“And those beads.” She giggled. “Remember you put them around your neck and you were trying to figure out how to clasp them because you thought they were a necklace?”
“Ugh, don’t remind me.” I shuddered.
“And they were anal beads,” Sally continued. “TJ is a freak in the bedroom. Who knows what other kinky shit he’s into. I’m sure he’d be into a threesome.” She laughed. “I mean, I don’t think Cody and TJ are going to get it on together, but they’d do whatever two men do to pleasure one girl at the same time.”
“One takes the front and one takes the back,” I said, like some sort of authority on the subject.
“Say what?” she said and I laughed.
“She sucks off one of them while the other one penetrates her,” I said matter-of-factly and then made a retching sound. “But I don’t even want to think about that. I do not think they would do that. Especially not with us here as well. I would kill Cody, and I would tell our parents and Nonno, and they would kill him right after I did.”
“He’d die two deaths, huh?” Sally laughed and then moved back to her lounger and lay down. “I sure hope you’re right. I’d hate to be punked on this trip.”
“Yeah, so would I.” I sighed and closed my eyes again. The sun felt hot and delicious on my back and I pictured TJ’s face in my mind. His lips were so pink and they looked so soft. I wondered how they would feel against mine. I moaned as I felt a trickle of sweat rolling down my back and imagined it was TJ’s tongue licking between my shoulder blades.
“What?” Sally asked and I giggled.
“What what?”
“You made a noise,” she said. “You okay?”
“I was just thinking about TJ kissing me.”
“Oh.” She laughed. “Where?”
“What do you mean where?” I giggled. “On my lips.”
“Which lips?”
“You’re disgusting.”
“Hey, don’t knock it until you try it,” Sally said. “There is nothing like a guy going down on you.”
“I was imagining him licking my back, to be fair.” I sighed and stretched. “I suppose his tongue could go where it wanted to after that.”
“Yeah.” She laughed. “Just make sure you get a wax first.” Then she groaned. “I can’t believe I basically numbed my whole body for Cody and he’s not even going to be able to take advantage of that fact.”
“Completely hair free?” I asked, impressed.
“Completely.” She giggled. “Not even a landing strip.”
“I thought you liked landing strips?”
“Yeah, but I don’t know if Cody likes that,” she said. “I always think it’s smarter to go bare first time around and then change it up as the guy makes requests.”
“I’m totally not bare.” I sighed. “And I’m not even landing-strip ready either.”
“Mila, you do not have a jungle going on, do you?”
“A small jungle?” I giggled. “I trimmed, so I’m not the Amazon rainforest or anything, but yeah, I’m a local park.”
“Mila.” She laughed. “Do you want me to wax you? I know Nair has a home kit we can use.”
“No, I do not want you to wax me.” I groaned.
“I can,” she said. “I mean, what if things get hot and heavy with TJ and then he gets lost?”
“Lost where?”
“In the jungle.” She giggled. “What if the leaves block his view and he can’t land the plane on the right spot?”
“He can land the plane on the right spot.” I shook my head. “And you’re disgusting, by the way.”
“I hope he can pilot his tongue to the right spot,” she said. “I know some guys who have gotten lost and they were in a desert.”
“Hahaha. They just sucked, then.”
“Who just sucked, then?” a deep voice said from next to us, and my eyes popped open as my body froze.
“TJ?” I said weakly, wanting to ask him just how much he’d heard. I would die if he’d heard it all. Oh, my God, what if he’d heard us talking about him going down on me?
“The one and only,” he said. His lips curved up and he looked at my back. “Need me to rub some more cream onto your back?”
“No,” I said and shook my head quickly. I did not need his bare hands on my naked back right now. I was likely to do or say something embarrassing.
“You sure?” He sat on the edge of my lounger and I felt his warm hands on my shoulders, rubbing something.
“What are you doing?” I squeaked, wanting to roll over and push him away, but not wanting to flash myself at him.
“Sally missed a spot,” he said as his fingers now started to squeeze my shoulders. “And now I’m giving you a small massage. You feel tense.”
“I’m not tense,” I said tightly as his fingertips kneaded into my skin. I tried not to moan as I felt my body relaxing. His fingers felt so good on my skin and I could feel my muscles enjoying the pressure of his kneading.
“Sure, you’re not,” he said. “By the way, someone is here for you, Mila.”