The remaining days between the first time Melina and I made love and the Saturday luau were incredible. Thursday, rain showers kept us indoors almost all day, which was no problem for us as Melina happily accepted my invitation to my room. We ordered room service, watched On-Demand movies, and made love the entire day. I was sore and aching between my legs by the time I fell asleep that night, but still didn't want to stop.
Friday, Melina woke up in my arms, her head resting on my bicep and my fingers of my right hand tingling from the loss of blood to the extremity. I didn't mind, considering the treasure I held there. Melina's eyes fluttered open and she smiled at me. "I must still be dreaming. I wake up and you're still here."
"Then we must both be dreaming because I'm not going anywhere," I said. "Well, except to the bathroom.”
* * *
Saturday morning, I woke up again with Melina in my arms, this time in her room, which was identical to mine other than the direction the windows pointed. This time, I was spooned behind Melina instead of us facing each other, and her wonderful backside was pressed against me in ways that soon had my cock hard and wanting more than just warmth.
"Mmmm, that's a hell of a way to wake a woman up in the morning," she cooed, wiggling her tush.
We lay there in each other's arms, kissing and enjoying the intimacy, my heart swelling with each little peck of her lips on mine. “This is like a fantasy,” she added.
I sighed, my train of thoughts turning toward the next day, when reality would once again horn in on our fantasy. Melina had to fly back to Ohio, and the very next day I had to start my return trip to New Mexico. She smiled her magical little smile and kissed me again. "None of that, mister. We’re going to make memories today that last a lifetime. Let's get a shower and breakfast."
I was only able to resist making love to Melina in the shower by jumping out before my hair was actually wet, yanking on some shorts and doing pushups in the bedroom while she finished. Melina came out just as I was finishing up, grinning down at me. "It's things like that I love so much about you. You make me feel beautiful without even having to say a word. Come on, Rocky Balboa, get up and let's get some food.”
After a light breakfast, just enough to tide us over until the luau, we walked up the mountain again, taking our time while we talked. Invariably, our conversation turned to back home. "So do you really enjoy teaching High School?" Melina asked as we strolled. "Especially English?"
"It's a lot of remedial work," I said, "with many of the kids coming from either homes that speak only Spanish or aren't very well educated to begin with. Lots and lots of broken grammar and even sometimes working on basic handwriting skills. But for all of that drudgery, there are a few kids every year that really shine."
"What about the basketball team?"
"Not much going on there,” Cam replied with a laugh. "We're a small school, so the JV team isn't much, we don't even have enough kids to be a full five on five practice, so we work with the varsity team. They're short-handed too, so anytime one of my kids even shows a glimmer of promise, he's up on the varsity sitting the bench and filling up a backup slot. It's actually a little frustrating. It might help the varsity in the short run but I think Coach is doing the wrong thing in the long run."
Melina nodded thoughtfully. "I'd like to see you coach some time."
"Me too," I said, taking her hand. "It feels strange, I've only known you a week, but it feels a lot longer, in a good way of course."
"Of course."
The day passed, and as the sun touched the far horizon, the luau started. We grabbed one of the woven mats that were spread out on the beach while the staff did their thing, topping the birthday party with a huge show. There were dancers of both Caribbean and Hawaiian styles, steel drummers, bands, and performers. And that was before they brought out the food.
"You know, I wonder if they ever forget where they bury the pig," Melina commented as she took a platter of pit-roasted pork. "What do you think?"
"I think whoever does that probably spends the rest of their shift digging up the beach to find it," I said, laughing while trying not to burn my fingers with the hot pork. "Imagine how long that could take."
Melina chuckled, and we spent the next hour and a half being entertained by the acts. I was only semi-surprised when she reached over and took my hand, entwining her fingers with me. "Thank you, Cam."
The music stopped, and the emcee announced a thank you and good night to the crowd. A lot of people got up and left, but we stayed where we were. The full moon was out over the water, giving us plenty of light and a view that was unparalleled.