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An hour later they were all dressed and on the bus heading back. There was no time for a quickie, and the group made it to the airport just twenty minutes before take-off. They boarded the two small planes for the short flight to the airport in St. Maarten and then switched to their chartered flight back to Miami.
Victoria and Jim sat on the aisle behind the newlyweds and watched as they snuggled and touched each other semi-inappropriately. Victoria grinned as she watched them closely, but Jim was oblivious as he stared out the window with his mind racing. Victoria tried to listen as Jillian whispered something to Brian. Brian stood and then walked past her to the back of the plane, and she gave him a curious look. Victoria pretended to be asleep twenty seconds later when Jillian walked past her obviously on her way to join an exclusive club.
Lisa sat across the aisle from Victoria. In front of Lisa sat Eric and Annette. Lisa nudged Victoria during one of Eric and Annette's arguments. Victoria returned a knowing nod.
Two minutes later, Jillian had her legs wrapped around Brian as they f*cked in the tiny bathroom. They were smashing up against the door pretty hard, and Beverly was nearby giving the bathroom door a strange look. Brian was close to finishing when Jillian placed one hand on the counter for support and then unfortunately her head crashed into the door latch. One last thrust knocked the newly married couple out of the bathroom, but Brian was somehow able to keep his balance. They remained upright and still connected as they stood just staring at their guests sheepishly. Luckily Jillian's skirt hung down over her ass and no naughty parts were on display.
All eyes, including the flight crew were glued to the demonstration. There were grins and shakes of heads all around, and even Beverly and Edward actually cracked a smile.
Jillian said, "Sorry."
Brian said, "We'll, uh, be right out."
He shuffled carefully back into the bathroom. She closed the door, and then they burst into laughter. Brian asked, "Can I finish?" She looked at him unsure, and he added, "He can't really claim we did it unless I…"
"Just hurry up."
It took three more minutes, but they both came pretty hard. They cleaned up and walked out together, holding their heads high. When they reached the center of the plane, there was a loud ovation. They slipped back to their seats and huddled together laughing like middle schoolers who just heard a good fart joke.
An hour later the plane landed in Miami, Victoria, Jillian, and Brian headed home. Jim and his parents waited at the gate for their flight to Philadelphia, and Rob drove Laura to her apartment.
Caroline was soaking in a bathtub at her parent's house in New Jersey. She grimaced in pain as she slipped into the steaming hot water. A few minutes later, her cell rang. She checked the display and smiled when she saw it was Jim. She answered, "Jim, are you on the plane?"
"No, but we should be in a few minutes."
"How was the wedding?"
"Well did you see the news?"
"No, I haven't watched any TV at all."
"It was really nice once it got started. I missed you at the wedding. I wish you had stayed. You didn't get to hear my toast."
"Did you cry?"
"No, not at all."
"Right," she said with a grin.
"I can't wait to see you. What are you doing?"
"I'm at my parent's house taking a bath…I'm in pain."
"What's wrong?"
"I think for our first experience, um…I should have taken it a little slower. I think I over did it a little."
"Experience? What are you talking about?" Jim asked clueless.
"Um, do I need to say it?"
"Oh, oh, my God. Are you okay?"
Caroline slipped lower in the tub and put her legs up on the edge. "I will be. I just need a little time."
"I guess maybe we shouldn't do that again," Jim said unenthusiastically.
"But it was amazing."
He perked up. "I thought so too."
"I think we just need to wait a little while and then take it slow."
"Sounds good."
She asked hesitantly, "So…how's Victoria? Did you guys talk?"
"We did, and she's so smart and together and—"
"I know. I know."
"Sorry, I love you, and I thought about everything that you said, and I'm coming home to be with you. I can't imagine my life without you in it."
"Me either."
"I want to ask you a question when I get back—"
"A question?"
"Yeah, it's a question you may have already heard secondhand over an intercom possibly…but I want you to forget that you heard it."
"Uh, okay. Yeah—that question."
"I want to do it right—a nice dinner, flowers, and a whole down-on-one-knee kind of thing. I'll plan the perfect night, and we'll try to put the rest of this behind us for now anyway."
"I can't wait to see you."
"Me either so just get your ass ready."
"Jim!"
"I'm kidding."
"Will you hold me all night?"
"I'll give it a shot, but you know how overheated and sweaty we both get when we try that."
She chuckled, "I know. Meet me at my dorm."
"Cool. Love you."
"Bye."
Rob parked the car in front of Laura's apartment building. He got out and carried her luggage to the door.
"Do you want me to stay over?" he asked. "I have to work tomorrow, but I could drive back early in the morning."
"No, I really want to get some sleep."
"Do you want to come to Orlando next weekend?"
"Maybe. I'll call you," she shot back.
Rob nodded but was a little put off as she just stared at him like she had something else to do. After an awkward silent moment he said, "I guess I'd better go then."
He got in his car and drove away. After two blocks, he realized he'd bought her a bracelet on the island and had forgotten to give it to her. He returned to her apartment and knocked on the door. There was no answer. He walked around a large bush so he could peer in the window and saw her luggage on the floor, but no sign of her. As he moved back around the bush, he noticed movement in the apartment directly opposite hers. He spotted Laura sitting on the sofa. He looked curiously at her as a tall good-looking guy sat on the sofa next to her.
He ducked behind the bush and then peered up to look again. They were only talking. He ducked down again and thought that maybe they were just friends. When he stood to knock on the door, he spotted Laura on her knees in front of the young man. He watched with his mouth opened wide as Laura felt the guy's penis through his shorts. When she began to unzip his pants, he turned to go.
He sat in his car staring at the bracelet and feeling his emotions get the best of him. He slapped his face and then ran his fingers over his jaw while he curled his lip. He looked up to Laura's new boyfriend's window and saw that the blinds were now closed. "F*ck," he said then sighed.
He slumped against the steering wheel, dreading the four-hour drive to Orlando because this new development would obviously be all he thought about. Then it hit him. He smiled as he pulled out his cell phone, located Bridget's number and hit send.
"Hey, Rob."
"Bridget, I, uh. I just flew back from the wedding."
"How was it?"
"It was nice."
"I'm driving back to Orlando now. Do you feel like getting together? We could go for a swim or we have a steam room in the building. Whatever you want to do. I should be home about eleven."
"Definitely. Call me when you get home."
"Bridget?"
"Yeah."
He glanced at the beautiful multicolored jeweled bracelet, paused, and then shook his head. "I brought you something."
"Really?"
"Just a little thing I saw when I was on the island. It's really not a big deal. I just thought of you when I saw it. That sounds creepy doesn't it?"
"No."
"I mean we just met, and here I am buying you a present, and I uh—"
"Well the more you keep talking, the creepier it's starting to sound."
"Oh sorry."
She chuckled. "I'm kidding. Call me, and I'm looking forward to the present. I'm a big fan of presents. As long as it didn't cost more than like fifty dollars, I think it won't be too inappropriate at this stage of our relationship."
"Oh no, it's nothing extravagant." Rob pulled the receipt out of the bag and glanced at the $689.13 total. "See you around eleven."
"Can't wait."
Victoria relaxed in a large bubble bath. She ran her soapy hands down her huge swollen breasts to her protruding belly. She held it gently and then began to cry.
Brian and Jillian went up to their bedroom and turned on the light. Brian headed to the bathroom as Jillian stood in front of the sitting area with her mouth wide open. There was a black sex swing hanging from a heavy-duty hook in the center of the small room. A large red bow was tied around it; Jillian walked up to it and felt the thick leather straps. She called to Brian, "Is this from you?"
Brian called back, "What?"
"Is this from you?"
Brian poked his head into the bedroom, saw Jillian standing in front of the contraption, and broke into laughter. He joined her next to it as she repeated, "Is this from you?"
"No, I, uh, didn't buy this."
They turned their heads slowly to one another as they said in unison, "Victoria."
Jillian noticed a card on the seat and picked it up. She opened the envelope and read the enclosed note out loud, "Hope you enjoy this. Just be careful. I pulled a muscle last time I used one. Congratulations! Love, Victoria."
They shared a chuckle. Brian touched one of the straps mesmerized. He pulled hard on it to check if it was sturdy and found it was. Jillian shook her head with a grin as she said, "I am not getting in that thing. It looks dangerous."
"Maybe I'm supposed to be the one who gets in it."
She gave him a skeptical look as she pointed to the leather stirrups. He glanced down to the stirrups. "I mean I think both partners can use it. It looks like fun."
Jillian shook her head no, as Brian looked around the room. He spotted some papers and said cheerily, "Oh, here's the manual."
Brian studied the pages, as she walked away toward the bathroom shaking her head.
THE END…