Wedding Bell Blues Pt. 04

The disclaimers: Every character who matters is at least 18. A work of fiction (more or less). Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is coincidental (for the most part).

First, sorry for the delays between Part 1 and Parts 2, 3 and 4. I submitted Parts 2 and 3 for publication some time ago, but our generous Lit reviewers must have been stacked up! Hats off to them for all their work. I had to resubmit Part 4 to fix a technical mistake on my part. Apologies.

Part 4 picks up on Tuesday morning. This installment has a lot of sex, and it gets a tiny bit kinky. Again, be patient with me, that sort of writing is very much out of my wheelhouse. I know that the real romance is in the head and heart, rather than the groin, but the crazed weasel sex sets the stage for things later on.

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~~~ MONDAY EVENING ~~~

Her voice barely broke above a whisper. "Is this OK? I can move if cuddling like this will keep you awake."

"This is wonderful."

Spring Peaches filled my nose. The last thing I remember from that night was her contented sigh when I hugged her to me.

~~~ TUESDAY ~~~

I woke up alone in that big bed. Hayleigh's negligee was draped over the back of a chair, but I didn't see her. Then I heard her voice out on the deck, so I pulled on some board shorts and went out to join her. She was stretched out on a chaise lounger, chatting animatedly on the phone. I opened the sliding glass door just in time to hear "rip his balls off." I assumed she wasn't talking about mine, but one never knows with women. Not to worry, apparently. I got the full Hayleigh sparkle when she saw me walk onto the deck.

"Hey, he's up. Gotta go! I'll send more pics. Bye Dee!"

Hayleigh tossed her phone onto her stretched-out legs and reached out for my hand. "Morning, sleepy-head. I wondered when you were going to wake up."

I plopped down onto the lounger next to hers. "I'm up now. So who are you planning to castrate? Sure hope it isn't me, cuz I've become used to having my nuts attached to me. I might need them one day."

She half-laughed, half-snorted. "Relax. I need the use them this week, so they're safe for now. I was talking to Danni. When she dropped me at the airport she made me promise to call her and let her know how things were going."

"So who's the unlucky future gelding?" I assumed it was my dearest friend Dave.

The change in Hayleigh's demeanor was as subtle as a punch in the jaw.

"You know exactly who. Now that the shock and embarrassment has worn off and I've had some time to think and reflect objectively, I've decided that David is a total piece of filthy, rotting shit, and should never be permitted to reproduce. If ever I see him again I'm going to neuter him with a size 7 boot on general principles, on behalf of all women."

"Don't let me stop you. Neuter away." I pondered what she said about the boot. "Size 7? Just don't damage those cute little feet."

She stretched out her leg and splayed perfectly painted toes. "Cute, are they? Are you a feet guy?"

"Yep. I'm also an ankle, calf, thigh, butt, hip, tummy, tits, shoulder, arms, hands, neck, face, mouth, ears, eyes, and hair guy. So there you are."

She smirked and rolled her eyes at me. I was getting used to having eyes rolled at me.

"What about the kitty? You didn't mention the kitty. You sure seemed like a kitty guy last night." She arched an eyebrow to emphasize her point.

I summoned my best deadpan.

"Well, that I like the girl bits goes without saying. And I especially like the girl bits."

She laughed so hard it made her cough.

"The girl bits??? That's a new one! Sounds to me like you like everything."

"Maybe I'm not a parts guy. Maybe I'm a Hayleigh guy."

"I call bullshit." She wasn't angry, but she definitely wasn't buying. "Three days ago you were a devoted Jennifer guy, remember?" It was a friendly challenge.

Reality had rudely reasserted itself. What moron invited reality to this party?

"That Jennifer guy is dead and gone. I just haven't decided whether it was murder or suicide."

She wasn't convinced.

"Come on! Some part of you must miss her, even after... you know."

"I miss the person I thought she was. I'll tell you something that I didn't figure out until I was well on my way to schnockered Saturday night."

I had Hayleigh's full attention. "And that is?"

"I didn't 'lose' Jennifer. There was this Jennifer who existed in my head, who loved me without reservation and would never intentionally hurt me, much less betray me. Then there was the real Jennifer, the one who not only betrayed me but reveled in it."

Hayleigh's brow furrowed as she considered what I told her.

"Tom, I don't dismiss what you're saying, but that doesn't sound like much of a revelation. Clearly Jennifer isn't who you thought she was. She isn't who any of us thought she was."

"No argument there, but that wasn't my big epiphany."

"Oh? Then what was?"

"That all I 'lost' was my make-believe version of Jennifer. I 'lost' something that didn't exist. The loss of the make-believe person hurts, but it's not like I lost anything that was real."

"Still, it means that you miss her, even if she isn't who you thought she was."

"I don't miss her any more than I 'miss' a favorite TV character who gets killed off or written out of the show. In both instances, it was a make-believe person."

"If you say so. As for me," Hayleigh declared with disgust, "I want to strangle any version of David, real or imaginary."

"Like I said, don't let me stop you."

That drew a trace of a smile. "So, do we have a plan for the day, or are we to be beach bums?"

I was thankful for a change of subject away from Jennifer and David.

"I have some ideas. I thought we'd get breakfast at this highly recommended place at a nearby hotel. Then I thought we could explore the beach a little, maybe get in some swimming. I did offer sun, sand, and surf."

The mood brightened considerably.

"Ah, so we will be beach bums. I like that plan! I bought a new swimsuit that my father would NOT approve of. Not that he approves of anything having to do with me right now. Anything else you had in mind?"

"Have you ever been flightseeing?

She was intrigued. "I don't think so. It sounds like something with an airplane, right?"

"Yes. It's a sightseeing trip in a small charter plane. You seem to enjoy flying, and the views are really incredible. I think you'd like it."

That suggestion fully brought back the Hayleigh sparkle.

"Oh, fun! Let's do it! But if the plane crashes my ghost will haunt you forever. What else do you have in mind?"

"Have you ever been to a casino?"

"I've been to some of the ones back home. Is that what you're talking about?"

"Not really, no. These are higher-end nightclubs that feature gambling. Only distantly like the places back home with people in wheelchairs pissing away their social security checks."

"Sounds like fun too! If they're fancier than what's back home, what do I wear?"

"I think it will be fun. Something different anyway, to tell stories about to the peeps back home. Dressy casual is fine, or so that's what I've read."

"Are you sure you can afford all of this?"

"Don't worry about the money, that's all set and then some. Like I told you, lots of framing and drywall. Angel's dad pays well."

She leaned back into her lounger and closed her eyes as she soaked the some morning sun.

"We have a lot planned for today. Anything else you want to do?"

There sure is, I thought to myself. I'd like to throw you on that big King bed, tear your jean shorts and panties off, and tongue your pussy until you beg for mercy. And I'd like a blowjob! A sloppy blowjob for the ages! That's what I'd like! But whatever this relationship was, it wasn't ready for me to actually say any of that, despite her proclamation that she was my insatiable girlfriend for the week.

"There are a few things I had in mind, but when I woke up I was alone."

"Ooops, sorry!" The apology sounded genuine. "I woke up early and thought I'd call Danni before I forgot to do it. I was going to come back to bed but the chit-chat with Danni went on longer than planned, and then you woke up. Still in the mood to play?

"You have no idea."

"Then let's go! I'm more than ready for a ride. I'll even let you drive." She gave me a salacious look. "Time's a-wasting!"

I hopped out of my lounger and helped Hayleigh up from hers, and we made our way inside. Damn, I had to take a leak first. "Hang on a second, I'll be right back," I told her. I thought it might be a good idea to shave too, so my whiskers didn't scratch against the tender skin where her thighs met her groin. I had plans for my chin to be in that little suburb of heaven.

It only took a minute to smooth down my morning stubble, but I had still had take a leak. I had just gotten started when Hayleigh casually waltzed in. Her entrance distracted me, causing me to turn slightly.

"Hey, either watch where you aim that thing or sit down like I do!" She said it with a playful sneer. Her gaze mostly fell on my dick.

I gave it a few ritual shakes and stuffed it back in my boxers. That intrigued her.

"Do guys always do that?"

"Do what, pee? Yep, sure do. From birth to death."

"No, doofus! Shake it after you're done."

I had to think about that.

"I don't know. Most do, I guess. Never paid much attention."

I lowered the seat and was about to flush when Hayleigh walked over and bumped me out of the way with her hip.

"Move over, I have to go, too."

She unbuttoned her jean shorts and pulled them down to settle around her ankles, along with her panties. I stood there like an idiot while she squatted down on the seat, rested her elbows on her knees, and let loose. A loud hissing sound filled the room. I didn't realize that I was so obviously watching and listening, but she noticed.

"What? Haven't you ever seen a girl pee before?" She stuck her tongue out at me.

"Ummm, no, I haven't."

She made another of her enigmatic half-smiles.

"We'll have to see what we can do about that."

She pulled a length of paper from the roll, wrapped it several times around two fingers and wiped herself.

"I would have thought," she said with no small amount of skepticism as she cleaned herself, "that after dating my sister for a few years and engaged for nearly a year, you would have seen just about all there is to see of Jennifer's girl bits and how they work."

"Not really." It came out like a confession. It felt like a confession when I said it.

"She was always shy around me," I added. "I don't know if 'shy' is the best way to put it, but I'll go with that."

I suddenly felt uneasy and angry. Hayleigh had unknowingly touched a sore spot.

"Then what would be a better way to put it?"

She was still sitting down with her shorts puddled around her cute little bare feet, which compounded my unease because I was starting to get aroused by the whole setup.

I wasn't sure how much I should tell her. Hayleigh had always been able to draw me out when she wanted to talk about something, but this wasn't like our usual lake house late night gossip and politics and life philosophy talks. It had never been so intimately personal. What the hell, I might as well tell her.

"How would I put it? One of the reasons that I was so volcanically pissed off about what Jennifer did with David at the church is that she had never acted that way with me. Not once ever. Not even close."

Hayleigh's confusion was evident. She made that face a person makes when what's being said makes no sense at all. I plowed ahead, my unbidden anger building.

"As I told you before, I don't talk about things I have done with other women. Not that there have been many, but still. But this is a really weird situation. At least I think it is, so I'm going to make an exception to tell you about me and Jennifer, but this strictly between us." She nodded somberly.

For the first time Hayleigh didn't already have more information than I did about her sister's activities, but she sensed that she had inadvertently stumbled onto something that was eating at me. And I sensed that it made her uneasy to be totally in the dark for a change.

"I didn't recognize the Jennifer who was in the church. We'd had sex, of course, but with me she was never that, I don't know, enthusiastic. With us it was usually straight missionary and done. She would sometimes agree to other positions, but I always had to ask. And then there she was with some other guy, really going at it. And then the whole blowjob thing she did. I ALWAYS had to ask for that. He didn't even have to hint, much less ask, and she just went to town on him like she was auditioning for a porn flick." My exasperation billowed. "Jesus, Hayleigh, you saw the video!"

For some reason Hayleigh looked as upset as I felt. I assumed that it hurt her to be reminded of David two-timing her and Jennifer betraying her. A-holes.

"Did you talk to her about it? Did you try to tell her what you wanted?"

"Yes, several times, and things would get better for a while. She wouldn't put up a fuss about oral or different positions if I hinted, but it was obvious that she wasn't into it. Then it would quickly go back as it was before, where I had to ask. So I just stopped asking. Having to ask every time starts to feel like begging, and no guy likes to have to beg. Begging is pathetic, you know? She would let me do oral to her, but it was a one-way street. I thought I satisfied her overall, but I don't know now. I really don't know. I must not have, or she wouldn't have been cheating on me, right? Maybe my dick is just too damn small. David is a lot bigger than I am. Could be I'm just lousy in bed."

I was thankful that she didn't laugh at me, but I still felt liking crawling into a hole and disappearing. For some reason my need to vent overcame the good sense to shut the fuck up.

"And she really didn't like me to just look at her when she was, well, exposed. Never ever. I absolutely was not allowed in the bathroom with her. Casual nudity, like we are now, that just didn't happen. She didn't even like to be in only her bra & panties around me. She said it made her 'uncomfortable' if I checked her out. Like I wasn't supposed to look at her!"

I hadn't noticed that Hayleigh had covered her half-open mouth with her hands while I was talking. She was wide-eyed when I stopped venting. Was she laughing at me and trying to hide it? Probably. She had to have been laughing. Not that I didn't deserve to be laughed at. Cucked at my own wedding was bad enough without this sad tale of rejections and frustration. Whoever says that it's good to get things off your chest is full of shit to the brim. Admitting bedroom fails is like being beaten with a stick, except you're the one holding the stick.

"Damn! And you were going to marry her?"

I felt deeply ashamed, and incredibly foolish. All of my pent-up anger at Jennifer roiled up and redirected itself inward. I was far to humiliated to look at Hayleigh anymore, so I stared straight ahead and nodded silently. Thus far I had managed to push away the fact that I was a pathetic loser, first by getting drunk and then by seizing on this ill-conceived trip with Hayleigh. It occurred to me at long last that maybe the real reason I asked Hayleigh with me on this trip was to convince myself that I wasn't that much of a loser. Still, a reckoning was owed, and here it was, ready to collect. I WAS a fucking loser, and a colossal idiot to boot. Cucked at my own wedding was just an exclamation point. I knew it, and now Hayleigh knew it. Better that she found out now. Only by raw force of will was I able to hold back breaking down, which I regarded as a small but significant mercy from a God who must surely hate me.

Hayleigh realized immediately that her question did some damage, albeit unintended. She reached out and took my hand in hers. I tried to pull it away, but she kept a firm grip.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't at all mean that the way it sounded!"

I still couldn't look at her. She went on, keeping a death grip on my hand.

"What I meant was that she was treating you like crap, even if my piece of shit ex-boyfriend wasn't in the picture. You should have walked away a long time ago and never looked back. Why didn't you?"

As I said, Hayleigh had stumbled onto a sore spot, one that I had pushed to the side for too long. I decided I might as well answer, even if the answer sounded naive and stupid when my jumbled thoughts gelled into actual words.

"I figured that passion usually cools down with all couples, and after being together for as long as we were, well, that it was normal. That we were normal. Like I told you, I don't share my exploits with friends, so I didn't have the benefit of other guys telling me how messed up things were with Jennifer. And I loved her. She was fun to be with, and smart, and pretty. I guess I convinced myself that the sex part of our relationship would get better after we married and things worked themselves out. That Jennifer would loosen up. Or something like that. I don't know. As I look back on it, the passion had really cooled off for her, and now that I have more info I see that things really started going downhill about the same time she met Shit-stain. I see now that I pushed that issue aside even as it was staring me in the face. I was foolish, and I've paid for it, big time. And I was emotionally invested in marrying her; I see that now too. Doesn't matter any more. I'm done with her."

Hayleigh didn't believe me about being done with Jennifer. And to be fair, I couldn't blame her.

"I don't think so, Tom. You're furious with Jennifer. And you should be! But you were in love with her. You can't flick a switch and turn that off."

This time I paused to organize my thoughts before I spoke.

"You're wrong about that. Yes, I AM furious with her. I don't want to physically harm her, but ANY affection I had for her is totally gone. She's dead to me, as they say. I don't even want an apology from her. I'm sure that I'll run into her sooner or later, but I'd just as soon never see or speak to her again. Switch flicked."

Neither of us said anything for what seemed like a long time. Hayleigh finally stood up and fully stepped out of her clothes that had pooled at her feet.

"Come on, you had something in mind when you woke up, and this girl has serious needs that require your participation!"

She tried to pull me along with her toward the bedroom, but I let go of her hand. My battered male ego convinced me that Hayleigh was proffering a charity fuck. If there's a thing worse than a mercy fuck it would be a charity fuck, and that's how it would have felt to me right then. Despite my proclamations that Jennifer was in my review mirror, she was fully living in my head rent free. Hayleigh stopped at the doorway and looked at me with the saddest eyes.

"Why don't we just grab some breakfast first instead," I said as nonchalantly as I could muster. "I think that's best for right now. You can have the bedroom to get dressed, and I'll get ready in here."

She didn't try to change my mind, thankfully. Coaxing me would have only made things worse.

"OK," she said sadly, "but don't think you're off the hook."

She went into the bedroom, and I gave her a minute or so to get a change of clothes on before I went in to grab something from my suitcase. When I came in she was almost ready to go. Even as low as I was feeling the mere sight of her tugged at something in my core. She had picked a pair of modest mid-length shorts that showcased her incredible legs, and a knit polo that showed just enough of her midriff to catch the eye. I should have said something about how good she looked, but I was foolishly too lost in my introspection and self pity. I just stood there, staring off at the window to the beach. It was fun while it lasted, but my father was right; the trip was a mistake. Instead of exorcising my demons I gave them a big, brand new playground.

"Hey" she said to get my attention. "Can you give me another minute? I need to use the potty again. I'll be right out."

She stopped briefly to give me a quick peck on the cheek before going into the bathroom and closing the door behind her. She was fully dressed and ready when she came out. She looked fabulous! She had gathered her long blonde hair with a green velvet ribbon that called attention to her eyes. And there was the problem. Her reddened eyes couldn't hide that she had been crying. Five minutes ago I hated myself. Now hatred had been replaced by loathing. I had promised not to hurt her, yet that was exactly what I had done. Karma keeps meticulous records, and I had no doubt that I was being paid back for lashing out at the wedding.

Hayleigh slipped into a pair of flat-heel sandals and headed for the door. She extended her arm toward me, an invitation to take her hand. "Come on, I'm hungry." A bit of a forced smile, but she was trying, God bless her. We walked hand-in-hand to the hotel for breakfast only because Hayleigh wouldn't let go of my hand. Fortunately, we were seated quickly, so there was less awkwardness of just standing there silently. I asked for a table as far from anyone else as possible. I didn't want to be around other people.

I learned something else about Hayleigh, she loved omelets, and the more cheese the better. I went with a local dish comprised mostly of grits, which was about as far from Midwestern American fare as I could imagine. After a few bites I admitted to Hayleigh that I should have gone with an omelet. She laughed, but it was transparently forced.

Our breakfast conversation was what most would regard as mundane, though a better description would be sterile. I was flailing while trying to think up some small talk when Hayleigh reminded me about the flightseeing excursion.

"Do we just show up at an airport or someplace, or do we have to make a reservation?"

Crap, I had forgotten to make arrangements for that! I abruptly excused myself and dashed off to the hotel's concierge desk to see if they could help me out. I got lucky. The concierge was able to get us reservations for an early afternoon flightseeing charter in a DeHavilland Beaver operating fairly close to the resort. I hoped the tip I gave the concierge let her know that she came through big-time.

Hayleigh had just about finished her breakfast by the time I got back.

"I was beginning to think that you decided to fly back home without me," she said with a hint of seriousness. I was well rebuked.

I sat and reached across the table for her hand. "Hayleigh, I'm sorry. Obviously I had a lot of demons bottled up inside me about my disaster of a relationship with Jennifer, and they go deeper than what happened at the church. Some of them got out and I hurt you. I'm so, so sorry. I'd truly rather take a beating than hurt you. I'll understand completely if want to cut this trip short and go back home."

She smiled a real smile for the first time since my meltdown in the bathroom.

"Shhhh, stop." She gently put her finger on my lips. "You didn't hurt me."

"Hayleigh, I know I did. I saw your eyes when you came out of the bathroom. You had been crying. Don't deny it."

She looked like she was about to start crying again.

"I was crying, Tom, but it wasn't about you, not exactly. When I was in there I kept thinking of what a thoroughly horrid, evil bitch my sister has been."

I was going to say something, but she headed me off.

"Let me finish. I need to say something, and you need to hear it. So listen up!" I hesitated and started to rise, but Hayleigh was a juggernaut. "Sit!" she barked almost loud enough for others to hear.

I sat. She unleashed what I now call the Haylstorm. She didn't raise her voice, but underneath her outward calm she was seething, more than I had ever seen from her before or since.

"Tom, I have some things to say, and you're going to listen. I think you dodged a major bullet by catching my sister screwing my shithead ex. I think you had convinced yourself that you were marrying your true love, but actually you had been questioning your relationship with Jennifer for a long time, and I think your doubts went far beyond how she was treating you in bed. You knew there was a disconnect between you. She even slacked off seeing you, and you wrote it off to her being busy. She was busy alright, busy being a wretched cheating back-stabbing slut!"

I tried to get a word in, but the Haylstorm kicked up a notch.

"Let me finish. You might get so upset that you do fly home without me, but I'm going to say my piece. I saw how Jennifer hardly paid attention when you tried to talk to her about something that interested you. I saw it all the time! She couldn't have cared less about things that interest you. She barely even listened to you. I can't count the times she would interrupt you in mid-sentence to say something completely unrelated to what you were talking about. Or ask you to repeat something because her attention was focused on anything but what you were saying. My mother noticed too, but Jennifer told Mom to mind her own business. Of course, I had no idea how badly she was shortchanging you in the bedroom. And by the way, that crap about not letting you see her naked and stuff wasn't about her being modest. That was about using sex to manipulate you. But even without that I really thought she was a lousy companion for you. I nearly did say something when we were up at the lake house over Spring Break, but it wasn't really my place to say anything, so I didn't. You were going to marry her anyway, because you hadn't stop loving her yet. But it would have ended miserably. Like, really miserably. Ugly awful miserable."

"You see a lot."

"I'm blonde, not blind."

I tried again to speak again, another useless attempt. The Haylstorm would not be deterred.

"And about the sex thing. It wasn't going to get better, it was going to get worse. Catching her with David was beyond horrible for you, but not as horrible as being trapped in a passionless marriage that would have gnawed on you until you became depressed and bitter and mean. Sooner or later you would have compared your one-sided marriage to the healthy relationships of your friends and classmates, and the difference would have eaten at you like cancer. I figure that by your first anniversary you would have been unspeakably wretched and looking for a way out. I think I know you well enough to guess that you still wouldn't have been the one to end it, because you would have done anything to make your marriage work out, and you'd probably be so embarrassed about the situation that you'd have made yourself suicidal before having to admit to a failed marriage. No, you would have kept trying to fix things until Jennifer divorced you. And that's assuming that you hadn't caught on before then that she was banging David or some other skeeze on the side, which would have destroyed you. As it is she only managed to cripple you, but that would have killed your soul. Either way, you'd blame yourself, like you are right now. Try to tell me I'm wrong. You can't, because you know I'm right."

That was a lot to swallow, but when Hayleigh exposed it all to a bright light, I knew she was right about all of it. It pained me to the core to admit it. I had convinced myself that everything was fantastic, and that I was marrying my dream girl. Sometimes the lies we tell ourselves are the easiest lies of all.

"But you were still crying, Hay. I did that to you."

Hayleigh's eyes got watery again. This time she was the one trying to blink away tears.

"No, I was crying because of how furious I am at Jennifer. It wasn't enough that she stabbed her own sister in the back. It wasn't even how disgusting and heinous she was on that recording."

The Haylstorm kicked into hyper-drive. I hadn't thought that was possible.

"Let's call it the way it is," she said ferociously. "Jennifer didn't give a fuck about anyone except Jennifer, not really. Not about me, not my parents, and most certainly not you. She didn't give a fuck about what it was going to do to you when you found her out, and eventually you would have found her out. You got your nose rubbed in it hard when you stumbled onto her cheating, and I've watched you dying inside over it all. You've been a good sport since the wedding day and kept your rage under control. To be honest, Tom, I'm amazed that you haven't completely imploded by now. The more I thought about all of it the madder I got until I knew I was going to start blubbering. So I made a quick detour back into the bathroom, so you wouldn't see me lose it and get even more upset. You may not want to hurt her, but I want to slap the living shit out of her, just for starters!"

I couldn't resist making a small joke. "Remind me not to piss you off."

That seemed to bring us both down to Earth. Hayleigh even laughed a little between tiny sniffles.

"That's right, you better not! Don't forget that I can get to you in your sleep. If I let you sleep."

What an emotional roller-coaster. But my own meltdown apparently wasn't going to crash the rest of the week. The gods did me a solid on that.

"So," I asked cautiously, "can we start over?"

"No."

I looked into dazzling green eyes that betrayed nothing. The ultimate poker face.

"No?" Fuck! I had ruined this after all, this whatever it was with Hayleigh.

"That's right, no we can't." Another enigmatic half-smile accompanied her hands squeezing mine.

"But we can pick up where we left off on the deck this morning. You said that you had something in mind to do this morning but woke up alone. Still interested?" She leaned forward until her face was only inches away from mine. "Because if you don't put out when we get back to our beach house I'm going to force myself on you."

Two minutes later I had signed the chit for breakfast and we were headed back to our rental at double-quick time. But she came to a sudden halt just as we got to the door of our cabin.

"Before we go inside you have to promise me something, and I really mean it." Her tone brooked no room for disagreement. "You have to talk to me. You have to tell me what you like. Tell me what you want! Don't hold back. I'm not some timid 16 year old, and I'm sure as hell not my mega-bitch sister. I'll tell you if I have a problem with what you want to do. And I'll do the same for you. Deal?" She held out her hand, so we could shake on it.

Who in his right mind would balk at that? "That's a deal I can live with," I said with relief. I even shook her hand to seal our deal.

Thirty seconds later we were inside. The door barely closed before Hayleigh kicked off her sandals and pulled her polo over her head. Her bra was so sheer that it was nearly translucent, and her nipples tented the silky fabric. She stopped undressing herself and refocused on me. It took her only seconds to work my shorts down, then she dropped to her knees and pulled my stiffening cock over the top of my boxers. Moments later she had me in her mouth, swirling her tongue all around the tip while moving me slightly in and out. I hated that the thought even popped into my brain, but Jennifer wasn't half this good at her best. Fleeting thoughts of Jennifer disappeared when I saw Hayleigh's tongue lovingly caress my helmet. Every flick of her tongue sent an electric jolt of pleasure directly to my brain.

"Hayleigh, sweetheart, I love what you're doing but if you keep going I'm going to blow."

She looked up at me with her fabulous green eyes glimmering through blonde bangs. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm." That long vibrating humming nearly pushed me over the edge. Not a moment too soon she let me slide out of her exquisitely warm mouth.

"We can't have that. Not yet."

She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed me hard.

"Close the curtains and get undressed. I have to go to the potty. All that tea I had at breakfast is running right through me!"

She grabbed something out of her purse and dashed to the bathroom.

I pulled down the sheets that we had loosely tossed back over the bed, and closed the curtains. I had just pulled off my own polo when Hayleigh called to me from the bathroom. My cock ached. I wasn't completely convinced that Hayleigh wasn't giving me a charity fuck, but I was going to roll with it.

"Tom, can you come here? I need your help with something."

"Be right there!" I shouted back. Housekeeping hadn't stopped yet to make up the room, so I stopped to put the "do not disturb" sign on the outside of the door and locked it. A untimely visit would sure derail the mood. I had done enough of that all my myself. No need for outside help.

I walked into the bathroom to find Hayleigh sitting on the vanity top wearing nothing but a smile. Her legs, crossed at the ankles, dangled over the edge.

"Come here," she said while motioning me toward her. "Kneel down in front of me."

I didn't notice until then that she arranged several towels on the floor, apparently to serve as cushions for my knees. I didn't know what she had planned, but I was more than willing to let her take control. I knelt in front of her as she had asked.

The primal smell of her pussy filled my nose. Her face screamed unrestrained lurid playfulness.

"I know that you've seen a few of these before," she said while lightly stroking herself, "but I want you to be INTIMATELY familiar with MY girl bits and how they work. Interested?"

She was going to ruin me for all other women. I decided to play along with her game. Criminy, who wouldn't?

"Very interested. In fact, I can see myself devoting a lifetime of study to this one subject."

"Good! A student learns better when he wants to dive into the material!"

Her efforts to keep a straight face among all of the stupid puns had mixed success. I did my very best to look at her face instead of the glistening pink pussy lips pulling themselves apart only inches away.

She stifled another giggle and continued with her faux lecture.

"This course has both lectures and labs. In the labs you will be able to put what you've learned in the lectures to practical use. Are you ready to begin?"

"Hell yes, professor. Let's get started!" And to think that I almost let this girl get away from me.

She lifted her legs and placed her feet on my shoulders. Her legs fell more open, causing the petals of her inner lips to part further. She was completely exposing herself without the least sign of embarrassment or hesitation. She pointed to her puffy outer lips and lightly rubbed them.

"These are the labia majora. I like to keep mine shaved, but that can be changed if someone were to ask. There will be a lecture and demonstration later on about shaving, and a lab where the student can try his hand at it." She was really getting into the role-play now. She then slowly pulled her outer lips aside, causing her darker pink inner lips to splay out.

"These are the labia minora. Mine tend to stick out a little bit, as you can see. You can see, can't you? Take a good look."

I just nodded my head. I couldn't tear my eyes away from her pussy now. It was beautiful. It took all my willpower not to lick her, but that would have broken character. She was firmly in control of this game.

"The insides of these are really, really sensitive," she remarked as she dragged a finger along the inside of her petals. "A tongue would probably feel fantastic against them."

That last remark caught me by surprise. "What do you mean 'probably'? I don't mean to pry but, ummm, didn't he ever....?"

She dropped out of character and flashed a really pissed-off look.

"No, he didn't. Oh, he liked blowjobs, but he told me that I got 'too wet' down there."

"He's an idiot."

The Hayleigh sparkle appeared briefly, and she caught herself and reverted back to her role-play. She pulled her inner lips apart, exposing herself fully.

"This of course is the vaginal opening. This is where you are going to put your hard cock, over and over again."

Some moisture leaked out and ran down the crease of her taint. She had me so hard that I could have driven a nail into the knot of a hickory board.

Hayleigh's annotated tour continued. "That little hole you see just above my vaginal opening is where I pee. More on that later."

She must have known what she was doing to me, which was to drive me insane. It was the most ingenious tease imaginable, custom-made just for me.

"Finally, this little nub up here is my clitoris." She pulled her lips apart at the top so that it poked outside its natural covering. "Mine usually gets bigger when it's stimulated. But it's insanely sensitive when it gets like that, so be gentle!"

She lifted her feet from my shoulders and let her legs resume dangling from the counter-top. "Any questions so far?" She had on her best innocent poker face. She was absolutely killing me, and she knew it. She was reveling in it.

"No questions so far," I told her. "I'm just eager to start the practical applications part."

She paused. Her face betrayed that she still hadn't made a decision on something, but I had no idea what the something was. She took a deep breath and hopped off the counter-top. The decision had been made.

"There's still one more part of this lecture before we move on to the lab." She sidestepped away from me and sat down on the very back part of the toilet seat. She spread her legs as wide as the space allowed. "You said that you've never seen a girl pee before, right?"

I nodded. Was she going to....? I was so hard that it was acutely uncomfortable.

"Come over here," she said while pointing to the floor directly in front of her. "Now watch closely. This material is going to be on the test, so get as close as you would like so you can see clearly."

I shuffled over on my knees in front of her, and placed my head about even with her hips. Nothing happened for several seconds. It started as only a few dribbles, then suddenly a torrent shot out from her inner lips, and a loud hissing sound again filled the room. It seemed to go on forever, but eventually the stream slowed to a trickle, and then back to a few dribbles before stopping completely. When I looked up her head was turned slightly away. I think she was a little embarrassed by her exhibition. It wasn't lost on me that she did it for me. All of it was for me. I don't know how much that elaborate tease cost her sense of modesty, but she willingly paid it. For me.

She broke character again. "I didn't gross you out, did I?"

"Are you kidding? Not a bit! That was incredible!"

My reaction must have amused her. "Guys are so easy! Show some leg and they stare. Flash a boob and they drool. Expose a hint of kitty and they get hard. Let them see you pee and they think they've discovered a new planet or something!"

What could I say? "I know, I know. It's that damn Y chromosome. I'm just frightened about what else you have up your sleeve."

That prompted a conspiratorial look. "We're not done yet." She reached over to the countertop and opened a foil packet of a handy-wipe. "I need to clean up for you." She unfolded the moistened towelette and gave it to me. "Front to back, a few times, gently." She took my hand and guided it to her spread open lips, then meshed her fingers with mine as she guided me. I think I heard her make a sharp intake of breath when we first made contact, but I was too focused on what I was doing to be sure what I heard.

"Now you can check 'See a Girl Pee' off your bucket list," she said brightly. "Or leave it unchecked if you'd like a refresher course some time." God help me.

Hayleigh and I had the same idea at the same time; we both leaned forward and kissed. Slowly, gently, but insistently. She put her mouth next to my ear. "Take me to bed, right now," she whispered. "I'm so worked up I'm gonna scream."

We only took a few steps before she went back to the shelves above the bathtub and grabbed an armful of bath towels. She shrugged her shoulders. "You know me. Just in case." She lightly ran the fingernails of her free hand under my nuts as she walked past. That alone nearly pushed me over the edge.

She bent at the waist at the side of the bed as she arranged the towels. As I said before, I judged my sister Danni to have the world's second-best ass, bested only by Jennifer's. I was wrong. First place was right in front of me. I had to touch her. I positioned myself behind her, and let my over-swollen cock nestle between the firm cheeks of Hayleigh's magnificent caramel-colored booty. My hands cradled the points of her hips and I pulled her back into me. She stopped arranging the towels and dropped her head, supporting her herself on outstretched arms and weakening legs.

"I like it from behind, if that's what you have in mind." Her voice was low, uneven.

I desperately wanted that too, but I knew I wouldn't last. "I'll try, Sweetheart, but I'm even more worked up than I was yesterday. I'll probably won't last long enough to get the tip inside you." I started dragging the head of my cock down her crack. I felt it glide past her anus and slide through the thick folds of her pussy. She suddenly broke contact and turned to face me.

"We can't have that," she said matter of factly, and sat on the edge of the bed, still facing me. "Let's take some of the pressure off so I can enjoy you." She leaned forward and in one continuous motion took me deeply into her mouth. She backed off a little and twirled her tongue around the tip, just like she had done when we first got back from breakfast. I wasn't even going to last ten seconds.

"Hay, you better slow down or--"

Nothing doing. Her small hands grasped my hips so I couldn't pull back and she took in as much as me as her mouth could handle. Then she looked me right in the eyes. That did it. Jet after jet pumped into her mouth, causing her cheeks to balloon out almost comically as she tried to swallow it all. I know it couldn't have been more than several tablespoon's worth or so, but it felt like a quart. She coughed a little when she pulled away and then started giggling.

"Wow, maybe I overdid it there!" She nodded toward the bathroom and started giggling again after wiping her chin on her wrist. I knelt in front of her and kissed her on her cheeks, and then on her lips. She was oddly tentative, almost as if she didn't want me to kiss her.

"Is something wrong?" I wondered how I had messed up this time.

"I just didn't expect you to do that." Being kissed on the lips unsettled her, and I didn't know why. My confusion must have shown. "The same jackass who said I got too wet also wouldn't kiss me on the mouth after I did that for him. He said guys don't do that."

My disgust for David ticked up another level. "Like hell they don't." I held her face in my hands and kissed her deeply. I made a point of exploring her delightful mouth with my tongue.

"Wow," she said, "a girl could get used to this!" She lifted a leg and stroked my cock with her knee "If you're settled down now, I'd really like to have you inside me."

"Nope."

"Nope?" she asked in confusion.

"Not yet. Lie back." I eased her down onto the bed and knelt between her knees. She knew what was coming.

I started by nibbling on the inside of her legs, around her ankles. I made a point of working slowly upward. Every square inch received leisurely, focused attention. Sometimes I would lightly run the tip of my tongue along the splayed petals of her inner lips, but only for a moment, and then go back to nipping at the taut skin of her thighs. By the time I returned to the creamy flesh where her thighs met her pussy she was squirming and letting out plaintive whimpers. Good. I wanted to drive her out of HER mind for a change.

I must have been doing something right, because the towel under her was getting soaked. I lifted her up enough to slip a dry towel under her and set her gently back down. It was time to get serious. I parted her outer lips with my fingers and gently sucked one of her inner lips fully into my mouth. I ran the tip of my tongue slowly up and down the inner surface of her swollen petals, occasionally swirling my tongue in circles around her opening. I took my time. If a found a spot that caused a bigger reaction, I teased by backing off and slowly working my way back. It was working, because fluids were leaking out of her in an endless trickle while her thighs randomly contracted and shook. She pulled at my hair with one hand, while the other clutched at the bedsheet. "So good. So damn good!" she mumbled disjointedly as my tongue probed her folds in lazy circles.

Then I changed up the game. I dragged the flat of my tongue upward through her inner lips until I felt that little pea-sized bump. Except it wasn't exactly pea-sized now. It stuck out about a quarter-inch, and was an angry shade of red. I sucked it gently into my lips and let my tongue poke and swirl around it. I didn't really know what I was doing, but I figured her reactions would let me know if I was on the right track. Hayleigh let out a little yelp before grabbing my head by the hair with both hands and holding me tightly to her pussy. I looked upward as best I could. Her eyes were scrunched closed hard and she was biting at her lips. It was time get her home.

I managed somehow to get my hand between her clenching thighs. Two fingers finally wormed into her vise-tight pussy and felt around for that bumpy patch of rougher tissue that legend said marked her G-spot. I curled my fingers repeatedly into that pebbly little rough patch and lip-nibbled a bit harder on her engorged clit.

Hayleigh didn't react as I had expected. The first time I experienced her orgasm she made a low growl and poured liquid out of her pussy. Not this time. This time she screamed. I mean she literally screamed. Loudly. A long, drawn-out howl of unrestrained female ecstasy. It wasn't even words, like you'd see in trashy porn or an X-rated movie. None of that "oh-my-fucking-god" stuff. It was primal and loud and purely female to its core. It scared me for a moment; I thought maybe I had hurt her. To be honest, I was jealous. Her release seemed a dozen times more intense than anything I had ever experienced.

But the scream was only half of it. This time her fluids didn't pour out of her pussy, there were also a couple of strong jets of warm slippery liquid that blasted against my hand and my chin. When the floodwaters stopped I slowly extracted my fingers. I was going to lie down next to her and hold her, but she turned on her side and half curled up into a ball. She was beyond spent. I spooned behind her and lightly stroked her hair and shoulders.

She didn't say anything for several minutes. She hardly even moved. Her first words were barely audible.

"WHAT did you do to me?" An almost imperceptible smile. "I think I pulled a muscle in my tummy!" Definitely laughing now. "Oh crap, it hurts to laugh!"

"So how did I do in the lab? Did I apply the information from your lecture properly?" I leaned down to kiss her neck and around her ears. The scent of her peach-scented body wash barely won the battle with the smell of aroused pussy and squirt that filled the room.

"Oh yeah, you get an 'A' in for the lab." Hayleigh appeared to be considering what she said next. "Just don't go blabbing about what you've learned, OK?"

"Never. You have my word on it."

"That's all I need to hear." She leaned up to kiss me, then got a panicked look on her face. "What time do we have to be at the airport or whatever for the flightseeing thing?"

"The shuttle leaves here at 1:30."

Hayleigh looked at the wall clock. "Thank God! It's only 11 now. I thought I made us miss it. Can we skip lunch or grab a snack later?"

I nodded. "Sure. Why?"

"We agreed to tell each other what we want, remember? You already half killed me, and I love you for it, but what I still need is to be fucked. Not made love to. Fucked. Like it's the last sex you'll have for the rest of your life. I don't care what position we do it in. Just keeping pounding into me until you can't go any more. Will you do that for me?"

She didn't have to ask twice. She might have been asking just to try to build up my ego, but I wasn't going to argue the point. An opportunity like this may never come again in my life. I remembered what she said earlier about liking it from behind, so I gently grabbed her hips to position her facing down with her tight booty perched diagonally on the lower corner of the bed.

Hayleigh looked over her shoulder at me and swiped handfuls of blonde hair away from her face. "Tom, I won't break. My kitty can take whatever you can dish out."

Well then, if that wasn't a hint, I don't know what was. I dragged her to where I wanted her, prone on the bed with her glorious ass hanging over the corner of the mattress. She propped her chest off the bed on her elbows, so that her perky tits hung down and swayed. When I positioned myself behind her she spread her legs wide, fully exposing her sopping wet pussy. Running the head of my cock roughly through her folds, I pushed against her opening. No teasing this time. Even as wet as she was, her pussy was tighter than a snare drum. I had to work my cock into her bit by bit, but once fully inside I was able to begin a steady pace. She pushed back toward me every time I thrust into her, grunting in rhythm with each thrust. The combination of her lovely feminine voice and her guttural moaning was music.

Hayleigh was lost in carnal pleasure. Her small hands were balled into white-knuckled fists clutching the bedcover as if she were hanging on for dear life. Every plunge into her pussy elicited a squeaky whimper. I felt like I had caught my second wind. Hayleigh asked to be pounded and I was going to bang that pussy with all I had. I grasped her firmly by her hips and slammed into her with full-length strokes for at least three minutes, maybe more. To this day I don't know how I managed not to boil over sooner.

Hayleigh's whimpers soon turned to that low growling that signaled she was close. At this point it was a race to see whether she would cum before I did, and I so badly wanted to hold off for her. Her delightful growls and a splash of warm liquid coating my cock announced that she won the race. But she had asked me to keep at it until I couldn't continue, so I pressed on. She managed to gasp out a weak "Don't stop!" I didn't last much longer after that. Hayleigh growled again and her pussy clenched down just as I was pushing in. That did me in. Her eyes opened wide when I started filling her.

"Oh FUCK!" she yelped. "I feel you!"

I took a firm hold of her hips and pulled her ass as hard into my groin as I could. I probably didn't have much juice left after she drained me with the blowjob, but it felt like torrents. My grip on her hips loosened, and we fell forward together, with my on top of her back and my cock still buried inside. Neither of us moved for a while. When we finally uncoupled we barely had the strength to crawl up onto the upper part of the bed. Hayleigh slipped into what I was coming to recognize as her favorite position of being stretched out alongside me, with her head nestled into my shoulder and a leg crossed over my groin. I absent mindedly played with her hair, twisting and turning it through my fingers.

"What time is it? she murmured, while nestling her tits into my side.

I craned my head upward to see the wall clock next to the big-screen TV. "11:20. We still have plenty of time to get cleaned up and be on time to catch the shuttle."

Hayleigh laughed to herself. "You've been absolutely pounding my kitty since 11! No wonder my guts feel like churned butter. That's a good thing, by the way."

She drew tighter to me and nibbled at my ear. "Join me for a shower? You can scrub my back."

"Love to!" We disentangled and made our way to the bathroom. I noticed for the first time how much Hayleigh's wheat and light strawberry-blonde hair contrasted with her natural light butterscotch skin. Another image I wanted burned into my memory.

I opened a new bar of scented soap and Hayleigh grabbed her bottle of Spring Peaches body wash and shampoo from the vanity. The shower was indeed huge, and the warm water hitting us from several different angles was something different for both of us. There were deep tiled benches to sit on at both ends of the shower, and small water jets that could be turned on to spray someone sitting on each bench.

The water was wonderfully warm in no time. Hayleigh and I doused ourselves under the overhead rainmaker shower head while exchanging little gropes and kisses. The only thing that kept me from attaining a raging erection was that I needed to recharge. Still, Hayleigh noticed that I was chubbing out, and started her adorable half-laugh half-giggle. She ran her hand gently under my balls.

"That thing just doesn't quit, does it?"

"Sorry. This is a new experience for me, and there is that Y chromosome I keep reminding you about."

"Well I have never showered with you, either." She took the bar of soap and started lathering me up. "Oh, wait, you mean you haven't showered with a girl before? So you and Jennifer never?

"Nope. This is a genuine first for me, unless you count tub baths with my sister when we were toddlers."

Hayleigh stood on her tip-toes and threw her arms around my neck. Her soap-slickened tits felt incredible against my chest. She gave me the sweetest kiss imaginable. "To tell the truth," she said between smooches, "this is a first for me, too. We can teach each other how to get all the nooks and crannies clean."

We spend the next half hour or so doing just that. It was sexual, of course, but in its own way it was more sensual than when we were fucking like crazed weasels. Lathering Hayleigh's long blonde hair in shampoo was an erotic treat all in itself. I knew full well what was happening. I was falling hard for her, which was absurd given that not more than three days earlier I was head over heels for someone else. I refused to acknowledge reality, and no way in hell was I going to tap the brakes. I hoped I would survive the fall when I hit the ground.

It didn't take us long to towel off, though I would have been glad to spend the next hour or so doing that. Hayleigh towel-dried her hair and combed it out half-damp because we didn't have the time left for more. She was still gorgeous even when more or less thrown together, and I told her so. "You're so full of it!" she retorted while applying fresh lip gloss. "But I still love hearing you say it," and then she kissed me on the cheek. She had the same glow when I complimented her at the airport.

Before we left the room I called housekeeping to ask for our room to be tidied. Hayleigh blushed when she heard me ask them to leave us a bunch of extra bath towels. "If I run into one of the maids I will die from embarrassment on the spot!" Hayleigh glowed, and I fell a little deeper into the Hayleigh whirlpool.

We hadn't gotten more than a twenty feet toward the main building when we ran into the couple who were staying in the beach house next to ours. They looked to be in their late thirties. We exchanged the usual introductory greetings. They were on vacationing from Vermont, which accounted for the accents. The husband, Robert, was pleasant but he was inexplicably uneasy. His wife Denise, on the other hand, unmistakably was upset about something, and judging by the way she looked at me, I was the something. She asked Hayleigh if she could talk with her in private for a moment, which was weird as hell. What could a perfect stranger want to talk to Hayleigh about privately? Hayleigh looked confused too, but she followed Denise anyway.

They stopped a short distance away, but out of earshot. It was nearly impossible to get a good read on what was going on in the conversation merely by facial expressions and body language, except that Denise was wound up about something, and Hayleigh was fidgeting. Robert kept trying to make small talk in a forced way that told me he was trying to keep me occupied while his wife talked with Hayleigh. Then I saw Hayleigh blush as deeply as I've ever seen someone blush, and throw her hands up over her face.

I was about to go walk over to find out what the hell was going on when Hayleigh said something to Denise, who then blushed herself, and the two of them started laughing together like they were longtime friends. They talked briefly and Denise gave Hayleigh a sisterly hug before the two of them rejoined Robert and me.

Whatever it was, Denise was fine now. She even smiled oddly at me, as if she were making an appraisal. "Nice to meet you both," Denise said pleasantly, and then to Hayleigh, "you two have a good time!" Denise grabbed her husband's arm and they headed off together down the walkway to the main building while having a very animated conversation. Hayleigh was doing her best to stifle laughter.

"What the heck was that about?" I asked as we trailed slowly behind our new acquaintances.

Hayleigh put her arm around my waist as we walked. "You should know, it's your fault!"

"My fault? What's my fault? What did I do?"

"Well, remember this morning when I got a little loud?" Hayleigh's expression was an incongruous mixture of amusement and embarrassment. I nodded. "Denise and Robert heard me." She blushed hard. "And Denise was afraid that I was being hit or abused or something. Denise almost called the main desk to see about sending someone out to check on us, or to call the police, but Robert talked her out of it."

A wave of panic washed over me. "Oh. My. God. That would have been interesting! But what was all the laughing and hugging?"

Now Hayleigh was laughing outright. "I had to convince her that I was one hundred per cent OK, and I thought the best way to do that was to tell her the truth, that we were fooling around in bed and that you rocked my kitty. Not in those words exactly, but something pretty close to that." Hayleigh was very satisfied with herself. She hugged me closer to her as we walked.

"So that explains Denise blushing and laughing and the hugging. What'd she say when you told her?"

"She apologized for being nosy and for jumping to the wrong conclusion, and I told her it was nice of her to be concerned."

"Ah, then we don't have a problem. Anything else?"

"Yes, there was one other thing." Hayleigh was trying to keep a straight face, with little success. "She wanted to know if she could borrow you for a night."

"She did NOT say that! No way!"

Hayleigh kept laughing. "She did! She really did!"

"Well," I intoned, "what time does she want me over?"

That crack earned me a not entirely playful jab in the ribs. "Just remember," Hayleigh said crisply, "I'm not beyond ripping a guy's balls off." The slightest hint of a smile curling at the ends of her lips betrayed her attempt to play-act at being offended.

I feigned deep thought. "On second thought, I think I'll stay in this evening."

"A wise decision. I'll make it worth your while."

We made it to the shuttle just in time. It was a short trip to the cove where the flightseeing aircraft operated. We had reserved seats on a recently refurbished Beaver DHC2 turbine conversion float plane. Hayleigh wasn't sure about the trip when she saw the Beaver; she had never flown on anything smaller than the usual commercial aircraft, and a Beaver on floats was something else altogether. I was able to convince her that it was safe and that she would love it. "Remember what I said before," she told me nervously, "if I die in this thing my ghost will haunt you forever."

The conversion seated six, so there were two other couples along with us. I settled accounts with the pilot, and we boarded and took our seats in the cabin before the others. We were lucky to get the prime seats right behind the pilot that had the larger side windows plus the forward view. The pilot was skilled. Our takeoff was smooth as silk and we attained target altitude quickly in near-perfect skies.

The tour took us east of Nassau toward Eleuthera. We followed the Eastern coast of the island past Governors Harbor and Rock Sound. After we had been in the air for a while Hayleigh's jitters subsided and she really got into the small plane experience. She was constantly pointing out things she saw and trying to take photos on her cell phone. She was like a little kid on her first ride on a Ferris Wheel. I think I enjoyed watching Hayleigh as much as I enjoyed the scenery below us.

We headed southward toward Arthurs Town on Cat Island. The pilot set down in some glass-smooth water in a cove near Port Howe. Hayleigh's apprehension had returned as we lined up for the water landing, but the pilot had it nailed and set down so smoothly that it was difficult to tell that we had actually made contact with the water. We taxied to a small dock area so that everyone could get out and stretch their legs, and the pilot opened up the stowage behind the rearward seats to retrieve some coolers that held light lunches and refreshments for everyone.

We had a good hour or so at the cove to wander around the beach area and explore, then we got back in for the return leg. We headed around the left hook of Cat Island and followed the western coast back up toward the southwest tip of Eleuthera and toward the western side of Rock Sound. We essentially flew northbound on Eleuthera back toward the northern tip of the island, and then a sharp jag southwest back toward our original departure point in Nassau. Hayleigh was eating it all up like it was cotton candy.

It turned out that I'd created a flying addict. When we got back on shore all she could talk about was how much fun it was in the Beaver and ask me torrent of questions. Does my father still fly? Does he have his own plane? How much does it cost to buy one? Did I think my father would take her on a flight? She was shocked when I told her that a ship like that turbo conversion would run her about a million bucks, give or take. She scrunched up her nose at that news. "Then you better be a really good lawyer so we can buy one, or else I'm going to have to marry a rich doctor. So study hard!"

That was interesting. Did Hayleigh hinting that we had a future, or was she just being silly? "Oh, so now you want me to buy you an airplane! And here I was thinking that you were just using me for sex."

Hayleigh flashed another ambiguous smile. "Maybe I am. For now." She took my hand as we walked back to the hotel shuttle area. "I did really love that trip though! If your father can stand the sight of me, maybe he really would take me on a ride one day."

I liked the idea of that. Jennifer went up with us once, and she didn't like it. Too small, too cramped, too bumpy, too loud, too drafty, too everything. Hayleigh was right; Jennifer and I didn't have much in common, not even the things we liked to do for fun. How could I have been so oblivious?

"My father likes you, Hayleigh. He just happens to think that we're being foolish and irresponsible by going on this trip. He also threatened me with bodily harm if I hurt you. I think he'd jump at the chance to take you up."

We decided to head back to the resort and have dinner. We were both hungry after having only the picnic lunch on Cat Island. Housekeeping had serviced the beach house. Hayleigh busted out laughing when she saw a generous resupply of bath, face, and hand towers filling the racks in the bathroom. "Think that will get us through the night?" She winked at me playfully and sat down at the vanity to brush out her tousled hair.

"If we run out you can go next door and get some from Denise."

Hayleigh haphazardly threw a still-wrapped bar of soap at me. "Jerk!" She resumed brushing her hair. "So, do we have plans for tonight after dinner?"

"I thought we could go to one of the casinos. Unless you'd rather do something else." She was all over the casino idea.

I stood behind her and massaged her shoulders while she combed. "Hey, can I do that for you?"

She handed me her brush. "You're spoiling me, you know that, don't you?" I brushed her blonde tresses in long, gentle strokes.

"Maybe I was looking for an excuse to get my hands on you."

She leaned her head backward into my stomach and looked up at me. "You don't need an excuse, dimwit!" She raised an arm to pull my head down for a kiss. "And you still haven't told me what you like. So far I'm the only one who's bared her triple-X-rated soul. Along with casting away any shred of modesty."

We kissed again. "What do I like? I like YOU. And I like spoiling you, if that's what you want to call it."

We decided to go into town for dinner. On the recommendation of the resort's concierge we snagged reservations at a cafe-style restaurant that specialized in French-Italian Mediterranean fare. As it turned out, we shared a fondness for that style of cuisine, and the concierge remarked that the atmosphere was "very romantic." Hayleigh gathered some clothes that she had hung in the closet when we arrived, and disinvited me from the bathroom while she changed. I was specifically admonished "no peeking."

It was worth it the wait. Hayleigh emerged wearing a knee-length pleated ivory skirt and a deep green silk blouse that picked up the color of her emerald-green eyes. Her long blonde hair was swept back and gathered by a green velvet ribbon that perfectly matched her blouse. A pair of three-inch ivory heels that matched her skirt exactly completed the ensemble. She performed a crisp pirouette that caused her skirt to flare out at the pleats, briefly exposing her toned mid-thigh area before falling back into place. She had done it to me yet again. Objectively, any college campus would have dozens upon dozens of women who were "prettier" or "sexier" than Hayleigh, as men measure those things. But not in my eyes. Objectivity left the room long ago.

"Do I look OK for dinner?" she asked demurely, as if she didn't know that she was dazzling. But oh, she knew. She somehow had scanned my subconscious to find out what I found attractive, and then executed the look to perfection.

"You're kidding, right? You look fabulous!" I fell deeper still into the gravitational well of Hayleigh Michelle Fredrickson.

The Hayleigh sparkle leapt out, which was becoming like a narcotic for me. The happier she was, the happier I was, and I wanted more. I was in free fall, and I was willing it to happen. She walked over to me and rubbed her cheek against mine, and then leaned up to whisper in my ear. "I told you that I play dirty. And you should shave again." She nipped at my earlobe before pulling away and motioning to the wall clock. Now hurry--I'm getting hungry!"

When I came out of the bathroom after touch-up shaving and cleaning up I found that she had again laid out clothes for me. Her selections of course complemented her own outfit. Not that anyone would be looking at me. She was radiant, which was evident when we walked through the main building lobby to get to a taxi. It was almost comical. Every male from 16 to 86 took a long appreciative look at the diminutive blonde who was holding my hand, though with varying degrees of success in not being obvious about it.

I told Hayleigh about everyone checking her out during the taxi ride, but she thought I was exaggerating about a few furtive glances. "You guys really are slaves to that Y chromosome, aren't you?"

"You have no idea."

She made a sympathetic pouty-face and deftly pulled her skirt up to expose her thighs almost up to her panties without the driver seeing her. It was much less easy for me to adjust myself discretely. "Guys are so easy" she mouthed silently to me.

The restaurant was just as the concierge described. We were seated at a small table away from most of the other patrons. I suggested that we try the Italian-style steak, vegetables, and salad for two entree, which she jumped at. We ordered a bottle of Syrah to go with the heavily spiced Italian beef. I learned that although generally liked her rabbit food, she really liked a good steak. We shared a leisurely meal. It was the next edition of a fantasy dream date. I owed Karma.

Our conversation easily flitted between what was involved in getting a pilot's license, to my intended housing plans in Chicago, to Hayleigh's desires to work in a clinical setting after graduation. We broached the unpleasant subjects of how Jennifer being out of the picture was going to affect my ability to get through that first difficult year of law school, and how she was going to get along with her sister knowing that she and David had been sneaking around for several months. She was steadfast on that subject: she was moving out. The fact that her father was mistreating her badly was just one more nail in the coffin of staying home. After we finished off the wine we headed by to the beach house to change into something less formal for an evening at the casino.

With the assistance of the ever-helpful concierge we were on our way to one of the more upscale gambling venues. It didn't compare to the truly high-end places where the ridiculously wealthy frolicked, but it was light years better than the Native American casinos back in Wisconsin.

We ordered drinks right off. Hayleigh wanted to try the famous Mojito made with Cuban rum that of course was not available in the United States, so we went with that even though it was more of a Cuban beverage than a Bahamian. It was beyond delicious, and plenty strong. Of course the casino had an interest in having tipsy patrons at the gaming tables.

I gave her $1,000 in cash and told her to have fun. We sampled most of the games. Of course we were slowly drained of money, but we won often enough to stretch the evening out for three or four hours and still had a few hundred in chips left. I left Hayleigh at the roulette wheel while I took a pit stop in the men's room. I was gone for about fifteen minutes because I stopped to watch a few high-stakes players at one of the Blackjack tables. When I got back to the roulette section she was no longer at the players' area. She was standing at a table nearby, frantically waving at me. I made my way to her as quickly as possible through the moderate crowd.

When I finally got to her she threw her arms around my neck and hugged me like there was no tomorrow. She was positively giddy. "Being a dumb blonde finally paid off!" she exclaimed breathlessly.

"Look!" she almost shouted, and pointed at the small table where she had set down her almost drained Mojito. There was a small pile of chips there too, but I recognized right away that they weren't $100 chips, or even $500 chips. There had to be at least two dozen $1,000 chips in the pile and an assortment of lesser values.

"Holy shit, Hayleigh, you won big!" She was beaming at me. "What happened?"

"I told you! Being a dumb blonde paid off!" She described how she was betting $10 and $20 at a time, and pretty much staying even. Then she hit a couple of lower-odds bets and was up about $500. She described how she went for one more spin on a very low probability bet, and hit, putting her up about $2,000 or so.

"Then my blonde moment," she explained, taking the last big sip of her drink. "I wanted to pull out the $1,000 you gave me and most of my winnings, so even if I lost all of my bet we'd go home even and with a little bit more." I nodded along; that made sense. "But I got the chips mixed up in my head, and instead of pulling out $1,000, I only pulled out a couple hundred. And I WON! I mean you won--it was your $1,000 to start with."

I started laughing and couldn't stop. "Absolutely no one is going to believe that story back home. Unbelievable! And that's your money, Hay. I gave the $1,000 to you, win or lose."

Her stern look belied her gentle tone of voice. "We'll talk about that later."

She quickly slipped back into her understandable giddiness. "Say, it's almost 11, and even if we left now we won't get back until nearly midnight. Let's cash out and get out of here before we do something dumb and give this all back to the casino." She had a good point. If you stay, the house will eventually get it all back. My rough estimate of Hayleigh's pile of chips was low. She had a little bit over $28,000 when she cashed out. A taxi got us back just after midnight.

The first thing Hayleigh did when we got back into our room was to secure the gambling cash in the safe in the closet. The second thing she did was to flop face down on the bed, arms and legs akimbo.

"What a day!" she declared. "I'm tired, but I'm way to excited to go to sleep." I straddled Hayleigh's legs just behind her deliciously biteable butt and did my best to give her a relaxing shoulder and neck massage. I'm certainly not a massage-god, or even very good at it, but I could feel her relaxing steadily as I kneaded her shoulders.

After about 10 minutes of my amateur efforts at massage Hayleigh raised her torso up on her elbows. "Tom, that feels great, but if you keep that up I'm going to drift off, and I don't want to fall asleep yet. I haven't had your cock in me since noon, and I'm about ready to climb the walls. And you still haven't told me what YOU like!

I slid off Hayleigh's legs and lay down on my side next to her. "Sorry. I guess I'm embarrassed to talk with you about that. I told Jennifer about some things that I wanted to try and her reactions were mostly 'why would you want to do that?' or 'I'll think about it.' So that's why I've been hesitant."

"I'm not Jennifer."

"My father said the same thing when he dropped me at the airport."

"A-ha!" she said triumphantly. "Your father is a wise man. You should listen to him."

"I'll be sure to tell him you think so."

Hayleigh looked at me for what seemed like forever before speaking. "I have an idea, but you're going to have to trust me, OK?" I nodded and she continued. "Let's get ready for bed. We'll take turns describing something that we like doing or want to try. No judgments. Deal?"

"Deal. You can have the bathroom first if you want."

Hayleigh smiled wickedly. Wantonly. "I'm going to get the ball rolling," she said. "I like casual nudity and I like good-natured teasing, but only with the right guy." She lumbered off the bed and headed for the bathroom, discarding clothes as she went. "Let's go together."

I eagerly followed her. By the time we got there Hayleigh was down to her panties, and I was down to my boxers. She made a point of slowly and elaborately licking a blob of excess toothpaste from her lips while she brushed her teeth. Good natured teasing indeed. The proverbial ball was in my court.

"OK, I like after-play," I told her. She gave me quizzical look. "After sex cuddling, but more than just cuddling. Sexy cuddling, like a sensual cool-down after the main event," I explained. "And she has to like it too or there's really no point. So it has to be with the right girl."

She finished brushing and rinsed her face. "You're kidding, right? What girl wouldn't like that?" I didn't answer her, but she immediately put two and two together. "Oh, right. I keep telling ya, ya dodged a bullet," she said in a sing-song voice. A bullet the size of a cannonball, I told myself.

Hayleigh moved over to the toilet and hooked her thumbs into the top of her panties, pulling them down past her knees. She squatted down and looked right at me. "I think I know something else you like, but you have to tell me. Talking to me means talking."

It wasn't so much that she had me cornered, it was that she was right. What else had she figured out about me that she wasn't letting on? Well, in for a penny, as they say. "I like to watch you pee, Hayleigh." My cheeks flushed as I admitted my newfound kink.

"I know," she mouthed. She opened her thighs and spread her inner lips with her fingers before starting. Apparently my watching didn't bother her. She really meant no judgments.

"You know what to do," she said expectantly when she finished. I pulled a premoistened towelette from a dispenser and cleaned her as she had taught me earlier that day. She stood when I finished and moved behind me, and then hooked her thumbs on my boxers just as she had done to her panties and pulled them down. "My turn. I want to see if I can aim this thing."

"That might be a problem," I told her. "I'm sorta hard right now, and it's difficult for a guy to go when it's like that."

"Hmmm. I'd heard that from some of my sorority sisters, but I didn't know if it was true. Guys are weird."

"Says someone who bleeds for a week every month and doesn't die."

Hayleigh swatted me on the ass. "Oh, ha-ha-ha. Very funny. Jerk! Just be glad it isn't THIS week." She grabbed a bunch of bath towels from the rack and headed toward the bedroom. "Let's continue this conversation in bed."

She was lying on her side facing me as I approached the bed, naked underneath the thin coversheet. She already had spread layers of towels over half the bed. I mirrored her position.

"My turn, I think," Hayleigh said. "I like using my mouth on you." She blushed a little. "You know what I mean. I didn't much like doing that before."

That was interesting. There was nothing special about my dick that she would suddenly enjoy giving blowjobs. "Can I ask why? You don't have to tell me, but I'm curious."

"Lots of reasons. Are you sure you want to hear this?"

I nodded. I really wanted to know.

"OK," she began, "first, guys seem to think that they're entitled to it, and they're not! It's not a woman's obligation or a required pay-off for buying her dinner! And second, some guys get rough. Just about all of the girls in my sorority have had a guy grab hold of her head and try to jam himself down her throat. That isn't loving or sexy. It's mean and kind of degrading. At least it is to me, though I suppose some girls do like it rough that way."

I had to agree with her on the uninvited rough stuff. I've never understood the calculus behind making a girl hate to do something that you want her to do.

She went on, obviously venting now. "And then there's cumming in a girl's mouth even when she tells a guy she doesn't want him to do that. And the whole no kissing thing after. Like we're supposed to swallow but the guy doesn't want his own stuff to even touch his mouth."

It was quite an explanation. Hayleigh clearly was upset. Some of her own demons were escaping.

"I'm truly sorry if I did any of that to you," I told her.

"That's just it, Tom, you haven't. If you're not careful you'll have to turn in your Male Pig Club membership card."

"So," she said returning to our back and forth of likes and dislikes, "it's your turn again." She ran the arch of her foot lazily up and down my shin.

"OK, I like what you're doing right now."

"A-ha," she exclaimed, "so you're a foot guy after all!"

"I don't know about that," I responded. "I know that I like what you're doing. You do have cute feet though. If that makes me a foot guy, then guilty as charged."

"Damn right you're guilty."

She drew her knee fully upward so that her instep and toes briefly nudged against my balls before going back to stroking my shin. She asked me to tell her something else I liked, or something that I wanted to try, even if I thought it was too far out there. What the hell, nothing ventured, right?

"You asked for it, Hayleigh. The Y chromosome wins in the end." I cleared my throat. "I like to look at your girl bits, spread wide open. I'd like to explore every crease and wrinkle. I love the smell of you, and I love the taste of you. The way you kiss me drives me crazy. Your smile drives me crazy. And your eyes, damn!" She didn't make any faces that suggested she was put off by what I was saying, so I kept going.

"I'd like to wake up some morning with your pussy rubbing against my chin, and do my best to drive you insane with my tongue. I'd like to be awakened in the middle of the night for a quickie and then drift back to sleep in each other's arms. I'd like to--"

I stopped myself. I was going to tell her that I wanted to spend a cold Wisconsin evening huddled up with her under a blanket in front of the fireplace, just watching TV and cuddling, and drifting off to sleep. That although raw sex with her was better than anything I imagined, what I wanted to do was to make love to her. That I wanted her to make love to me. That her pussy was the Eighth Wonder of the World, but I wanted her heart. Too much, too soon. And likely never.

But the ridiculous detour from reality that she and I had created was, in the end, another illusion. Confusing the illusion with reality would lead to hurt, as it had with Jennifer, and I promised not to hurt this girl. Besides, hinting that I wanted a future with her would have made me out a proper fool. What kind of brain-damaged emotionally stunted adolescent goes from nearly marrying one person to falling in love with her sister in the space of three days? Yet none of that changed the fact that I was falling harder for Hayleigh with each passing moment. My worst thought was that I was creating a make-believe Hayleigh, and that she was merely another beloved character in a TV show.

She snapped me out of my spontaneous introspection. "You'd like to what, Tom? You can tell me. I won't get upset."

I wasn't ready to give away that much. I wasn't brave enough. I deflected. "I need to keep a few things in my back pocket. I can't reveal all of my twisted desires at once, can I? I'll tell you when the time is right. Trust me, OK?"

Hayleigh's expression told me she was weighing whether to push the issue. I think she understood that I needed some space, or at least more time to gather up the courage to fully open up to her. She relented.

"Of course I'll trust you."

She moved closer to me and told me to lie down while gently pushing me onto my back. Her leg swung over me and then she settled down, straddling my hips and trapping my erection under her. I felt her wetness coating the underside of my cock as her inner lips splayed around it. Her nipples felt like tiny rocks as she pressed herself fully onto my chest and nuzzled into my ear.

"I had a wonderful time with you today," she whispered. "There's something else that I want to do to end our day."

She raised her hips up a few inches and reached between us. She lightly grasped my erect cock just behind its helmet, and slowly eased me inside her. She could have put it in much faster, but instead she was achingly slow. She wasn't teasing, she was savoring. When I was fully inside she didn't raise her chest off me to go cowgirl. Instead she worked her arms under my neck and kissed me, right into my beating heart. Jennifer had never kissed me like that, even a million years ago back when our relationship was at its emotional and sexual peak. Not even the fantasy women of my juvenile imaginations had kissed me like that. She didn't shove her tongue in my mouth, or bite my lips, or any of the things that usually come to mind if asked to describe a passionate kiss. At that moment I would have sworn on a stack of Bibles that Hayleigh was sharing my mind. She was giving herself over to me. And at that moment I wanted nothing more. My fall was complete. There was no point in continuing to resist. I surrendered fully, knowingly heedless of the likely consequences.

I have no idea how long we kissed. I let my hands graze lightly over every inch of her that was within reach. Eventually she broke off to announce that her hips were getting stiff and she needed to move. I don't know how she did it, but in one smooth motion she lifted her torso up, pulling me upward with her, so that I was sitting up and her pussy was pressed into my groin with my cock still buried inside her. She wrapped her legs around my lower back before leaning herself backward and closing her eyes.

I let my hands caress her sides as she leaned back, and slowly worked toward cupping her perky tits in my palms. I hadn't paid them the attention they deserved. I let my thumbs lightly glide over her nipples while I kissed my way to them, starting at that soft skin behind her ears, down her neck and shoulders, and finally to her breasts themselves. Hayleigh's eyes half-opened. She looked like she was in a trance.

That didn't last long. She pulled us together and hugged me tightly to her, melting us together. She rhythmically flexed her thighs, causing my cock to move inside her while her pussy squeezed all around me. My hands found their way to her hips, and I matched her rhythm as best I could. It didn't take long before she shut her eyes hard and bit her lower lip. She exhaled sharply, making a whooshing sound right before I felt a small spasm of warm liquid wash over my balls. I was right behind her. I hugged her close to me as I released inside her.

We remained in that position for several minutes, even after my erection subsided and I slipped out, unhurriedly exchanging tiny kisses and haphazard caresses. Eventually though we had to move. Hayleigh rolled off me and stretched out on the bed. I told her that I would be right back and headed for the bathroom. I ran hot water over a couple of washcloths, wrung them out, and took them to the bedroom.

Hayleigh made a silly smile when she saw the washcloths. "Sorry. I got us messy. Again." She held out a hand for one of the washcloths.

"Let me," I told her. She gave me a knowing smile.

"You don't fool me! You just want to gawk at my bits." She rolled onto her back and pulled her knees up to her chest. Her pussy splayed fully open, glistening and pink. "Not that I mind." Then out of nowhere she started giggling. I had no idea why.

"Want to let me in on the joke?"

"I don't know why this popped into my head," she said between barely suppressed ripples of laughter, "but if my mother saw us right now she'd have a seizure!"

"Better her than your father though, right?"

"Yeah, well my father already thinks I'm a slut, so what's the diff?"

"I doubt he really thinks that. He's upset, and in fairness, who can blame him?"

"I suppose," she mused, "but what he said still hurts."

"I know it does. Give it time. Now, I need to get started before these washcloths get cold!"

I took my time cleaning her. I would wipe clean a small area and then pat it dry with the other washcloth, and then lightly kiss that spot before moving on to the next.

Hayleigh rested her calves on my back when I finished. "You are completely spoiling me. I don't know how I'm going to go back to normal life after this."

"We could just stay here for the rest of our lives. We send you to the casinos once a week and we're all set."

"Brilliant long term plan, dork. I think I'll stick with my plan to marry a rich doctor."

I had to force a smile. Even that innocent jest made me jealous of the lucky guy who would marry this girl. Frying pan to fire.

She swung her legs from my shoulders and pushed herself off the bed. "I'll be back in minute. I need to tinkle again and warm up a washcloth for you."

She returned with a fresh washcloth and another bath towel, which she swapped for the dampened one that had been under us. "No sense sleeping on a wet spot, right?" She got on her knees at the side of the bed. "Now lie down and relax."

I lay back on the bed and did my best to relax. It was a losing battle. I started getting hard as soon as she lifted my scrotum to clean underneath. She left my cock for last. I got fully erect when she massaged it with the warm washcloth.

"Looks like someone needs more attention. Can't have you trying to go to sleep like that!" She ran her tongue along my length and slowly enveloped the tip with her lips.

"Sweetheart, you don't have to--"

"Shhhh," she whispered, "I really want to do this. Don't worry about warning me. Just enjoy."

She rested her cheek on my abdomen, with her face only inches away from the tip of cock. Then she started stroking me, moving her hand to different spots along my length. If her ministrations in one area got a reaction she lingered there before trying out a new spot. She discovered that the spot just under the tip had the most effect. She continued with short strokes before moving her head downward and taking me again into her mouth. Her lips glided so slowly it was almost torture. I wasn't going to last much longer. My warning that I was on the edge only emboldened her. She closed her lips around me and lashed the head of my cock with her tongue, and didn't stop until I stopped twitching.

After cleaning me up again she turned out the light and crawled into bed next to me. She stretched out alongside me in her usual position, her inner thigh raised to rest on mine just under my groin, her cheek nestled in the hollow of my shoulder, and her arm draped across my chest. I toyed with her hair with one hand, and caressed her arm with my other. Her fingers traced delicate circles on my chest. It was quickly becoming my favorite position in bed. My hand eventually found the small of her back and the small dimples above her butt, where I let my fingers graze. She gently ground her damp pussy against my leg as I slowly ran my palm along the length of her torso, lightly following the luscious contours of her waist and hips, then back up again.

"That feels nice," she sighed.

Our mutual caresses inevitably slowed to a crawl. I had nearly drifted off to sleep when Hayleigh's voice pulled me back.

"Tom, I really did have a wonderful day with you."

"So did I. I can't wait to tell my father that I've found a flying freak for him to entertain. The evening was wonderful, too."

Hayleigh didn't say anything right away.

"Better than wonderful. Tonight you were, I don't know, different."

"I was? Different how?"

"If I didn't know better, I might think that it wasn't just sex for you."

"I was thinking the same thing about you."

"Don't be silly. Of course it wasn't just about sex for me. I've had a thing for you for a long time, remember? What's your reason?"

"Could be that I have a thing for you, too, Hayleigh Michelle."

"Don't tease me, Thomas James. Not about that."

I hugged her to me, just a little closer. "I'm asking you to trust me on this, too."

"I will, Tom. We're already trusting each other on a lot of things. What's one more?"

She craned her head up to find my lips and kissed me, almost chastely. "Goodnight," she said before nestling back into my shoulder.

"Goodnight, Hay."

I fell asleep imagining us bundled up in blankets in front of a fireplace on a sub-zero Wisconsin night.

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That's it for Part 4. Part 5, will pick up on Wednesday morning, when things get fun again. And to those who have followed me after my first submission, V is for Victory-Not!, thank you all for your generous words and support, and for your thoughtful critiques.