Just Go With It
Cancún. To the average traveler, it seemed a tropical paradise on Earth. To Josh Sanders, it was only a reminder of what could have been and what almost was. As the plane screeched to the ground, ending the nearly three hour flight, Josh kept his eyes turned towards the window, watching the airport speed past him as they slowed. He dared not look at the empty middle seat of his row.
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain. We have now arrived at Cancún International Airport, local time four o’clock in the afternoon. Temperature is a humid eighty-five degrees. Please remain seated as the flight crew prepares the cabin for arrival.”
Josh relaxed for the next several minutes as the plane taxied up to the gate, turning his cellphone back on and texting his parents to let them know he had landed. Luckily, his cell phone provider didn’t charge roaming fees in foreign tourist areas, as long as he reported his travel plans to them. The wheels soon stopped and the flight attendants opened the doors to the exit ramps. The passengers then began to gather bags from the overhead bins. Of course, Josh was near the back of coach, and the plane was almost empty as he made his way up to the exit with his backpack. The flight attendants were, admittedly, quite attractive, and their cheerful demeanor seemed more genuine than with other flights he had been on in the past, but the bubbly blonde thanking him for his patronage was the furthest thing from his mind at this point.
Throughout his journey through the airport terminal, Josh seemed in a daze the entire time. Nothing excited or irritated him, not even the long line in the customs department. Happy couples abounded all around him, each excited for their vacation in paradise. As he waited at baggage claim for his suitcase, a delayed text message from during his flight came through.
I miss you, babe. Come on, just speak to me. We can figure this out.
Shaking his head, Josh ignored it and pocketed his phone, grabbing his suitcase from the luggage belt. He then made for the airport exit and arrived at the pick-up lanes. With a wave of his hand, the nearest taxi pulled up, the driver placing his bags in the trunk and opening the door for Josh.
“Where to, Señor?”
“Huh? Oh, um… Hotel Azteca,” Josh muttered in reply. Moments later, as the cab moved out to the main road, he began to doze in and out of consciousness.
“Ok, we’re here!” the cab driver said.
“Oh! Ok then!” Josh replied, being startled awake.
Rubbing his eyes for a moment, he paid the driver before exiting the cab to collect his bags. After slinging his backpack over his shoulder and grabbing his suitcase, he turned to the entrance of the hotel, only to be horrified with what he now saw.
“Wait… this isn’t the right place…”
The building in front of him bore a sign reading “Motel Azteca.” The motel itself looked like the worst sort, where rooms were booked by the hour, rather than the night, and reservations were unheard of. As Josh spun around to catch the cab driver, he cursed in frustration to find that the man had already taken off.
“Wait! Come back, dammit!!!”
It was no use. All of a sudden, Josh was alone in Mexico with no clue which direction he needed to go in. As this realization set it, he felt the all-too-familiar anxiety and fear flaring up once more. Josh reached into his suitcase for the little bottle of pills he always kept nearby, opening the cap and popping one into his mouth. He was so desperate that he didn’t even need water to get it down. Taking a few moments to catch his breath, he began to feel the medicine’s effects help a bit, allowing him to focus on what he needed to do next.
Josh walked the street up and down for a few minutes, looking for any sign of a cab that could get him back to where he needed to be, but with no success. By the look of several signs, he had ended up in a poorer area of Puerto Morelos, rather than the Cancún resort area. After about fifteen minutes, he had traveled far enough up the road to reach an area of town that appeared relatively safe for tourists. Josh soon felt the hunger from his journey begin catch up to him. He spied a nearby bar covered by a straw hut, and figured that would be his best bet. Taking a seat at the bar, he ordered a plate of nachos, one of his favorite comfort foods. As he waited for his food, Josh was oblivious to the individual moving to sit next to him.
“Well, hello there, sailor. Can I buy you a drink?”
“Derek? Derek Brooks?! Dude, it’s great to see ya!” Josh exclaimed, greeting his best friend with their traditional fist bump.
“Likewise, my friend,” Derek replied in his Tennessee accent.
“What the hell are you doin’ here?”
“My band’s here for a music festival this week. They’re goin’ on all summer.”
“Nice,” Josh replied with a grin. “Bring some good country music down here to Mexico.”
“Yep. Hey, bartender! Two bottles of Corona please!”
“Aww… you remember my drink of choice. How sweet,” Josh mocked him.
Punching his shoulder, Derek replied, “Dude, you’re so lucky I know you as well as I do. Gotta be honest, I’m glad you decided to come.”
“Yeah, I debated back and forth about it, but decided on my dad’s advice: waste not,” Josh said, raising his bottle.
“Hear, hear!” Derek agreed, clinking the glass of their bottles together.
Not bad… not bad at all.
Rebecca Juarez sat at a table in the corner of the beach bar, indulging in one of her favorite activities: people watching. Of course, she was often the one being watched; she was, after all, quite a beautiful woman. Still, almost all the guys that approached her were direct from the same cookie-cutter: tall, good-looking, and total assholes that cared nothing about the brain beneath her pretty face. Glancing around the bar, most of the men there in the early evening appeared to be cut from the same cloth. All except for one.
A man about her age, maybe twenty-eight, sat at the main bar, sipping on a Corona and chatting with another man next to him. He was clearly a tourist, with his bags indicating he had just gotten off the plane, and he had appeared nervous and stressed from the moment he walked in. The poor guy was out of his element, at least until he began talking with the man next to him. As soon as he saw the second man, his face lit up, showing a glimmer his true personality at last. It was clear they knew each other, and Rebecca had surmised from the guitar pick necklace around his neck that the second man was part of the band that would be playing later on.
Though the first guy was not the typical manly-man with rugged good looks, Rebecca found herself attracted to him nonetheless. He looked somewhat overweight for his height, maybe 225 pounds and just over six feet tall, she guessed. His black hair was short and curly, and his face was outlined a thin goatee and mustache. With his pale white skin and tall socks and tennis shoes, he was the very personification of the typical American vacationer, wearing a navy polo, khaki shorts, and a Georgia Tech baseball cap. Yet, all his quirks and awkwardness melted away in her eyes when she saw him smile and laugh with his friend for the first time. That smile brought out a feeling she hadn’t experienced in such a long time: arousal. Still, she wasn’t sure if she should proceed or not.
Jeez, he really looks like a nice guy… awkward, but honest. That shell of his is gonna be tough to break, but I bet it’d be worth it… for both him and me. But how to do it without hurting him? I know it’s been a year, and I’m more mature now, but is that enough? If I break his heart, I’ve learned nothing at all. God, what to do?
As she mulled things over in her mind, Becky saw the two men say their goodbyes for the time being. She sauntered across the room towards the taller man, watching him begin to set up his band’s equipment.
“So, what kind of music are we getting tonight?” she asked the musician.
“Country, ma’am. Real Nashville country,” he replied with a grin. “Name’s Derek, lead singer and guitarist of the Derek Brooks Band.”
“Pleasure, I’m Becky,” she smiled back. “Listen, I wanted to ask you about your friend over there. Is he… available?”
With a slight laugh, Derek replied, “Yeah, he’s single. Why? You interested?”
Nodding, she replied, “He seems sweet, and I can only assume intelligent, what with the Georgia Tech hat.”
“You’re not wrong there. Damn smart guy, that one. He’s shy, though, and it’ll take some coaxing to get him to open up. Still… I think getting to know a smart girl with genuine interest in him would do him some good. You fit that bill, ma’am?”
“I think I can manage. Thanks, Derek.”
“No problem. Oh, Becky, one thing.”
“What’s that?” she asked.
Sighing, Derek said, “He’s my best friend in the world, and he’s been through more shit than he deserves. If you hurt him-”
“I won’t,” she said with sincerity. “You have my word.”
Sitting alone at the bar, Josh sipped his Corona and munched on his nachos. He figured that he wouldn’t spend much longer here, just enough to finish his food before calling a cab to take him to the correct hotel. It seemed a bit of a waste, as it was only early evening by that time, but the unexpected detour had drained him of energy. Besides, the last thing he needed was another anxiety attack. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a gorgeous woman chatting with Derek across the bar, no doubt smitten with the good-looking musician.
Continuing to devour his meal, Josh got careless with one of the nachos, and a large glob of cheese dripped from the chip and onto his polo. Swearing and cursing under his breath, he grabbed a napkin and dabbed at the spot, but knew damn well that he wouldn’t be able to get it out until he got home in two weeks, in all likelihood. As his frustration began to boil into anger at himself, his thoughts were interrupted by a sweet giggle from a few seats down.
“Careful, they go everywhere.”
Looking up, Josh was stunned to see the gorgeous woman from earlier seated just around the corner of the bar. As she flashed a huge grin and ran her fingers through her dark brown hair, Josh could barely find the brain function to speak. She appeared to be of Hispanic descent, yet her voice carried not even a hint of accent. He surmised that she must not be a local. As he drank her in, she sauntered around the bar, giving him an incredible view of her navy sundress, complemented by a silver and gold necklace.
“I… um, hope you d-didn’t hear… any of that,” Josh stammered.
“The cussing? Please, I’ve heard much worse.” Gesturing to the seat next to him, she asked, “May I?”
“Uh, sure. I-I mean, if you, ya know, want to?” Josh could feel another anxiety attack building up, though different from the one from earlier. This one wasn’t born out of fear or anger, but excitement and confusion.
“Thanks,” she replied, taking a seat. “Now then, if I’m not mistaken, it looks like you just arrived, am I right?”
“Yeah, pretty obvious,” he said with a laugh, seeing his bags on the floor next to him.
“Well, this is far from my first visit to this part of the world, so allow me to welcome you to Cancún, stranger.”
Giggling, she asked, “So, are you gonna tell me your name, or do you just want me to call you ‘stranger’ all night?”
All night? What’s that supposed to mean?
“I’m, uh, Josh. Josh Sanders.”
“A pleasure, Josh. Rebecca Juarez, although you may call me Becky,” she replied, extending her hand.
Afraid that merely shaking her hand would trigger the anxiety attack he had been fighting off the last several minutes, Josh took another sip of his drink, trying to pass it off as coincidence. Despite his natural ineptitude around beautiful women, he was determined to avoid screwing this conversation up for as long as he was able.
“Good to know you, Becky.”
As he was avoiding eye contact with her, Becky could tell that Josh was still rather uncomfortable, though he was trying. None of it frustrated her, though; she found his mannerisms sweet and genuine, rather than bumbling or oafish. Taking notice of his baseball cap once more, she decided to try and relax him by asking about something familiar to him.
“So, is that Georgia Tech?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah. I survived it, and it only took five years,” he laughed.
“Yep. Trust me, at Tech that’s a good time. ‘Course, anyone who graduates is a success there, no matter how long it takes.”
“Wow, that hard?” Becky asked.
Raising his Corona, Josh said, “They don’t call it Architorture for nothing!”
“Architorture?! Was that your major?”
“At first, ‘til I realized I wouldn’t survive it with my sanity intact. Switched to computer science and engineering after freshman year.”
“And what does one such as you do with that degree?” she inquired.
Shaking his head, Josh replied, “Eh, techie stuff, pretty boring.”
“Oh, come on! Tell me,” she prodded, running her finger on his forearm as she did so.
Acquiescing, Josh said, “Well, my strength was always hacking code, the DNA of a computer system or program. I work for the Georgia Tech Research Institute in the cyber security department. Companies hire us to inspect their computer programs and do everything we can think of to break them and find the flaws, then design counters to stop ourselves.”
“Wow, so you’re like those guys people hire to break into their homes so they can design better home security systems.”
Damn, she understood all that! Nice…
“Yeah, that’s pretty much it,” Josh replied.
He could feel his anxiety beginning to subside with the revelation of this woman’s intelligence; she was far more than just a rockin’ body.
“So, can you show me anything that you do? I mean I know we don’t have a computer here at the bar, obviously, but can you describe it?”
Thinking for a moment, Josh got a fantastic idea for a demonstration that he had used in the past.
“What kind of phone do you have?”
“An iPhone 6,” Becky said, pulling it out of her purse.
“May I see it, please?” Seeing her eye him, he continued, “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna do anything to hurt it, I promise. And if I tried to run off with it, I guarantee you’d catch my fat ass before I got out the door!”
With a sweet laugh, she relinquished her phone to him.
“Alright then, I see you have it passcode protected,” Josh observed.
“Of course, and thumbprint locked.”
“So, that’s pretty good security, right?”
Smirking, Josh said, “Watch this.” Holding down the center button, he managed to pull up the Siri voice commands without unlocking the phone. “Siri, who does this iPhone belong to?”
“This iPhone belongs to Becky Juarez.”
Becky’s eyes widened as Siri began to display her name, phone number, email address, and even her street address. “Holy shit… I had no idea that was possible!”
“Not many people do. But there’s an easy way to stop it, even while leaving the Siri capability on. Here, try it with mine,” Josh said, handing Becky his iPhone 6s.
“Siri, who does this iPhone belong to?”
“This iPhone belongs to George P. Burdell.”
“Who’s George P. Burdell?” she asked with a laugh.
“Only the most famous nonexistent student in Georgia Tech history. A bunch of students conjured him up as a prank back in 1927, and his popularity has stuck ever since. According to legend, he’s earned every degree Tech offers, once served in the military, and was nearly TIME Magazine’s ‘Person of the Year’ in 2001. His name is a giant inside joke among Tech grads.”
“Nice. So how did you make your iPhone think that it’s owned by him?”
“Easy. I just created a dummy contact in the phone, then went into the settings to make that contact the one the phone recognizes as the owner.”
“Huh, so if I do this…” Becky fiddled with her phone for a few minutes before trying the Siri trick once more, this time being told the phone belonged to Eva Longoria.
“Nice! You catch on fast.”
“I try,” Becky replied, blushing a little.
“So I take by your lack of accent that you aren’t a local?”
“Yep. Born and raised in Corpus Christi, Texas,” Becky said. “Though my father and grandfather were from this area. They helped build up my great-grandfather’s tiny shrimping business into the top fishing company on the peninsula. Though my grandfather and uncle stayed behind to keep running the business here, my father moved to America to open up the Texas branch, to great success. It wasn’t long before he met my mother, Madison. They fell in love hard and fast, and the rest is history!”
“Impressive, I do love a good American Dream story. Do you work in the family business too?”
“No, I decided to go my own direction,” Becky replied. “I’ve always been fascinated by jewelry and precious stones, so I got my degree in gemology from the University of Kansas, mainly from the awesome scholarship they offered me, and now work in the diamond business in Kansas City.”
“That’s cool. Isn’t that stressful work, though, being on commission and pressured to sell?”
“Not at the place I work. We aren’t on commission at Shane Company, and I only sell about half the time. The other half I apprentice with the owner, working to repair and evaluate our merchandise. I’m hoping to be able to own my own store one day.”
“Ah, that’s… cool.”
Becky detected a hint of something in Josh’s voice, but she couldn’t be sure what it was. Regret perhaps? She had no idea what would cause that, but decided not to force that issue at that time. By now, Derek’s band had cranked up the music and the bar was filling up with more patrons.
“Your friend’s really good,” she said to Josh.
“Yeah, he’s always had a real talent for that.”
“I can see. Wanna dance?”
Josh nearly choked on the last of his drink at her question. Though their conversation was coming more easily to him now, the thought of dancing with this goddess, touching her, holding her, feeling her warm body rubbing against his, it was almost enough to cause him to panic right then and there. His mind raced as he tried to think of a good excuse to slip away, but nothing smooth came to mind.
“I, uh… I, I, I… don’t really dance.”
Running her hand through her soft, silky hair, she stared straight into him with her warm, brown eyes and smiled. “Really now, Josh. You’re on vacation in a tropical paradise, and a beautiful woman is asking you to dance with her. You’re a smart man. What’s the problem?”
The problem’s that this shit never happens to me! This has to be a setup or something…
Even with his thoughts, he didn’t want to hurt Becky’s feelings. Instead he replied, “Look, I’m just… a really awful dancer. I’d probably embarrass you, at best. Worst case, I’d crush your feet.”
Giggling, she replied, “I’d say it’s worth the risk. But, I do understand that some people need a little liquid courage before hitting the dance floor. Manuel? Two shots of Cuervo please!”
The bartender brought two shot glasses forward. Becky gave a naughty look before downing hers, slamming the glass back onto the bar.
“Your turn,” she said with a grin.
Josh hesitated for several seconds, debating in his head as he frequently did.
Don’t do it dude, you know you can’t hold hard liquor!
But she’s hot, and she wants to dance! With ME!
And what if you puke all over her?
Well… I’ve had food, and the Corona went down smooth. I think I’ll be alright.
Your funeral dude…
Fuck it. Just go with it.
Sighing, Josh took the shot in hand and put his lips to the cup. He at first made the mistake of trying to go slow, tasting the foul sensation of straight tequila. Throwing his head back, he sent the rest down his throat without any of it hitting his tongue, his eyes bulging as he slammed the shot glass back down on the bar.
“Whew…” he said, coughing a bit. “That’s strong.”
“When in Mexico,” Becky shot back. “Now, come on hot stuff.”
Before Josh could even think of protesting, Becky had her hands on his arm, pulling him from his stool and out towards the area in front of the Derek Brooks Band. Josh tried to slip away once, but Becky used the attempt as leverage to take his hands in hers, turning him right back around to face her once more. For all his hesitations, she was not letting him out of this one. After the first song, Josh began to feel a bit more comfortable, distracting himself by concentrating on not stepping on or running into Becky. It was clear to him how much fun she was having; every sway of her hips was accompanied by a fun, flirty grin, not to mention the occasional hair flip. Through it all, her eyes never left his.
Soon, the moment Josh had been dreading appeared. Derek’s band slowed their groove to a soft ballad, perfect for slow dancing. As Becky moved in closer, Josh began to sweat and pant, feeling another anxiety attack coming on. Yet, when she began running her hands up his arms, Josh found that he was somehow able to suppress his fear in that moment. Smiling at him, Becky leaned in close and whispered into his ear.
“You’re not gettin’ away that easy.”
As Josh’s mouth started to go dry, he felt Becky moving his arms around her, his hands now at her back. Though he was a tall 6’3”, her high heels put her 5’10” frame on equal footing with him. Soon, Becky had wrapped her arms around his neck, her face mere inches from his. Josh began to feel a spark of courage within him, one that might well have been the Cuervo, and he began to run his fingers on the exposed portion of her back. To his amazement, she didn’t recoil or balk in any way, smiling right back at him and running her fingers through the back of his hair. He could feel her breathing intensify, and saw her soft lips hanging open a little bit.
Does she… want me to kiss her?
Only if you want to get slapped, dude.
If she was gonna slap me, she’d have done it already.
You’ve managed to avoid embarrassing yourself so far. Don’t chance it.
Fuck it. Just go with it.
Drawing on his liquid courage, Josh decided he might as well give it a shot; he was on vacation, after all. He kept his gaze on hers, looking into her brown eyes as she stared straight back into his. After a moment, she blushed slightly at his attentions, but still refused to look away. Taking a deep breath, Josh began to inch his face closer to hers, preparing to taste her supple lips for the first time.
“Mamasita! Where have you been all my life?” a voice called out.
A tall, muscular Hispanic man had grabbed one of Becky’s hands and twirled her around, removing her from Josh’s arms. Josh was in a daze, his mind still gearing up for the now-interrupted kiss.
“E-excuse me?” she asked, trying to back away from the man.
“I’ve been coming to this bar for years, but never have I seen such an incredible beauty. Carlos Herrera,” he said, pulling her close once more. “What say the two of us find somewhere private? These tourist areas can get so crowded with annoying Americans.”
Backing up once more and ripping her hand away from his grip, she replied, “I’m American, you jackass!”
Laughing, he shot back, “Maybe for now. But once you experience Carlos, you’ll never wanna go back!”
“Ow! What the fuck? Let me go!”
“Now, now, don’t be a tease. I’m gonna make this a night you’ll never forget. You’ll thank me when it’s over, even if you don’t now.”
As Carlos latched onto her wrist, Josh suddenly felt his anger begin to boil inside of him once more. Normally, a strong, athletic guy like this would scare him off, but Josh saw the look of hunger in his eyes, and the look of fear in Becky’s. He knew he’d lose if it came to blows, but he also knew what would happen to Becky if it didn’t. Josh hated fighting; he was not a confrontational person by any stretch of the imagination. Still, he knew there was no other way. Collecting his courage, he stepped between the pair to face Carlos.
“Back off, dude.”
With a slight laugh, Carlos replied, “Very funny.” He tried moving Josh aside with a nudge, but Josh was having none of it, and moved right back to where he was.
“I said. Back. Off.”
Staring him down, Carlos shot back, “And just what do you think you’re gonna do about it, you fatass gringo?”
“Just move on, dude. There’re plenty of hot girls here, and this one’s not interested in you. Stop wasting your time.”
Nonchalantly, Carlos said, “Ok. Be it never said that you didn’t ask for it.”
Faster than he could react, Josh was struck in the stomach by Carlos’ fist. The blow wasn’t excruciating, but did knock the wind out of him, dropping him down to one knee. Carlos then drew back to strike at Josh’s face, though his punch was partially deflected by a desperate swipe from Josh. All the while, Becky begged Carlos to stop, slapping his shoulder as hard as she was able, but to no avail. For all his scrappy flailing, Josh was outmatched by the stronger and more tenacious Carlos.
“Josh! Hang on, man!”
With the commotion on the floor, Derek’s band had stopped playing for the moment, and Derek himself jumped down to help his friend. After first pushing Carlos from the side, getting him out of Josh’s face, Derek helped his friend to his feet. Not a moment later, Carlos had recovered and charged the pair, targeting Derek with a haymaker. Though not as muscular as the Hispanic man, Derek was in decent physical shape, and managed to dodge his first few attempts. But Carlos soon switched to a grapple and wrapped Derek in a bear hug in an attempt to body slam him. As Derek punched at Carlos’ head to try and break free, Josh jumped on Carlos’ back from behind, holding on for dear life as he tried to break the man’s grip on his friend.
This technique proved more successful than any would have guessed, as Josh’s heftier body threw Carlos off balance, forcing him to release Derek and turn his attention back to Josh. With Derek struggling to get to his feet, Josh was now one-on-one, defending against Carlos’ enraged onslaught. He tried everything to protect his midsection and face, but was soon overwhelmed by Carlos’ punches. The last thing he remembered before blacking out was Carlos grabbing the back of his neck and slamming his forehead into the edge of a table.
Uh… huh? Where… am I?
Josh awoke in a comfortable, Queen-sized bed, the room dim but with sunlight peaking in through the window blinds. It looked like an actual bedroom, rather than a hotel, but he couldn’t be sure. Sitting up, he began to get his bearings and felt a throbbing pain in his head, jogging his memories of the night before. Everything had gone so crazy, with the cab ride, meeting Derek in the bar, and amazing woman he had ever met dragging him onto the dance floor. That is, until some asshole had tried to drag her away, resulting in a bar fight between Josh, Derek, and this mysterious loser.
Well… at least I survived… not like I’ll ever see her again.
Throwing off the white bed sheets, Josh stood beside the bed, finding he had been stripped down to his boxers. Still unsure of what was going on, he looked around the room and found a note on his suitcase, now open and empty.
Josh, sorry but your clothes got drenched by a few flying drinks in the chaos last night, so I’m washing them for you. There’s a robe in the closet; feel free to use it.
Inspecting the nearby closet, Josh found a large, black robe, very soft and comfortable to the touch. Slipping it on, Josh still wondered just where he was. Maybe this was where Derek’s band was staying? No, that couldn’t be it. He had mentioned they were all crammed into a single hotel room together. Running out of potential answers, he sighed and made his way out into the hallway. There, his nose caught the pleasant aroma of bacon being cooked, drawing him towards the kitchen. As he arrived into the open living area, an incredible sight rendered him speechless. A stunning woman stood cooking bacon at the stove, dancing to Arianna Grande and wearing nothing but a black spaghetti strap tank top and a pair of pink panties.
She turned, flashing the huge grin on her face.
“Morning, sleepy! How you feelin’?”
“Um… ok, I think. Just… confused,” Josh replied.
“Not surprising,” she said with a cute giggle. “I’m glad you’re ok.”
After she had finished plating the last of the bacon, Becky then grabbed a bowl of biscuits from the oven, bringing the food to the table.
“Have a seat! Breakfast is served!”
“Ok.” Josh sat and cut his biscuit in half, beginning to butter it. “Um, what happened last night?”
“Well, you remember the fight with Carlos, I assume.” Josh nodded in reply. “After he knocked you out, Derek and Manuel, the bartender, managed to restrain him and kick him out. Manuel’s had problems with this guy in the past, gave his picture to his security staff afterward. Anyhow, you were out cold, but your pulse was normal and your eyes dilated just fine, so you didn’t have a concussion. I don’t think Carlos hit you hard enough to do any real damage, but you should still see a doc when you get back to America, just to be sure.”
“So, you didn’t take me to the ER?”
Becky shook her head no. “I may not be a native, but I know enough to know that, even in a tourist area, you do not want to go to a Mexican emergency room unless you have no other choice. Too risky. So, once we had determined you just needed to rest, I volunteered to bring you back to my place. Derek’s band didn’t have any room in their hotel, and neither of us knew where you had reservations. He’s a great friend, by the way. Didn’t trust me at first; I mean, after all, his buddy was knocked unconscious in a foreign country, and a woman he didn’t know was volunteering to take him home. Derek helped me get you into a cab and rode with us to my place, just to make sure I wasn’t lying. We got you inside and into bed, and the rest is history.”
Josh was dumbfounded by her kindness. “Why would you do that for me? I’m a fat, American loser who got trashed in a bar fight. That’s not the sort of guy women want to go home with.”
Becky blushed, saying, “Josh, you stood up to a stronger person than yourself just to get him off me. It doesn’t matter to me who won the fight; I only care that you were selfless enough to get beaten up so Carlos wouldn’t be able to do the same to me.” Her eyes turned quite serious as she continued, “Besides, you know just as well as I do what Carlos would have done to me if you hadn’t stepped in.”
“I’m… trying not to think about it.”
“I know, me either. Still, both you and Carlos showed your true colors last night, and based on all that, I’d choose you each and every time,” she said with a gorgeous smile.
Josh couldn’t believe what he was hearing; this beauty was into him, and only him. Nothing that asshole last night could have done would have made Becky choose him over Josh.
“So, umm… I saw your note about my clothes.”
“Oh yeah! Really sorry, but in their struggle to restrain Carlos, Derek and Manuel accidentally spilled some drinks, first onto you, then one of your suitcases. Your clothes are drying now, though.”
“It’s cool. Nothing you did to them,” Josh replied. “But… I did notice I woke up in just my boxers, though. Did you…”
“I didn’t peek. Promise!” Becky said, holding her hand up like she was in court. “Not that I wasn’t tempted, of course,” she admitted, flashing a mischievous grin.
She was tempted?! Is she serious?!
Becky sauntered off for a moment to check the laundry, while Josh shook off his confusion and began taking the dishes into the kitchen, loading up the dishwasher. He figured he could at least clean up, since she was kind enough to cook breakfast. She returned a moment later and plopped down on the leather sofa in the large living room just off the kitchen.
“About twenty minutes left on your clothes. Come sit with me! How’s your head?” she asked.
“Still kinda hurts, but not awful, I guess.”
“Thought that might be the case. Here, I brought some Tylenol,” she said, handing Josh the bottle as he sat on the other end of the sofa from her. “Rest up, and we’ll go out to the beach once your clothes are done.”
“We?” he asked.
Giggling, Becky replied, “Of course, silly. What does anyone come to Cancún for? Gorgeous beaches filled with half-naked people.” She slid across the sofa to sit closer to him. “And this girl want you to get half-naked and take her to the beach.”
Becky ran her fingers up his arms and leaned in closer, intending to give Josh the prime opportunity to kiss her. But for some reason, he got a look of fear and recoiled from her touch.
Holy shit… this is too real, too fast…
Dude, you’re still hung up on her?!
It’s too soon… this is too much…
You need this, dude. More than you realize.
I can’t. Not yet…
Fuck it. Just go with-
“Josh? You ok?” Becky asked.
“Huh? Oh, yeah. I’m fine,” Josh said, his inner debate interrupted.
Becky was not convinced. “Listen, I know we only just met, and I don’t want to pry too much, but the look on your face was not someone who was ok. It was a look of… terror. What’s wrong?”
“It… it’s nothing. Nothing to bore you with. Just something I have to deal with.”
Seeing him begin to shut her out, she decided to try a different tactic. “Can I tell you something really personal?”
Unsure of where she was going, Josh simply nodded in reply.
“With my fun, outgoing, and flirty personality, most people peg me as a player and a heartbreaker. The problem is it’s kind of true. I’m always the one to break up with someone else, and now that I’m a bit older, I feel awful about how many good guys I’ve hurt over the years.”
“Well yeah, but you recognize it now. That’s the important thing, right?”
“I wish that were enough. Problem is, I’ve never forgiven myself for what I did to my last boyfriend, Luke. He was a great guy, genuine and honest, just like you. He was totally in love with me, and I was with him. Problem was, I could never bring myself to admit it. I was too afraid of becoming vulnerable and having my heart broken. When he proposed to me… I said no.”
“Why?” Josh inquired.
“Because I was so focused on self-preservation. I played defense with my heart so much that I missed a chance for real love and happiness. I had always thought that if I guarded against heartbreak, I’d never be unhappy. Turns out, I just proved myself wrong…”
“What… what happened to him?”
Sitting back with her head held low, Becky replied, “I don’t know all the details, but his life began to spin out of control. Lost his job, tried to pawn his car title to make ends meet, and ended up with crushing debt. Then, I saw a post on Facebook… it was his mom posting on his profile. He ended up taking his own life.” Choking back a tear, she continued, “That was over a year ago. Since then, I’ve blamed myself for his death. My refusal to open up, be vulnerable and admit my true feelings for him; it all contributed to his passing. That’s why… I almost didn’t approach you last night. I’ve tried to change how I live and love, but I was still petrified that I might end up hurting you, too. Sorry for throwing all that on you, but I’ve had the weight of my ‘shields’ on my mind for such a long time.”
Sighing, Josh decided there was no going back. “Trust me, having your shields down is no picnic either.”
“How so?” Becky asked, feeling him open up a bit more.
“This vacation… was supposed to be my honeymoon.”
Becky blinked twice, taking in what she had heard. “Come again?”
“Her name was Jenny Hanson. We were an item for two years before she agreed to marry me. I tell ya, I couldn’t have been more in love. I mean, head over heels for her. Problem is I was so in love with her, or maybe the idea of her, that I was blind to the fact that she was a horrible person. Derek saw it the whole time; he always told me she only loved me for the lifestyle I could provide her.”
“So what happened?”
“About a month ago, she had her bachelorette party. Derek’s band happened to be playing at a bar across the street from the male strip club she and her girlfriends had gone to. Normally no big deal, except that between sets, he took a break out on the street and caught her fucking one of the strippers in the back of her car. Later found out that wasn’t the first time she had cheated on me.”
Josh nodded in agreement. “Everything I knew was shattered after that. I’ve always had issues with anxiety, but it’s gotten way worse since then. Honestly, I can’t believe I’m not hyperventilating right now. Oh shit, my pill!” Realizing he hadn’t taken a pill this morning, he looked down the hallway towards his room, but was stopped by Becky’s gentle touch.
“That’s good that you forgot about it, Josh. Don’t psych yourself into needing a pill.”
Feeling a bit more at ease, Josh decided to try and at least finish the conversation with Becky before leaving.
“So I found out it was too late to get a refund on the plane tickets and decided to take the vacation myself. Someone might as well enjoy it…”
Oh God… his life is unraveling. Just like Luke… no. I may have failed Luke, but I won’t fail Josh. I can do this, and he needs me to.
Watching his face turn sad, Becky rubbed his strong hand. “Josh, I’m so sorry. Nobody should have to go through what you’re going through.” Sitting up and looking into his eyes, she continued, “You’ve been told enough lies already, so I’m going to do something I never thought I could do: wear my emotions on my sleeve. You deserve nothing less than complete honesty, so here’s the honest truth. I like you. I like you a lot, and I could see this potentially going somewhere. So from here on, I promise to be open with you and to not let my emotional shields get in the way of us, if you promise to be the same genuine, honest guy I know you are.”
Stunned to silence, Josh could barely breathe out his reply. “S-seriously? Us?”
“Seriously,” she said with a grin. Leaning in close again, she decided to be more direct this time. “This is the part where you kiss me, Josh.”
Josh’s mouth dried out once more, his breathing intensifying at her admission and suggestion. Still, even if he had wanted to escape, he wouldn’t have been able to, not with this Hispanic beauty practically crawling on top of him. Becky never once broke eye contact, smiling as he worked to gather his courage; she wasn’t going anywhere. Remembering how close they had been to kissing the night before, Josh found the strength to move his face forward, wetting his lips with his tongue. At last, he met her full, supple lips with his own, kissing her if he was afraid he would break her if he kissed harder. After a few moments, Becky threw herself into the kiss a bit more, running her hands up Josh’s cheeks and beginning to play with his tousled hair. Though his eyes were closed, Josh could feel her grin as she continued to kiss him; he couldn’t believe any of this was happening to him. After five minutes of making out, the pair separated, their faces glowing from the experience.
“Wow,” was all Josh could say.
“You said a mouthful,” Becky replied with a giggle.
Pecking him on the lips once more, she hopped up and went to the laundry room, responding to the final buzz of the dryer. She returned a moment later and tossed Josh’s navy blue swim trunks onto his face, eliciting a laugh from him.
“Get dressed. Time to hit the beach,” she instructed.
Josh waited until she had disappeared down the hallway before standing, adjusting his boxers around his stiff erection. A part of him still wondered if this was all a dream, but even if it was, he wanted to make sure he stayed asleep for as long as possible. As he returned to his room, he stopped at the dryer and grabbed a floral button down shirt, changing into that and his swim trunks in his room. Pulling out his bottle of pills, he debated about whether to take one. A part of him wanted to believe Becky, that he was psyching himself into needing them. Still, he didn’t want to take any chances, and decided to take just one, but only to take another if he needed it. He then began applying sunscreen to his body, knowing that his fair skin would fry otherwise. As he finished up, a soft knock came at his door.
“You about ready, Josh?”
“Almost. Come on in,” he replied.
Becky entered as he was putting lotion on his face, rubbing it in as best he could to avoid a Casper-like appearance.
“Smart guy,” she remarked. “I may not look it, but I burn really badly too. I’ll do the same once we get down to the beach. Though… I’ll need your help to get my back,” she said with a wink. “I’ll do yours if you’ll do mine.”
“Um, o-ok,” Josh replied, his softening boner beginning to awaken once more.
As he reached over to his nightstand to grab his phone and put it in Becky’s beach bag, the phone suddenly buzzed with a new text message. Josh grimaced at seeing the message.
Josh, please talk to me. We’re in love. We can’t let a little bump in the road tear that apart. I love you, and I need you. Please call me.
“Everything ok?” Becky asked, seeing his face.
Sighing, he figured he might as well tell her. “It’s Jenny. She’s been texting me ever since we broke up, trying to mend the fence. I figure she’s afraid of the lifestyle security she lost in cheating on me.”
Becky’s eyes suddenly brightened as she got a brilliant idea. “Are you, in fact, one-hundred percent over her?” she asked.
“You bet your ass.”
“Alright then, do you trust me?”
Eying her, Josh replied, “I guess.”
Becky untied the string closing her cream cover-up, slipping the airy garment from her shoulders and revealing her slim, athletic form, complemented by a sky-blue string bikini.
As Josh handed his phone to Becky, she pulled herself in close to him, laying her head on his shoulder while still displaying her gorgeous body for the camera. Snapping a selfie of the two of them, she sent the photo as a reply to Jenny’s text.
Sorry, I’ve traded up!
“And… send!” Becky said with glee.
Josh was dumbfounded. “Holy shit… that was evil! And awesome!”
“Call it… marking my territory. Ready to go?”
“Sure,” Josh choked out, still stunned by her gorgeous form.
The pair threw their phones and sunglasses into her beach bag and grabbed their hats, a Georgia Tech baseball cap for Josh and a straw fedora for Becky, before heading out the back door. As they walked along the long wooden walkway leading from her condo to the waterfront, Josh’s mind continued to race.
“Becky, you’ve gotta know that all this is still really crazy for me,” he said. “I’m just trying to keep up as much as I can here, but I’ve gotta know for sure… why me? What about me would attract a gorgeous woman like you?”
Taking his hand, she replied, “That. You don’t have the ego problems so many other men have, and you were interested in my brains, not just my looks. It’s a breath of fresh air.”
“Well, yeah, but you didn’t know that when you approached me.”
“No, but I had a hunch. When I saw you and Derek chatting at the bar, I saw your face when he made you laugh. It was… so pure, honest, and full of life. It gave me a tiny glimpse of the real guy that was underneath the layers of awkwardness. Most women wouldn’t have the patience to work through those layers, but after everything that happened in the last year, I promised myself that when I next fell in love, it would be with a man I knew would be worthy of me being vulnerable for.” Suddenly realizing what she had said, Becky corrected, “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to use the L-word so soon! Please don’t get scared off, I just feel like you deserve for me to be honest and upfront with you.”
Smiling, Josh found the confidence to put his arm around her shoulder and pull her in close, planting a kiss on her cheek. “Don’t worry about it. A lot of things scare me. The L-word isn’t one of ‘em.”
Breathing a sigh of relief, Becky replied, “I’m glad. Oh!”
Feeling Josh’s phone vibrate from within her bag, Becky dug it out and handed it over to him. Josh soon started laughing at the message. “It’s Jenny.”
“And what does the cheating bitch have to say?” Becky asked, taking the phone from him.
Josh, just who the fuck is that?!
“You mind if I reply as you, or you want the honor?” Becky asked.
Pondering for a minute, Josh then replied, “Give it.”
That’s just Becky, my traveling companion here in Cancún.
You’re in MEXICO?!
Hey, it coulda been you, except for that whole male stripper incident.
You. Are. Dead.
Sorry, gotta go. The beach calls!
“Nice!” Becky marveled.
“That felt… really good.”
“Sounds like that was just what you needed,” Becky agreed, taking Josh’s hand as they strolled onto the white sand.
Soon reaching a prime spot on the beach, the pair claimed a couple of empty chairs with their bag and towels. Becky took a seat and began applying sunscreen to her arms and legs before working to her stomach, shoulders, and face. Soon, she was covered, save for her back. Turning over on her stomach, she glanced Josh’s way, seeing him take in the sights and sounds of the sandy white beach.
“Josh,” she beckoned in a sultry voice. “I’m ready.”
As he turned to face her, she reached behind her and pulled the knot of her bikini top, exposing her bare back to him.
“Holy shit,” Josh muttered.
Giggling, Becky replied, “You just gonna stare all day? Or you gonna do something about it?”
Slowly approaching her, Josh took the bottle of sunscreen and squirted a glob onto her back, eliciting a giggle from her at the cold sensation. He began running his hands across her skin, making sure to take his time and savor every line of her form. He started high, massaging the nape of her neck and the tops of her shoulders, which brought about a contented purr from Becky. Beginning to work his way lower, he traced her shoulder blades and back muscles before lingering at the small of her back. Josh noticed that she seemed sensitive there, which he filed away for later. At last, he felt that she was properly covered and removed his hands.
“Not so fast,” Becky whispered. “You gotta get underneath my bikini bottoms. Can’t take a chance that they’ll slip and burn me, now can we?”
“I… guess not.”
Starting again at the small of her back, he tickled her there for a moment, eliciting a squeal of delight from Becky. Spreading the remaining sunscreen further south towards her magnificent ass, Josh gathered enough courage to slip his hands under her bikini bottoms, coating the last of her skin with enough protection to keep her safe in the elements.
“Mmm… that’s nice,” she whispered.
“T-thanks,” Josh choked in reply, removing his hands.
“Oh, uh, ok?”
Josh laid face down on his beach chair just as Becky had, feeling the same cold sensation of sunscreen being squirted onto his back. As she worked him, he could have dozed off to the touch of her soft hands. In particular, he loved feeling them on his shoulders, like she wanted to grab onto him and never let go. For the first time in an eternity, Josh was calm and at peace, not a hint of anxiety within his mind. He was soon brought out of his daze when Becky ventured lower, slipping her hands under his swim trunks. Unlike Josh, she lingered there a while longer, squeezing his ass cheeks a few times.
“I think you may be good to go,” she whispered to him.
You have no idea, Josh thought, shifting his hips to conceal his hardon.
“Oh, you’re phone’s ringing again! Yay!” Becky cheered.
“What now?” Josh wondered with a laugh. Checking out the number, he noticed it was his home security company. “Hello?”
“Hello, this is Sarah with Ackerman Security. Is this Josh Sanders?”
“Yes it is.”
“Mr. Sanders, we have just received a signal of your home security alarm being set off, and we have in our records that you reported yourself as traveling right now. Is this the case?”
“Yes, ma’am. I’m currently in Mexico. Nobody should be at my house.”
“Understood, sir. I’m dispatching police to your home right away. Please stay near your phone, as either they or we will call to update you soon.”
“Thanks. Goodbye.” Hanging up, Josh plopped back into his beach chair. “Huh, that was weird.”
“What’s up?” Becky asked.
“Someone broke into my house.”
“Holy crap! What now?”
“They said the police are on the way and they’d call in a few minutes to update me.” Almost the second he had finished talking, and his phone rang again, showing his local area code on the caller ID. “Hello?”
“Mr. Josh Sanders?” came an authoritative voice.
“This is Officer Brad Hammond of the Forsyth County Police Department. I was passing by a house and heard the security alarm going off, and the young lady inside the house said you were the homeowner and that you could vouch for her presence there. One moment… I’ve also just received a dispatch alert from your security provider that you’re currently traveling. I can confirm from their records that the number I dialed is your primary phone number, is that correct?”
“That’s correct, officer. I’m currently in Mexico. Who is it that’s in my house?”
“The young lady identified herself as Jenny Hanson, a friend of yours, and says she has your permission to be at your home. Nothing appeared to be broken or stolen, though I did catch her next to your car with a key in hand. Do you know this woman?”
Sighing, Josh replied, “I do know her, officer. She’s my ex-fiancé, and has no business being at my home at all. We are not friends.”
“Understood, Mr. Sanders. I’ll bring her in to the station and begin drawing up my report for breaking and entering charges, assuming you do want to press charges. When will you be back in the country, sir?”
“In two weeks, and that would be great.”
“Very good. Just contact our department in regards to a break-in at your address once you’re home, and we will move forward. Anything else I can do for you, sir?”
“No, I think that will be all. Thank you for taking care of this incident for me, Officer Hammond. I’ll be in touch.”
“My pleasure. Enjoy your trip, Mr. Sanders.”
Hanging up, Josh turned to Becky with a huge grin. “The bitch was stupid enough to break into my home and try to key my car.”
“Holy shit! Did they catch her?”
“Yep, and no damage done. She’s taking a little ride to her local police precinct. I can handle the rest when I get home.”
“Serves her right,” Becky agreed with a giggle. “Now that all the excitement is done, you ready to head into the water?”
“Uh, I think I’d rather just, you know, hang here on the beach,” Josh stammered, reaching for his shirt self-consciously.
Becky sat on her chair across from Josh’s, looking him square in the eye. “Don’t do that. Remember, I don’t want you to be anything or anyone other than yourself. Last night, it was the nerdy techie that charmed me into wanting to take you home with me, not some dude with a stunning beach bod. Just be you, own it, and everything else will fall into place.”
Blinking a couple of times, he asked, “Own it?”
“Own it. Most people in this world don’t respect beauty; they respect confidence. If you are you, confident and content in that, nobody else’s dumbass opinion matters worth a flying fuck. Just go with it.”
Just go with it? Has she been reading my mind?!
Thinking for a moment, Josh pushed himself up to his feet, taking Becky’s hand to pull her alongside. “Let’s go, pretty lady,” he said with a grin.
“There’s that confident nerd,” she marveled.
As the pair waded out into the water, the Caribbean was quite calm that morning, as it was halfway between high and low tides. This allowed them to go out a bit deeper, up to Josh’s nipples and Becky’s armpits. They played like a couple of little kids for quite some time, splashing each other in retaliation for one thing or another. Becky soon got a fantastic shot in, squirting water from her cupped hands right into Josh’s face as she laughed all the while. Her jubilation was short lived, as Josh charged for her and scooped her up into his arms, dunking her as she kicked and squirmed. Still, he decided to go down with her, thinking it was only fair. Both were panting and heaving when they resurfaced, yet still carried huge grins on their faces.
“You’re fun,” Becky said, still resting in Josh’s arms.
Lunging her face forward, she planted a kiss on his lips before he could even reply to her remark. Their second kiss was much more passionate than the first, with Becky beginning to probe Josh’s lips with her tongue. After she began caressing his face with her fingers, he finally parted his lips, allowing her to taste him for the first time. Their tongues were tentative at first, but soon explored every inch of the other with lustful abandon. After a few minutes, they parted as Josh felt the need to set her down and catch his breath.
“You’re, uh… fun… too,” he breathed.
“Why thank you. Looks like you enjoyed yourself.”
Through the crystal clear water of the Caribbean, it was plain to see that Josh’s throbbing erection was protruding out from within his swim trunks.
“Don’t be embarrassed! It’s pretty flattering, actually,” Becky said, biting her lower lip. “Besides, I’d be lying if I said that you don’t get my nipples hard.”
“Uh huh,” Becky affirmed with a nod of her head. “Wanna feel?”
“R-really? Out here in public?”
“We’re the only ones in this area of the water, and my tits are below the surface. Nobody will be able to tell. Just lower yourself a bit so it’s not quite so obvious.”
Doing as she instructed, Josh squatted a bit to push his shoulders below the surface of the water. Reaching forward, he took one of her bikini-covered breasts in his hand, massaging and squeezing it. Though they were still clothed, her tits were still nothing short of magnificent, being around a C-cup by Josh’s guess. He remembered wondering last night whether they were real or not, but it was obvious now that Becky’s assets were one-hundred percent homegrown.
“Mmm… oh, Josh… that feels wonderful,” Becky purred. “Wrap your other arm around my waist so I don’t float off.”
Following her suggestion, Josh remembered her sensitive spot from earlier, and began tickling the small of her back with his fingers. This brought about a wonderful response, as she thrust her hips and pelvis into him, beginning to grind against his engorged member. As he continued to fondle her, Becky moved her hand underneath his and slid the cloth triangle covering her breast aside, allowing Josh unhindered access for the first time. Josh resumed his massaging, feeling her small, puffy nipple between his fingers. It was indeed very hard, just as Becky had indicated, and it only grew harder as he tweaked it between his fingers.
“Oh god! You’re great at this!” Becky gasped.
Blushing, Josh prevented himself from mentioning that Jenny had also had sensitive breasts, which had given him lots of practice. Instead, Josh planted a kiss on her lips, stifling Becky’s moan with his mouth. She continued to squirm, soon allowing her hands to drift southward. Before Josh could comprehend what she was doing, Becky had slipped his navy blue swim trunks down to his knees, exposing his cock to her beneath the water.
“W-what are you doing?” he asked in surprise.
“Returning the favor,” she replied before locking lips with him once more.
To any observer on the beach, the pair simply appeared to be a young couple in love, kissing and embracing in the Caribbean Sea. Little did they know what all was occurring beneath the water’s surface. Becky was now jerking Josh’s cock with a loose fist, determining it to be of substantial length and girth. Josh was in complete bliss, yet he didn’t let up on Becky’s nipple one bit, continually driving her crazy with his nimble fingers. After a few minutes, Josh could feel the edge approaching.
“Becky… if you… keep doing that… I’m… gonna-”
“Cum?” she whispered in a husky voice. “That’s the idea, stud.”
Taking a deep breath, Josh worked with all the willpower he had to try and stave off his explosion for a little longer; he was determined to do to Becky what she was hell-bent on doing to him. He redoubled his efforts on her breast while simultaneously wrapping her in a tight hug, kissing her neck all the while. This new sensation caused Becky’s eyes to bulge in pleasure; she couldn’t believe what was about to happen.
“Holy… shit! You’re gonna make me cum… and you haven’t even… touched… my pussy yet!”
Taking his face in her hand, Becky moved Josh to stare him in the eyes as their climaxes approached.
“Make me cum, Josh. Make me… cum… for you. Let’s cum… together,” she panted, driving him wild with lust.
Feeling his balls tighten up, Josh’s orgasm began to edge past the point of no return. He embraced it as much as he could, while giving the small of Becky’s back one final tickle, sending her well over the edge as well. Knowing they were in public, the pair managed to stifle their moans to a few grunts and sighs, much to their surprise.
“Oh wow… that was intense,” Becky marveled. “I’m normally a screamer, so I’m a bit surprised I was able to keep that under control. But don’t worry,” she said with a naughty look in her eyes. “You’ll get the full show later.”
“Sounds… awesome…” was all Josh could say.
The pair fixed their clothes while still out deep before heading back in to shore. With the beach becoming more crowded, they retreated to their beach chairs, lying back and letting the sun dry them as they held hands the entire time, never once breaking physical contact. They had laid there in silence for over twenty minutes before a familiar voice greeted them.
“Josh, you are one lucky son-of-a-bitch.”
Looking behind him, Josh saw that Derek had tracked them down. “Hey, dude! Good to see ya!”
After exchanging their customary fist bump, Derek turned to Becky. “So, how’s our patient doing?”
“Very well, I must say,” she replied, running her fingers through Josh’s hair. “He knows to be a good boy and listen to his nurse.”
Throwing a knowing glance at a blushing Josh, Derek said, “Uh huh, I’ll bet.”
“You guys playin’ today?” Josh asked.
“Not ‘til tonight. They’re gonna have a bonfire right here in this area of the beach, so we’ll perform for that. You guys gonna show up?”
“Wouldn’t miss it!” Becky said with excitement.
The group turned at hearing the harsh insult and saw Carlos strolling across the beach towards them.
“Shit… what now?” Becky mumbled.
Taking a deep breath, Josh replied, “Relax. I got this.”
“The fuck are you still doing here, gringo?” Carlos threatened as he approached. “You didn’t get enough last night?”
“Carlos, just what do you think you’re gonna prove, huh?”
“You think I got somethin’ to prove?! You’re a stupid American tourist! You and your kind are a dime a dozen, and I’m sick of you coming here and thinking you can just take all the hottest women for yourselves! So, I’m gonna teach you a lesson you won’t soon forget!”
“Ok, you know what? Let’s settle this once and for all, like men. Right over there, on the volleyball court,” Josh shot back.
Laughing, Carlos replied, “You wanna play me in beach volleyball? You really are stupid, gringo.”
“One match, best two out of three, me and Derek against you and one of your boys. We win, you leave us alone. You win, and you’ve successfully taught the stupid Americans a lesson in humility, and in front of all these hot beach-going women no less. Deal?”
Carlos pondered the offer for a moment. To suggest a volleyball match, these boys had to have some skill. Still, he had hustled more than his fair share of American idiots in his days. As long as he had one of his best guys with him, they didn’t stand a chance.
“Fine. Standard rules of beach volleyball, best two out of three, first two sets are to 21 points, but you gotta win by two. If it goes to a third set, that set will go to 15.”
“Done. Go get your partner.”
As Carlos walked off, Josh turned back to Becky. “See? Problem solved, no violence.”
“Josh, you do know volleyball is one of the most competitive sports in this area, right? Literally everyone plays it; it’s like football in Texas. He’s gonna wipe the floor with you.”
“He might, but then again, he doesn’t know I played volleyball in college,” Derek chimed in with a grin.
“Exactly,” Josh smirked. “I’m not the best, but Derek has taught me a thing or two over the years. I think we’ll do just fine.”
The trio made their way over to the nearby beach volleyball court, where Carlos and his buddy were waiting for them. After confirming the rules once more, the two teams separated, with Josh and Derek getting the ball first to serve.
“Ok, Josh, you ready?”
“Let’s do this.”
“Good. I’m betting they’ll try to target you. When they do, just get the ball in the air, I’ll take care of the rest. Alright, here we go.”
Josh and Derek tried to downplay their combined skill as the set began. As expected, Josh was the primary target of serves and returns, but his large hands proved to be of great help to him, as he only really fumbled once when the ball came his way. By and large, he was able to get the ball up high, allowing Derek to jump in for the kill. After ten minutes, the pair had built up a surprising 10-7 lead over the Mexicans. They were none too happy about this and started playing for keeps, no longer targeting Josh but actually aiming for points and kills. Josh and Derek fought back as best they could, but they lost the first set 21-16.
“Round two, gringos!” Carlos taunted, serving the first ball of the second set.
Throughout the second set, Derek adjusted his strategy, laying his body out to keep the ball airborne after an attempted kill. This allowed Josh several opportunities for easy sets, followed by a flurry of precision spikes from Derek. Carlos could now see that these guys were far better than he had given them credit for. Soon, his anger began to build, leading to several uncharacteristic mistakes late in the set, allowing the Americans to win 21-18.
As the final set began, a crowd of onlookers had assembled, with quite a few cheering on the Americans, the clear underdogs. Becky remained peppy and upbeat all the while, giving Josh her full support; she really didn’t care about who won the match, but loved seeing Josh stand up for himself with confidence. After a five-minute water break, Derek took the ball in hand and served it off.
The Mexican team tried their damnedest to put the Americans away posthaste, but their mutual frustration was building due to Josh and Derek’s tenacity. This resulted in them once again failing to be on the same page strategically. At one point, both thought that they had the backcourt, leading to an easy tip over the net for a point by Josh. But they were soon given new life when Josh’s next serve went awry, landing in the net. The Mexicans battled back, but Derek’s scrappiness managed to net him and Josh just enough points to keep pace. As the match began winding down, the score stood 14-13 in favor of the Americans, and it was Josh’s turn to serve once more.
“You got this, Josh. Let’s put these bastards away.”
Taking a deep breath, Josh closed his eyes momentarily, remembering his awful serve from before. But where he previously would have dwelled on how bad it was he now focused on how to do almost the same thing but with better results. After reminding himself that it was just physics and math, he stared Carlos down and tossed the ball into the air. The Mexican team had backed up almost to the edge of the court, expecting Josh to lob the ball to them just to make sure it was in play, but this turned out to be their fatal mistake. As Josh struck the volleyball, it flew forward in a slight arc, looking like it might once again land in the net. However, the ball just caught a piece it, stopping its momentum and allowing it to roll over the net. Carlos panicked and dove for the ball, but it was no use. The ball landed in the sand with a thud, giving the match point to Josh and Derek.
“YEAH!” Josh crowed.
“Nice shot, dude!” Derek agreed, wrapping Josh into a manly bro-hug.
Carlos was enraged, lying face down in the sand kicking and screaming. He looked up to see that Josh and Derek had begun to be surrounded by a gaggle of excited spectators, most of them beautiful women. At the center of it all, Becky leapt into Josh’s arms, kissing him in celebration. As he was about to get up and get in their faces, several of the local women who knew him started to laugh at and taunt Carlos, mocking him for losing to a pair of American tourists. One girl even made an insinuation about Carlos’ endowment, or lack thereof, as she knew the case to be, and he turned beat red with embarrassment. As the women continued laughing, Carlos turned and stormed off down the beach, knowing he had been beaten in the most embarrassing way imaginable. The group of women soon turned their attentions to Derek, the clear MVP of the match, peppering him with questions.
“How high can you jump?”
“Where are you from?”
“Please tell me you’re single!”
“Woah, ladies, one at a time!” Derek laughed, trying to fend them off a bit.
Slinging his arm around Becky, Josh flashed a grin. “We’re gonna head off, Derek. Have fun with your adoring public!”
“Wait, Josh! You’re the one who won the match. You deserve this attention too!” Derek protested.
“For one lucky serve? Dude, you were the one who kept us alive out there. You’re the hero; enjoy it!”
Becky grabbed Josh’s arm and whispered to him, “Besides, the hottest girl on the beach has this irresistible urge to drag you back to her place… and take your shorts off.”
As his cock sprang to attention, Josh shouted over his shoulder, “See ya dude! We’re out!”
After latching the deadbolt of her condo, Becky then latched herself onto Josh, kissing him with such ferocity and passion that he nearly fell backwards onto his ass. She then leapt up onto him, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, continuing their making out all the while. Josh found it rather easy to keep her in a comfortable position, as Becky was pretty light, despite her tall frame.
“Take me… to the sofa…” she gasped in-between kisses.
Without a word, Josh wrapped his arms around her back and made his way through the entryway to the large sofa in the living room. After a final deep kiss, he deposited a giggling Becky onto the leather surface, standing in silence for a moment as he again admired her athletic form. Her long, toned legs were silky smooth, leading upward to her perky ass. Her waist, though slim, was still in excellent proportion to said ass, and was all natural, rather than the photo-shopped dimensions of models in magazines. Josh’s eyes moved upwards, tracing the lines of her taut belly and the gorgeous curves of her bikini-covered breasts. Her dark brown shoulder-length hair was fanned out all around her, creating a erotic visual in combination with her pure, soulful face.
Though she adored Josh’s silent admirations, Becky could wait no longer, sitting up and pulling him down onto the sofa by his swim trunks. They made out like a pair of teenagers for a few moments, but Josh was soon overpowered, being pushed onto his back to lie flat on the sofa. With a naughty look in her eyes, Becky slipped her fingers into the waistband of Josh’s trunks and pulled them down, slipping them over his ankles and tossing them onto her beach bag in the corner.
Josh was now exposed to her, and Becky was nothing short of aroused. Though Josh was a bit overweight, his body was still quite strong, as she could tell every time she touched him. His hands were especially so, yet they felt so gentle and controlled whenever she felt them upon her. Inspecting his manhood, Becky was pleased to see that her judgment from earlier in the day had been correct; Josh was packing. He was already erect, and appeared to be about eight inches long, just based on her visual observations. Kneeling up straight, Becky grinned as she untied the knots of her bikini top, allowing the strings to fall around her while still cupping the fabric to her breasts.
“Oh come on…” Josh whimpered.
“Oh, fine… I guess it’s only fair,” Becky replied with a giggle.
Lowering her hands, she revealed her incredible breasts to Josh at last, her light brown skin accented by her small, dark brown nipples. They were already semi-erect, and the extra tweaks Becky gave herself only caused them to grow harder. This served to drive Josh even crazier with lust; his cock was aching from the erotic sight before him, and she hadn’t even touched him yet!
Seeming to read his mind, Becky started to lower her face, stroking Josh’s cock with her hand as she approached. At first, she just sized him up from all angles, moving her hand down from tip to base before cupping his balls. Gripping him firmly at his base, Becky held him up straight and smiled as she sweetly kissed his tip, tasting a hint of precum already dripping from him. Savoring his taste, she stuck her tongue out and licked every inch of his engorged head, wetting him as her saliva dribbled down his length.
“Holy shit…” he moaned.
Josh was in blissful agony. He had gotten a blowjob or two in college, but that had been years ago. Jenny, on the other hand, had never once sucked his cock, despite Josh being more than happy to eat her pussy. But Becky’s ministrations were beyond anything he had ever experienced; she was an expert at this. She soon wrapped her full lips around his head, taking his first couple of inches into her mouth and sucking up and down. With each repetition, Becky took just a bit more of him into her mouth, until she was up to five inches of Josh’s throbbing cock. Breathing deep, Josh worked to control his passion, as he was determined not to explode too soon.
Maintaining eye contact all the while, Becky increased the intensity of her movements, knowing she was fulfilling this man’s wildest fantasies before his eyes. Slowing for the moment, she forced her face lower, taking in seven inches of Josh’s length and showing off her ability to suppress her gag reflex. As she deep throated him, Josh’s eyes bulged at feeling her throat contract around his head, milking him for all he was worth. After several seconds, Becky finally released his cock from her mouth, breathing deep while staring with lust into Josh’s eyes. Still, she refused to let up for even a moment, continuing to jack him off as she caught her breath. Becky could tell that Josh was close to the edge, and she was determined to make him cum, even knowing he was trying to last as long as he could. All she wanted was the pleasure of triggering his orgasm.
“Oh, Josh… I just love your cock,” she purred as she continued to stroke him. “Are you gonna cum? Oh, please Josh, cum for me… I want you to, I need your cum… to feel it… to taste it. I want it all…”
This was more than Josh could bear. Not only was the most beautiful woman in the world pleasuring him, but she also was begging him to shoot his seed into her mouth. His eyes rolled back into his head as she began sucking him once more, swirling her tongue furiously around his cock while massaging his balls with her hand at the same time. As he edged past the point of no return, Becky seemed to be able to sense the pressure building within his manhood, slowing her pace a bit while increasing the intensity of her sucking and tongue swirling. With a series of unintelligible grunts, Josh reached his tipping point and began to coat her mouth with rope after rope of his hot cum.
Becky drank him up with glee, slurping and swallowing as much as she was able to as he exploded within her. As his orgasm began to taper off, Becky gagged a bit from the sheer amount of cum he had given her, which caused a few drops to dribble onto her chin. When Josh’s hips had ceased their bucking, she released his cock from her lips with a pop, a naughty smile spreading across her face. She continued to look him in the eyes as she cleaned the last of his cum off of her chin and sucked it from her finger.
“Mmm… you taste great,” she moaned. “Ready for another round?”
“Oh, um… uh,” Josh stammered. He cursed himself at cumming so willingly, as he knew he had never been able to go more than once in a single session. “S-sorry, Becky, but it might be a little bit. I’ve never, ya know, been able to go multiple times at once.”
Giggling, she replied, “It’s ok, don’t worry about it. We’ll just have to see what we can do to improve your… stamina. In the meantime, what to do while you’re recovering?”
Picking up on the suggestive nature of her question, Josh decided to both repay her kindness to him and show off something he himself was particularly skilled at.
“Well… can I find out what the real Becky Juarez tastes like?”
“Thought you’d never ask,” she gasped in anticipation.
Standing, Becky grabbed a beach towel from her bag and spread it out over the sofa. “I’m kind of a gusher. Can’t make a mess,” she admitted.
“That’s… hot,” Josh choked out.
Standing in front of Josh as he sat on the sofa, Becky seductively turned around, wiggling her perky ass in his face before sliding her bikini bottoms to the floor and kicking them away. Josh was entranced by her firm, bouncing butt cheeks; they were a perfect fit for his large hands. Becky cooed as he grabbed her, but soon cut his playtime short and turned to face him once more.
“As awesome as that feels, someone said they wanted to taste me.”
“I seem to recall that.”
In one swift motion, Josh stood and lifted Becky up by her waist, tossing her onto the sofa. As she sat with her legs dangling down to the floor, Josh knelt down in front of her, taking a few moments to savor her nude form. Her nipples were still hard from the amazing blowjob she had just given him, and she soon spread her legs to reveal her dark brown pussy lips, glistening with her wet juices. Her entire pubic area was shaved smooth, begging to be touched.
Josh began his explorations by kissing his way up the inside of one thigh, yet retreating before reaching the Promised Land. He repeated the process on her other leg, eliciting a pitiful whimper from Becky when he teased her once more. Raising himself up a bit, he then began to kiss her flat belly, making her squirm with his every movement as he worked his way down past her hips. Arriving at last at her shaven mound, he took in Becky’s delectable aroma before continuing his worshipping. After tracing his tongue around every inch of her sex, Josh arrived at the base of her pussy lips, licking her slowly from bottom to top.
“Gah! Oh, Josh!” Becky yelped, feeling a man’s touch for the first time in so very long.
As Josh arrived at her swollen clit, he was pleased to discover just how sensitive her entire pussy was, but in particular her favorite spot. He had gotten quite good at oral sex with Jenny, but she was far less sensitive and had to be stimulated in very specific ways to achieve optimal results. With Becky, it seemed, there would be no issue with giving her the time of her life. Now beginning to flick her clit with his tongue, Josh slipped his middle finger into her slit, feeling her body tense up as he did so.
“Oh, yes! Oh god, YES!” Becky cried in surprise.
She kept a tight grip on the cushions of the sofa as her pussy grew wetter and wetter, her juices beginning to leak out onto the towel, as well as Josh’s face. He didn’t mind one bit, though, as he was going to savor every moment with this incredible woman. His tongue continued to work its magic as he finger-fucked her, curling his finger up to massage her G-spot. Becky could feel that she was starting to lose control of her legs and gripped them with her hands. This held them up into the air, which not only kept them from hitting Josh, but also gave him a better angle to access her pussy with.
Firmly holding onto her waist, Josh now dove into her soaked womanhood, lapping her juices up and stimulating every inch of her that he could reach. He could tell that she was close to the edge, and was determined to make her cum as violently as she had made him cum before. After licking her from bottom to top once more, Josh locked in on her clit and began to lick it furiously, switching to his finger every so often when his tongue began to tire out. This rapid combination seemed to do the trick, as Becky’s earlier description of being a screamer was now very apparent.
“Hah… hah… oh, shit YES! YES, YES, YESYESYESYES! OH JOSH, EAT MY PUSSY! EAT MY FUCKING PUSSY AND MAKE ME CUM FOR YOU! YES! YES! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Becky’s cries of ecstasy echoed through the living room as her body began to convulse, her limbs flailing about in every direction. A torrent of her cum overflowed from her pussy, most of it soaking Josh’s face while the rest spilled onto the towel. After several minutes of shaking, Becky came back down from her high, her breathing labored, yet very content. Though her eyes remained closed, she maintained constant contact with Josh, running her fingers through his hair to show her appreciation for his efforts. He soon sat next to her on the sofa, wiping his face off with one end of the large towel.
“Ok… I know I’m sensitive… but how did you learn to do… that?!” Becky marveled.
“Very carefully,” Josh replied, knowing he couldn’t say it was due to the practice he got with his bitch of an ex-fiancé.
“Clearly,” she laughed. “Well, well… looks like someone got all hard from that little show.”
Now noticing that his cock was now erect once more, Josh was pleasantly surprised at the turn of events. “Uh, yeah. I guess so. Wait, don’t you need a cool-down period though?”
Pushing him back against the sofa, Becky swung her leg over Josh’s naked body and straddled him, pinning him in place. “Josh, I haven’t had sex in over a year. If you’re rarin’ to go, so am I.”
“Do we need any… protection? I… didn’t bring any condoms.”
“I’m on the pill, so don’t worry about that at all. And, like I said, I haven’t had sex in a year, plus my last checkup two months ago turned up clean.”
“I’m glad,” Josh said. “I got myself tested the moment I found out Jenny was cheating on me. I’m clean too, thank God.”
Flashing a mischievous grin, Becky replied, “Well then, what say we do this the old-fashioned way?”
Rubbing her slick entrance against the head of Josh’s cock, Becky slowly descended, feeling his length begin to stretch her out. She was still wet from his oral assault, but the sheer amount of time that she had been out of the game for still made it slow going as she adjusted to the sensations. Josh sat back and enjoyed the ride, not caring how fast or slow she went. The look of lust in Becky’s eyes told him everything he needed to know: this was going to be the best sex of either of their lives.
As she reached the base of his cock, engulfing his full length within her, Becky began to grind her hips in a circle, allowing Josh’s cock to explore and stretch every inch of her pussy. Her wet, velvety tunnel was heaven on earth for Josh; hers was easily the tightest pussy he had ever experienced. Granted, her yearlong hiatus could have something to do with that, but the sensations were mind-blowing nonetheless. Becky braced her hands on Josh’s strong shoulders and began to pump herself up and down his shaft as Josh placed his hands on her hips, helping to guide and steady her.
“Holy… fuck… Josh, you’re huge…” Becky moaned.
“T-thanks.” Josh had never considered himself well hung or anything, but he sure wasn’t going to tell her she was wrong.
Becky soon started bouncing more forcefully on Josh’s cock, sitting up straight on his lap to get better leverage. As she threw her head back in pleasure, Josh leaned forward and wrapped her in a tight hug, kissing her stomach and chest all the while. Becky responded by wrapping his head in her arms and pressing his face into the valley between her jiggling tits. After fondling them with his hands for a few moments, Josh turned his face, beginning to suckle one nipple, then the other, switching back and forth to keep Becky on edge. This produced a powerful reaction, as Becky’s body began to spasm every so often. She again held Josh’s face between her hands, this time tilting him up and planting a passionate, lust-filled kiss on his lips as she rode him.
“God… you’re incredible,” Josh gasped as they parted.
“Oh this? You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, mister,” Becky giggled. After kissing him once more, Becky pulled herself off of Josh’s cock and stood in front of him, turning to display her glorious backside. “Spread your legs,” she instructed.
Josh did as he was told, giving Becky space to back up to the sofa. She placed her hands firmly on the cushion on which he sat and began to squat down, lowering her ass towards his cock. After adjusting her angle once more, she slid back down onto him, continuing to brace herself on the sofa. Her motions from this position were far more deliberate, as she was milking his cock as opposed to her previous pounding. Every time she descended, her ass jiggled and shook, and every time she rose up, she clenched her vaginal muscles together, tightening herself around Josh as she went.
“Now you’re just… showing off,” Josh moaned.
“And you weren’t showing off when you ate my pussy?” Becky shot back.
She continued her milking for several minutes more, grinding against him in all the right ways and pushing herself closer to another orgasm. However, she held off sending herself over the edge, which she knew would be counterproductive from her standing position, since she would start flailing about once again. Becky soon felt the pleasant sensation of Josh’s strong hands on her smooth ass cheeks.
“Couldn’t resist, huh?” she teased.
“It’s just so… perfect.”
“Mmm, I love your hands on my ass. Squeeze it for me, baby.”
“Ooooh, that’s nice. I love having my ass played with. Squeezed… kissed… spanked.”
Throwing a sultry look over her shoulder, Becky continued to prod him. “Josh, I’ve been such a naughty girl… please spank me. I deserve it.”
“I-if you insist,” Josh choked out. Caressing her for a moment, he drew his right hand back and gave her cheek a playful slap.
“Oh, yes! Again!”
“Uh huh! I love it! Don’t stop, Josh!” Becky shouted, her pace increasing.
Josh was being tentative with his spanks, as he didn’t want to accidently hurt her and kill the mood. She seemed to be able to take it harder, but then she was also so sensitive that even the lightest touch caused her to squeal in delight. They continued their passionate play for several minutes before Josh began to feel a strange urge to take control of the situation.
“Stand up,” he instructed her.
“Yes, sir,” Becky replied, aroused by his change in tone.
As she stood, Josh followed and began to adjust the towel on the sofa, draping it over the armrest. He then grabbed Becky in a tight embrace, kissing her before spinning her around once more and tossing her over the armrest and onto the sofa. Becky could only giggle in delight and wiggle her perfect ass in the air as he took her firmly by the waist.
“Oh Josh… you always seem to know just what I need. How did you know this horny girl needed to get fucked from behind?”
“You mean like this?” he asked, pushing himself back into her sopping wet tunnel.
“H… holy shit, yes…” she panted.
Hearing her juices squish around him as he penetrated her once more, Josh smiled to himself at the effect he was having on her. Now that he was sheathed inside her again, he began to pound her with reckless abandon, harder even than she had ridden him just a few minutes before. Becky cursed and screamed with lust and pleasure at every movement he made; she knew this man was in complete control of her orgasms, and he definitely did not disappoint. She gasped in again as Josh suddenly began angling his thrusts downward, rubbing against her sensitive G-spot and driving her further towards her climax.
“Josh… if… you… keep… doing that-”
“You’ll cum?” he said, again embracing his playful dominance. “That’s the idea, Becky. I want you to cum while I’m fucking you, and I want to be the one who makes you cum.”
Becky whimpered in ecstasy as Josh redoubled his efforts. His pinpoint thrusts had her arching her head back, her every muscle quivering from the orgasm she was moving ever closer towards. Though Josh was pleased with his stamina, he knew his end was also near, as the erotic sight of Becky’s ass jiggling from his pounding was almost too much for him. Still, he gritted his teeth and resolved to hold off at least until Becky had achieved orgasm.
“You close, Becky?” Josh grunted with lust.
“Yes… yes, I’m gonna cum,” Becky replied, his words edging her past the point of no return.
“You’d better cum! Cum for me, I wanna feel you cum around my cock!”
“Yes, yes, YES! I’M CUMMING! OH GOD, I’M CUMMING I’M CUMMING I’M CUMMING! OH JOSHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
“B… B… BECK… YYYYYYYYYYYY!”
Their bodies shook and quivered in mutual pleasure, their orgasms seeming to prolong and sustain each other well beyond what either thought was humanly possible. Finally, after a minute of intense convulsions, Josh stepped back, his knees still shaking from the combination of his physical exertion and incredible orgasm. Grabbing a nearby throw blanket, he laid back on the sofa, smiling as Becky crawled to lay her naked body on top of his. They said nothing, but kissed sweetly for quite some time.
“You… are just… amazing,” Josh whispered as they parted.
“You’re not so bad yourself, stud.”
Curled up with the woman of his dreams, Josh listened to the sound of her breathing before dozing off along with her.
The lovers napped until late afternoon, awakening around four o’clock. They were spooned together on the sofa, so it was a very natural next step for Josh to slip his cock back into Becky. Unlike their previous romp, this session was slow and deliberate, true lovemaking as opposed to fucking. After a long buildup, the pair finally climaxed together, cuddling on the sofa in their mutual afterglow.
Kissing her cheek from behind her, Josh asked, “Was… was that ok? The things I did and said earlier?”
Becky turned over to face him, Josh’s cock slipping out of her pussy. “Josh, you were fantastic. I know you’re not a domineering person by nature, but I trust you, and I know you would never hurt me.”
With a sly grin, Becky asked, “Guess what you haven’t needed all day?”
Josh got a dumbfounded look on his face, realizing that all these amazing things had happened without the use of his pills. Sure, he had taken one early this morning, but the immediate effects usually lasted for only a couple of hours. Everything else he had done that day had been all him.
Planting a sweet kiss on his lips, Becky said, “I’m really proud of you. The real Josh Sanders is out. He’s the one that made me cum in the ocean, who beat the asshole beach jock… and who just rocked my world again… and again.”
“I, um, I mean, it was all thanks to you.”
“You just needed the proper motivation. But this has always been in you; you just have to learn to embrace that side of things.”
Seeing the positive effect Becky was having on him, Josh wrapped her in his arms and squeezed her in a tight hug.
“Thank you, Becky.”
Later that evening, the couple partied out on the beach, rocking out to the Derek Brooks band. A large bonfire had been built, where several people relaxed with their drinks of choice. The concert lasted into the night, until the band ended around 11 o’clock. After that, the crowd began to disperse, most people looking for a club or bar to continue the party at. Soon, Josh and Becky were the only ones left, sitting together by the fire on the beach. After quite a while, Josh broke the silence.
“Where are we going?”
“Pardon?” Becky asked, lifting her head from his shoulder.
“Where are we going with this?” Josh sighed, almost in resignation. “Every scenario I play out for us ends the same way: we never see each other again after this two-week vacation is done.”
Becky grimaced, knowing that this question had to be asked. “I… I don’t know, Josh. That’s the honest truth. I know we have our lives in different parts of the country, but I’d be lying if I said I’m ok with never seeing you again. Still, I can’t ask you to uproot your life, that’s not fair to you. You’re doing what you love and have always dreamed of doing; I can’t take that away from you.”
“I won’t do that to you either,” Josh agreed. “You’re more than the hot body I’ve come to know and love. I bet you’ll end up being a kick-ass gemologist and own your own store, everything you want. I don’t want to get in the way of that.”
Nodding in understanding, Becky said, “I guess… I guess we were supposed to meet. I was supposed to show you the great guy you are deep down and help your confidence. You were supposed to restore my spirit, remind me that it’s ok to care about someone, even if I risk getting my heart broken. If I’ve helped change your life for the better, then I think it’s worth it.”
“I feel the same way.”
Reaching into his pocket, Josh pulled out his prescription bottle. Unsure of what he was doing, Becky sat in silence, watching him intently. For several minutes, Josh debated in his mind.
Dude, it’s a step too far. You’re not ready.
It’s time. I can’t keep relying on these.
It’s all because of Becky! What happens when she’s gone?!
She may have triggered it, but it’s really about me. I need to not need these.
And what happens when you go back to real life?
Fuck it. Just go with it.
Opening the cap of the bottle, Josh stood over the fire and collected his courage as best as he was able. Taking a deep breath, he turned the bottle over, pouring his remaining pills into the bonfire. The flames crackled and jumped as they engulfed the medicine, and Josh felt at peace for the first time in ages. Without a word, he sat back down next to Becky and pulled her close, her head nestled in the crook of his neck. He couldn’t be sure, but it felt like she was smiling. She rubbed her hand along his back, more impressed with this man than she had ever thought possible. Sighing in contentment, the couple stared off together into the night sky.
Josh strolled through the airport, hand-in-hand with Becky. Her flight was scheduled to leave soon, and his an hour later, but he wasn’t leaving her side until he had no choice. Becky gripped his hand so tight that she nearly cut off his circulation a couple of times, not that Josh could blame her.
“This is my gate,” she whispered.
The pair took a seat on a bench, never once breaking contact. After several seconds of silence, Josh found the words to speak.
“We’ve never exchanged phone numbers or anything. Do you think we should?”
“I… don’t think that would be wise,” she replied sadly. “I don’t want to lead you on, and neither of us wants to hold on to the possibility of a fantasy that will likely never happen. You’re an incredible man, one-of-a-kind. You deserve to meet that perfect woman that you can spoil for the rest of her life.”
“I feel like I’ve already met her…”
“I know.” Biting her lower lip, Becky continued, “Josh, there’s one other thing I never told you about Luke, my last boyfriend. Before he took his life, Luke left a note behind, meant only for me. He told me that I was in no way at fault for what happened to him, promising me that he had issues far worse than our breakup that he was dealing with. Still, that hasn’t stop me from blaming myself ever since. He… he said he was sorry that I could never admit my true feelings, for fear of being hurt, and his only wish was for me to find the strength to someday admit to being in love, without fear. He called me… the best thing to ever happen to him, even after I turned down his marriage proposal, and said that true love is something I deserve.”
“W-why are you telling me this?” Josh asked, his voice cracking.
“Because I swore to myself, if I ever felt that way again, I wouldn’t hold it in. I have to do this, and please know that I don’t expect any reciprocation. This is just something I have to do for me.” Wiping away her tears, Becky breathed deep and peered into Josh’s eyes. “I love you, Josh. I love you, and I know that I’ll never see you again. I love you so much that I want you to move on from this place… and from me. You deserve to be happy, forever. So go. Find that girl. Please, be happy.”
“Flight 1020 to St. Louis, final boarding call.”
“That’s, um, your flight,” Josh mumbled.
Standing, Becky wrapped herself in Josh’s strong arms one final time. Her sad eyes met his, and she leaned in to kiss his lips… but he turned at the last second, kissing her cheek instead. Kissing his cheek back, she nodded in silent understanding.
“I love you too, Becky,” he whispered.
Separating after several seconds, Becky gathered her bags and turned towards the windows. Josh watched her all the while, her ass swaying a bit as she walked. After she had handed her ticket to the woman at the gate, she smiled at him one last time before disappearing down the jet bridge.
“Josh! How’s the MaxTech project coming?”
“Eh, still a crapload of work to do. That system was child’s play to hack.”
Josh had been back at work for about a month now and his two-week vacation was exactly what he needed. Becky had changed Josh for the better; not once had he even thought about his anxiety, and never wanted for any medication. He felt like a free man, able to approach and talk to any woman he wanted without reservation, to moderate success, no less. A few encounters had ended with some awesome dates, though nothing serious developed from them. After all, these girls still couldn’t hold a candle to Becky, and Josh knew damn well it would take him some time to move past that reality. Besides, Becky had set a high standard for any potential girlfriend he might meet.
Pushing those thoughts from his mind, Josh refocused on his current project: fixing the security systems for MaxTech. It was a fairly involved task, but well within his capabilities; he figured it wouldn’t take him much more than a week to finish up. Then, late in the day, Josh was about to head home when the mail came in for his area, including a mysterious envelope addressed to him.
“What’s that, Josh?” a coworker asked.
Tearing open the envelope, there was but a single business card for Shane Company Jewelers within it. Josh was familiar with the Atlanta location; he had purchased Jenny’s engagement ring from them. Last week, he had finally dug the ring out of his safe deposit box to return it. The store couldn’t accept a full return, but offered to evaluate the diamond itself and give him the best price they could, which was just fine by Josh. He figured this might have something to do with that, but he wasn’t sure. Why would they have sent it to his work? Turning the card over, he was further perplexed by the hand-written note he discovered.
Come by today, after 5 pm.
“Huh, odd,” Josh muttered to himself.
As it was now 4:45, he finished gathering his things and clocked out before heading to his car. The drive itself was pretty mundane; Josh just listened to traffic reports while crawling through the interstates of Atlanta. By the time he reached the jewelry store north of the city, it was nearly 5:30. He wondered if he should even bother, considering it was well past 5:00, but decided to see what was up when he saw a single car in the parking lot. Pulling up a few spots down from the car, Josh turned off his car and approached the entrance, finding the door still unlocked.
“Hello?” he called out as he entered. “Anyone here? I’m Josh Sanders, I got a message to come by today after 5:00.”
Josh milled about the store’s showroom floor, glancing at the sparkling pieces of jewelry adorning the cases as he waited for someone. He decided that he’d give it five minutes before heading out. Seeing a stack of business cards on the case near him, he accidentally knocked them over as he inspected them, spilling them over the glass surface.
“Careful, they go everywhere,” came a sweet, feminine voice.
Startled, Josh spun around, finding himself face to face with a woman he could have sworn he’d only imagined. Quite tall, merely a couple of inches shorter than him, with lightly tan skin and the most captivating dark brown hair he had ever seen, Josh couldn’t find the words to speak. She wore a charcoal business suit and skirt, rather than her signature sky-blue bikini, and her hair was tied up in a bun, but Josh would recognize those legs anywhere. Still, it took him a full thirty seconds before he managed to stammer out a single word.
“More humid here, but fewer tornadoes than in Kansas. All in all, a fair trade, don’t you think?”
Continuing to try and grasp the situation, he asked, “Wha… what are you doing here?!”
Giggling, she replied, “You didn’t read the front of the business card, did you?”
Pulling it out of his pocket, Josh read the front of the card, noticing some small print at the bottom.
Rebecca Juarez, Manager
“Holy shit. Does that mean?”
“I’m here, Josh. For good,” she finished.
“Well, when I returned from vacation, my boss informed me that I had learned enough for him to recommend me as a manager of a jewelry business of my own, be it at Shane Company or another jeweler. At first, it was just a fleeting hope, but I mentioned that I’ve always wanted to move to Atlanta and plant my roots there. He understood, saying he’d help keep an eye out for potential openings, and soon enough, the manager of this store retired! I put in for it, my boss wrote me a sparkling recommendation, and the rest is history! I moved in last weekend and just started full time yesterday.”
“You… are unreal,” Josh marveled.
“I’ll say. You aren’t easy to track down, mister. All I had to go on was that you worked for the Georgia Tech Research Institute. Good thing there’s only one of those, right?”
“Got that right…”
“Now then, I believe we have some unfinished business, Jo-”
Before she could finish, Josh took her in his arms and planted the most passionate kiss he had ever given on her lips. He poured everything he had into his kiss, gratitude for her cross-country move, excitement at the possibilities their future together held, and regret for not kissing her in this way when last they had been together. Finally he retreated, savoring her labored breathing and flushed face as he opened his eyes.
“I love you, Rebecca Juarez.”
“I love you too, Josh Sanders,” she replied with a grin. Sauntering over to the entrance, she locked the deadbolt and turned back towards Josh. “Time for you to experience the perks of dating the manager of Shane Company.”
Nodding, she continued, “Namely, I have full authority to switch off the security tapes anytime I want. Now then,” she said, bending over a nearby display case, “take off your pants, and give me that perfect cock of yours.”
Josh only hesitated for a moment, wondering if an employee who had forgotten a purse or something might catch them. This didn’t stop him for long, though, not with the girl of his dreams bent over before him. Tossing his pants off, Josh thought of the phrase that had become the motto for his new self.
Fuck it. Just go with it.