water coming up.” He tramped to the far side of the beach and up the stairs to the Calabash Grill.
Jenna turned onto her stomach awaiting Marc’s return. She noticed several older women, sunbathing topless, conversing loudly, laughing and carrying on as if it was the most natural thing in the world. She envied their carefree manner. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Marc stepping back onto the beach. From behind her shades, she secretly observed him as he traversed back over to her.
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