Wedding Bell Blues Pt. 05

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).

Part 5 picks up on Wednesday morning. This installment has more sex as Hayleigh and Tom work out their personal issues, and Hayleigh lets some of her own demons out of their cages. Tom's sister, Danni, gives him a new perspective to chew on.

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~~~ TUESDAY EVENING ~~~

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.

~~~ WEDNESDAY ~~~

We were awakened late by Hayleigh's cell phone. We didn't set an alarm so we could sleep in. We had shifted around during the night, so that when we woke up I was spooning her and our backs were to the table where our phones were. She crawled over me and flopped down sideways over my torso to reach her phone. It was a nice view!

"Hi, Mom.... No, we were just waking up....... What do you mean, why are we still in bed this late?...... Do you REALLY want to know?... Didn't think so....... For the millionth time, mother, I'm on birth control.... Then we'll deal with it....... I don't think we have any plans for the day beyond getting breakfast.......... Yesterday was incredible! We went sightseeing on this small airplane.... Like six people.... Unbelievably beautiful! And fun!...... Yes, and I'm going to make him buy me an airplane....... Of course I'm kidding....... I'll send more pictures....... We had a great dinner and went to a casino.... It was a blast!...... No, we didn't lose a lot of money.......... I don't know, no plans. I might keep him in bed all day and see if we can set a record.......... It was a joke, mother!...... I'm a big girl, Mom, give me some credit....... OK, I love you too.... Bye."

Again, it wasn't hard to fill in the blanks.

"So what's up with your mother being so worried about you getting pregnant? She keeps bringing it up."

"She a little paranoid about it. Have you ever noticed that Jennifer's birthday is about six months after may parents' wedding anniversary? Do the math."

"OK, but you're on birth control."

"So was Mom, when she got pregnant with Jennifer. It's not hundred per cent effective you know."

"So I've heard. So your parents had to get married?"

"Not really 'had to'. My mother told me that they knew they were going to marry eventually. Getting pregnant messed up their timetable. They wanted to spend a few years doing what they wanted to do before starting a family and getting tied down. Having Jennifer nixed that, big time! My mother wants me to have the freedom she didn't have, that's all. And she's worried that I'll end up being a single parent."

"Then I suppose we better hope your birth control does its job." I avoided acknowledging the elephant in the room of what would happen if Hayleigh did get pregnant, thus proving that a college degree does not equate to being smart. My father's admonition, 'For Pete's sake, be smart' rang in my head. We were playing with fire.

"It better! You've already put enough sperm in me to give me quadruplets!"

"Wanna try for quintuplets?" So much for being smart.

Hayleigh crawled over me and intentionally pressed her firm tits into my chest. I ran my palms over the length of her torso and over her hips, and then back again. I loved gliding my palm over the delightful curve of her hips. I couldn't get enough of the feel her.

"You know I would. I wouldn't mind being fucked silly right now. Or we could get breakfast first and not feel rushed."

I sensed that she wanted to get breakfast first, so I suggested that. She gave me a long kiss before rolling off me and padded bare-arsed to the bathroom. I'd never get tired of that view. I loosely gathered the towels from around the bed and tossed the bedspread haphazardly back in place. No sense in giving the housekeeping staff any more gossip material. I headed to the bathroom to shave and get ready to head out. Hayleigh was bent over the sink washing her face. My eyes were drawn to her tits hanging down and swaying as she washed. She caught me watching out of the corner of her eye and resumed washing with an amused grin.

"What is it," she asked as she straightened up, "that so fascinates guys about boobs?" She wasn't perturbed, just curious.

"Boobs in general, or yours?"

"In general."

"I suppose guys like boobs because guys are wired to like women. And women have boobs."

"That's circular! You're just saying guys like boobs because they do."

"That's exactly what I'm saying."

"Alright, but what specifically? What makes a great boob in guy world?"

"I don't know. Tastes vary. Different guys like different things. You know, vanilla, chocolate, strawberry."

"Every guy likes bigger though."

"Most do, sure. But some like smaller. And there's such a thing as too big."

"You like them bigger. Jennifer's are a lot bigger than mine. She's a D, I think."

"I think that's right. I didn't care about that, not really. I wasn't marrying her tits, I was marrying her."

"And she had big boobs, so part of the reason that you were attracted to her must have been her big boobs."

"OK, but now I'm here with you. By your logic, I must be attracted to your smaller ones. Which are not small. Just smaller than Jennifer's. But not small! Just so we're clear on that."

"Ugggg! OK, smart guy, yesterday you said my boobs were 'perfect.' I'm not fishing for compliments, because I already know you like them, God knows why, but what makes my little boobs perfect?"

"I keep telling you, they're not little."

"So you keep saying. Still, why are my tiny titties perfect?"

"You won't like the answer."

"I probably won't, but tell me anyway."

"Because they're yours."

"That's no answer, moron!"

She wasn't really upset. I could see that she was glowing inside despite the frustration of not getting an answer to the eternal question of why guys are fixated on girls' chests. I think it was finally sinking in that she had me. That's what happens when you lift your foot of the brake and stomp the gas. You lose control.

"Sorry, it's the only answer I have. I like what I like."

"We'll continue this later. I'm not letting you off the hook that easy."

I cleaned up enough to be presentable and we made our way to the resort's hotel restaurant, chosen for the simple reason that it was close by. This time I avoided the grits.

"So," Hayleigh said between nibbles of a lavish collection of fruits that were on her breakfast selection, "do we have any plans for today?"

"Not a one. We can do anything you like. Nothing planned for tomorrow, either. The original plan was not to have a rigid schedule."

Hayleigh was plotting something. I could see the wheels turning in her head.

"I have an idea for something that might be fun, but I want it to be a surprise. And I'd need to do a little shopping."

"I assume that I will not be with you on the shopping excursion."

"You assume right. That would give away some of the surprise. Can you fend for yourself for a few hours?"

"No problem. If I get too bored I can always see what Denise is up to."

"Pig! An hour from now you're going to be too worn out to mess with Denise."

"Promises, promises. Need some money for your shopping trip?"

"I thought I'd use some of the winnings from last night, if that's OK."

"Up to you. It's your money."

"No, it's not. We'll talk about that later, too. Let's go. I'd like to get back from shopping in time to get some sun on the beach."

As soon as I had signed the chit for breakfast Hayleigh grabbed my hand and hustled us back to the beach house. I desperately wanted to ravish Hayleigh. I wanted raw, mindless, wanton sex.

"Are you still OK with being fucked silly before you go shopping?"

"Are you forgetting that I'm your insatiable horny girlfriend?"

Imagine my disappointment when we saw that housekeeping was inside tidying up. We went out to the patio and stretched out on the chaise loungers.

"On the bright side," I said off-handedly, "they didn't show up when I had my face buried between your legs."

"Oh, thanks for mentioning," Hayleigh said in mock reproach. "As if my panties weren't already damp just getting here."

"Damp, eh? Then I'll be sure not to mention anything like squeezing your perfect tits while pounding you from behind."

Hayleigh threw her head back and unleashed a throaty but utterly female laugh.

"Oh, you truly are the worst! Have fun, just keep teasing. Don't forget though, revenge can be a bitch."

Our verbal jousting gave way to watching the waves roll up on the beach. Our loungers were just close enough together to let us hold hands. We silently toyed with each other's fingers while watching the surf. It was an idyllic a moment.

The sound of the door main door opening and closing snapped us out of our relaxation.

"I think the coast is clear if you still want to mess around." She looked hungry.

She let go of my hand and unbuttoned the top buttons of her shorts. Her hands moved to her hips, and she slowly ran her palms up her torso, stopping at her tits. She pushed them together and pinched at her own nipples through her top.

"Damn, Hayleigh, you're killing me."

"Warned ya about revenge. Serves you right, and you know it!"

I got off my lounger and pulled Hayleigh to her feet. She was through the sliding door in a rush, and I was right on her heels. I took her fully in my arms and pulled her to me. We devoured each other's mouths, like a couple of 14-year-olds who had just discovered tongue-kissing. I don't know if she was as out her mind with blind lust as I was, or was just giving me what she thought I wanted. I do know that she was lewdly grinding her pussy into my hard cock as we kissed. It was like spraying gasoline on a fire. I cupped the cheeks of her tight little arse and pulled her harder into me.

"You mentioned something about squeezing my boobs while taking me from behind," she said between playful bites at my lips and Eskimo kisses. "Are you going to make good on that, or are you just big talk?"

I didn't answer. There was a high-backed overstuffed chair just a few feet away. I disengaged from her and pulled her polo shirt over her head and tossed it over the arm of the chair. She had on a tiny red lace bralette that barely contained her tits. It too slipped easily over her head, exposing her swollen nips to my tongue. She let her head fall back and reveled in the sensations.

"Technically," she protested weakly between sighs, "this counts as teasing. But don't you dare stop!"

I didn't stop until her breaths became short and irregular. I pulled away from her and dropped to my knees, about eye-level to her bare tummy. I popped the remaining buttons on her shorts and slid them down her thighs to the floor. Her panties matched her bralette; extremely low-cut sheer red lace that barely covered her short landing strip. She wasn't kidding about getting damp. The thin gusset of her panties was soaked. Those eased down easily and I helped her step out of them before letting her help me shed my own clothes. The scent of her aroused pussy overwhelmed me.

Hayleigh took a step toward the bed, but I took her by hip and guided her back to the overstuffed chair. She understood what I had in mind right away when I positioned her at the side of the chair and bent her over the heavily over-upholstered arm. She was face-down, with her butt-cheeks at a perfect height for me to get behind her and slip inside. She spread her legs apart and reached behind herself to pull her butt-cheeks apart, so that her pussy splayed open even further to receive me. She knew exactly what I wanted. She was wantonly spread open for my cock to pound her into oblivion.

That's what she expected me to do. But I still hadn't tasted her. I knelt down instead between her open legs and used my own fingers to spread her pussy open even more. She literally jumped when my tongue made first contact and wormed its way between her slick inner lips. She was so wide open that I could easily run my tongue the entire length of her pussy, starting at her swelling little clit all the way to her taint. Every few trips I went a little beyond her opening and teased her pucker with the tip of my tongue.

Hayleigh was in another world. She wasn't even speaking coherently. She gurgled a hash of moans and grunts of the sort I had never heard from Jennifer despite my best efforts. It was intoxicating. I only stopped when I felt the muscles in her thighs tense and jerk randomly. She was on the edge, and I desperately needed my own release. I got off my knees and positioned myself at her opening. I ran the head of my cock several times through her thickened lips and pushed in. God she was tight! I had just started to pick up a steady pace when Hayleigh returned to Earth.

"Baby," she gasped out, "cum inside me. Deep inside. As deep as you can."

I hunched over her back so that I could palm her tits while slamming into her. She met my thrusts as best she could. Her pussy squelched loudly every time I withdrew, and again when I jammed back inside. When I felt myself start to cum I released her tits and grabbed her by the hips, pulling her tightly to me. That tripped Hayleigh's switch. Her tight pussy felt like a vise around my cock, followed by the exquisite bath of her wetness.

I slowly eased out my softening cock and stood on wobbly legs. Hayleigh remained bent obscenely over the arm of the chair.

"I don't think my legs work," she said weakly. "You may have to carry me to the bathroom to clean up."

I helped her up and hugged her to me. Even after our unrestrained fornication I was still aroused by the mere feel of her.

"We both could use some cleaning up."

"We could. I better hurry because I'm leaking!" She giggled.

"If you want a shower I'd love to wash your hair. It's on the house. No charge."

She rolled her eyes at me. "You and your chromosomes just want to nail me in the shower!"

"You bet I do, but I think I need more time before I'm ready to go again."

"Don't worry, you'll get your chance. Come on, then. YOU got me all messy so YOU can get me tidy."

She released me from her arms and quick-walked to the shower, cupping her hand under herself, just as she had done two days earlier. The hot water came quickly. It felt great as we soaped each other up.

"I'm sorry that I don't have more time to play," she told me, "but I need to get my shopping done if we're going to have any time to be lazy on the beach this afternoon. I'm really sorry."

"No apologies, Hay. We're here to have fun and enjoy each other's company. I'm having a blast."

She gave me an odd look that I couldn't ferret out, and then leaned up to kiss my cheek.

"So am I. Now wash my back so towel off and get going!"

Hayleigh quickly finished showering and got dressed. That girl moved with deadly efficiency when she was in a hurry. In fifteen minutes she was ready to go.

"I won't be more than a few hours, I hope," she said as she headed out the door with a handful of casino winnings. "I'll text you when I'm headed back." A quick kiss on my cheek and she dashed away.

It was odd not having Hayleigh around. We had been side by side almost without interruption for the past two days. I felt lonely with her away, which was stupid, all things considered. Stupid or not, I felt her absence. I needed a distraction, so I puttered around doing small things to take up time until Hayleigh returned. Some laundry. Shined my dress shoes. Ironed wrinkled clothes. Took some pics and sent them to Danni and my parents. When I ran out of mindless busywork I gave Danni a call.

"Hiya! What's up?" Danni was chirpy. "About time you called me."

"Just thought I'd say howdy and catch up. Like the pics?"

"Yes, it's beautiful! Much better choice than Hawaii. Having a good time?" she asked with just a hint of teasing.

"I'm having the time of my life." I told her about the flight-seeing, the local food, and Hayleigh's big night at the casino. I omitted my meltdown.

"Impressive! You left out the part about how you've been boinking like rabbits though. Very gallant of you, brother."

"Whoa! Hold up! That's a big assumption!"

"Oh, please! Only reason she never made a play for you is that you were dating Jennifer. Then you got engaged, and so much for that. Otherwise, she would have reeled you in. And if you repeat one word of that to Hayleigh I'll rip your tongue out, roots and all. I mean it."

"That still doesn't mean that--"

"Just stop!" She was openly laughing at me now. "You're a decent enough looking guy, for a brother. She's a hottie, you're sharing a bed, and she agreed to go with you on what was supposed to be a honeymoon. I'm not stupid, Tommy dearest."

An uncomfortable silence. I wasn't going to confirm anything. A useless gesture perhaps, but those were my rules, such as they were.

"Isn't it weird though?" she asked with renewed seriousness. "I mean, you're basically on a honeymoon with the sister of the girl you were going to marry. So, it's weird, right?"

"Doesn't happen every day. Well, in parts of Arkansas, but...."

A small snicker from my sister. "Don't forget Mississippi."

Danni's seriousness level returned twofold. "Don't lead her on, alright? I meant what I said before. If you hurt her, I will never forgive you, and brother or not, you will roast in a Wisconsin firepit before you roast in Hell."

I weighed whether to confide in Danni about my emerging feelings for Hayleigh or keep my big mouth shut. The need to talk to somebody won out.

"Danni, I want to tell you something, but you have to promise me on your mortal soul that you will keep it to yourself."

"That sounds ominous. But I'm intrigued, so I promise."

"I think I'm falling for Hayleigh. Actually, I don't think I am. I know I am. I mean I already have. Damn, you know what I mean."

"Yeah, I know. And I know you're an idiot. You know you're an idiot, don't you?"

"S'cuse me?"

"Umm, hello! Hello! Talk about a rebound relationship! God, it's like, textbook!"

"I think you exaggerate."

"Hardly, dork. Let's review. Both of you right out of failed relationships. That goes triple for you, idiot-boy. No time to get over any of it. Now boom--you're in a perfect romantic setting. Throw in lots and lots of sex. Don't bother denying it. Oh, and all this probably is really pissing off Jennifer, so it's good revenge for both of you on Jennifer and that creep she was screwing. And you get to unite against common enemies, being Jennifer and the said creep POS. Want me to keep going?"

"OK, OK, you've made your point."

"Well then, my idiot brother, so long as you're telling me your secrets, tell me why you're letting this happen. I know that you know better, so the why ought to be interesting."

"Lots of reasons."

"Such as?"

"Well, I've always really liked Hayleigh. A lot. And I've always wondered what would have happened if I had dated her instead of Jennifer. Then all the shit at the wedding, and I thought why not?"

"Why not? That's it? Why not??? That's a really dumb reason, even for a guy! Try for at least a few minutes not to think with your dick."

"And I didn't want to wonder for the rest of my life, you know, whether Hayleigh and I would have been a good fit."

"A good fit? I bet you two fit just fine!" A bit of playful sarcasm seeped through her disappointment with me.

"Yeah, like the girl I could spend the rest of my life with."

"You could spend the rest of your life with a lot a girls. I'm being serious here, Tommy. We both know that there are dozens of people who would make good mates for just about anyone."

"OK then, if Hayleigh's The One. THE One."

"That's more like it. Besides, I always thought you were marrying the wrong Fredrickson."

"Is that so? First you've mentioned it."

"When would have been a good time? At the rehearsal dinner? Or maybe when Reverend What's-Her-Name asked if anyone has an objection? It's not like it would have mattered anyway, cuz you were all ga-ga about Jennifer." My mind's eye pictured Danni dramatically rolling her eyes and gagging.

"OK, OK, you're right. Just don't tell Hayleigh what I told you. If I decide to confess my undying love, I want to do it in my own way and in my own time, 'kay?"

"Don't stress about it. She's probably figured you out anyway."

"Why do you say that, and figured out what, exactly?"

"Why? Jesus, you're dense! Because she's a sandbagger. She knows that most guys think she's this dumb little blonde and all they want to do is bang her. That REALLY ticks her off, by the way. Not so much that they want to nail her, but that they assume she's dumb, and that she doesn't know what they're really after. So she lets guys assume she's this hopeless airhead, and that they have a chance to score. Then boom--they find out she saw them coming from a mile away. Did you know that she took the MCAT just out of curiosity, and totally demolished it? Her score was something like 98th percentile. And she's studying nursing, not pre-med."

"She's no dummy, that's for damn sure. It's one of her most appealing qualities. Kinda hot, actually. And she's so freakishly fun to be around, even when we're just hanging out together. Still, don't tell her, Danni. I have to tell her in my own time, in my own way, and I'm not ready yet."

"I won't, promise. Good luck, mega-dork. Give the parentals a call. Especially Mom. She's worried this will all end in tears, and when you don't call Mom's paranoid imagination runs wild. And send more pics! Love ya."

"Will do, Sis. Love you too. Bye."

I tried giving Mom a call, but it went to voicemail. I left her a message that we were having a great time, and that I'd call her later.

I still needed something to do, so I took a walk around the resort. There was a very small shopping area nearby, mostly little shops that sold touristy trinkets, but also a few upper-level places. I went in one that had some nicer jewelry items on display, in hope of finding some souvenirs for Mom and Danni. And there I found an emerald pendant with a fine silver chain. The emerald was deep green, so close in color to Hayleigh's eyes that buying it was no-brainer. The silver chain would leap out against her light butterscotch-colored skin. The sales lady explained that the emerald was "heirloom" quality, just under two carets in size. With some haggling, I got the price down to just under $10,000. After some checking with my favorite concierge to confirm that the shop was legit, I decided why the heck not? I should easily get twice that much back on Jennifer's engagement and wedding rings, and now that I wasn't going to be spending my time setting up shop with Jennifer, I planned on grabbing some extra cash working construction jobs once I got back home. It was a bit of a gamble that Hayleigh would share my taste in jewelry, but the pendant was too pretty for her not to like it. Another dive head-first into unknown waters. Besides, throwing caution to the wind and common sense out the window was the norm on this trip.

I had the box gift-wrapped and hid it in my suitcase in hope that Hayleigh wouldn't find it while picking out some clothes for me. I also found some very nice things for my mother and Danni, and even something for Dad. They deserved at least that.

I was about to try again to check in with my mother when Hayleigh texted that she was on her way in. She was bringing lunch, so we could eat in our beach house and head right out to the sand. I couldn't wait to see her. I finally understood how a dog feels waiting for its beloved owner to come home.

Hayleigh breezed through the door with her shopping booty in hand. She had garment bags that appeared to hold dresses, a shoe box, another larger bag that appeared to hold smaller bags, and a couple of paper bags that were a mystery.

"Looks like you found some of what you were looking for."

Hayleigh laid everything on a nearby table and plopped down in the overstuffed chair.

"I was victorious!" she announced with satisfaction. "One of the great things about being my size is that it's easy to find nice clothes that fit without needing alterations."

"You'd look great wearing a burlap sack. Or nothing at all."

"Pig!" She mocked disgust, then giggled. "I found a swimsuit that gets pretty close to nothing at all. Haven't decided if I'm brave enough to wear it."

"Afraid I'll see something I haven't seen already?"

"The only person who has seen more than you is my gynecologist. Let's just say that my mother would have an attack of the vapors, and my father would have me locked up in a nunnery."

"So when do I find out what you've cooked up?"

"I'll tell you on the beach. And no, you won't see my new suit until later, so tell your chromosomes to calm themselves." She stuck out her tongue in one of the several playful taunts she's lobbed to date. "Oh, I almost forgot. Our lunch is in the sacks. Something they call Chicken in Da Bag. Supposed to be yummy."

It was yummy. We wolfed it down so we could get out on the beach while the sun was still out.

"Go get into your suit and grab some beach towels," she said as she cleaned up the table. "Find us a good spot and I'll join you in a few."

I changed into my suit and found a nice spot that offered some shade. I was sitting down watching the waves when Hayleigh snuck up behind me about ten minutes later. She bent over me from behind and kissed me, upside down, causing her hair to cascade over my face.

"That felt weird, upside down," she remarked. "Miss me?"

"Yes I did, now that you mention it."

She settled down next to me on the spread-out beach towels. She had on a ridiculously long tee-shirt as a swimsuit cover, which had the effect of drawing attention to her exposed legs. A small canvass tote that held some cold drinks and sunscreen cream. She stretched out face-down.

"Will you put some sunscreen on my back? You can tell me what you've been doing while I was out spending money."

She pulled the tee-shirt over her head and stretched out on the towel. Her suit was a red high-rise one-piece that nicely showcased her toned, bubbly tush. I pulled her pony-tailed hair to the side and worked the sunscreen into her neck and shoulders, and then told her about puttering around as I worked my way down the exposed portions of her back. I also told her about chatting with Danni, but of course I left out key details of the conversation.

"So what does Danni think about our impromptu dalliance?"

I decided to test the waters. "I think she's OK with it, but she's worried that we're in a rebound relationship."

Hayleigh smirked. She was Smirkasaurus Rex. "Well duh! Not so much me, because I was already pretty much checked out of my relationship with Shithead, but you're def on the rebound. NBA level rebound."

I was surprised that Hayleigh agreed to come on this trip if that's what she thought.

"And you're OK with that?"

"Of course I am! The best time to strike is when your target is vulnerable. I keep telling ya, I play dirty. Switch places with me. I don't want the sun to turn you into a crispy critter."

I replayed the conversation in my head while Hayleigh covered my back with sunscreen. I was barely in the JV team in this fling's chess game. Hayleigh was playing at grand master level, and I was still figuring out how the pieces moved on the board.

We finished lathering on the sunscreen and turned on our stomachs to soak in the afternoon sun. Hayleigh's hand found mine as we chit-chatted about favorite movies and music. She was skeptical that she'd adopt my fondness for blues and southern rock, but agreed to give it a try if I gave her modern country-pop a fair audition. The conversation took an abrupt turn when a couple walked by a short distance away.

"See that woman who just walked by, in the blue bikini?" she asked.

I did. She was hard to miss. The woman looked to be in her late twenties and was built a lot like Jennifer. I knew exactly where this was going.

"What about her?" I tried to be nonchalant about it. As if playing dumb would provide me an out.

"She has great boobs, wouldn't you say?"

Hayleigh looked directly at me over the top of her sunglasses. She really wasn't going to let me off the hook.

"They're big, sure enough," I admitted. "But big isn't the same as great. Why is this so important to you?"

"I'm curious about the male lizard brain," she explained. "I don't have a brother to ask, and it's not a convo I could have with my father. If I tried to have this discussion with a guy friend he'd probably think I was flirting with him, so he might say whatever he thought would help him get in my panties."

"I see. Whereas I won't think you're flirting with me?"

"You might. And I might be. But by now you ought to know you get in my panties whether I flirt with you or not, so you can be honest."

"I hope the woman I spend my life with flirts with me until the day I croak. Just saying."

She cocked her head at that remark and looked as if she was filing away a critical bit of information. "Noted. Goes both ways."

"Noted."

Hayleigh was not to be distracted. "So hers aren't great?"

"Might be. No way to tell from here."

"You're no help at all!"

I shrugged. Hayleigh was undeterred.

"Alright then," she said with a tinge of exasperation, "you said mine were perfect. What's perfect about them, exactly?"

"I suppose it's that they fit you. Color, shape, texture. Everything. I honestly wouldn't change a thing about them. They're perfectly you."

I could see the gears grinding in her head. "What you're saying does not match up with the undeniable fact that guys are attracted to big boobs. Like hers. Or Jennifer's."

"In male lizard brain terms, as you put it, I suppose that's true. But I'm not a lizard. I've evolved slightly. Now let me ask you something. What's your bra size?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"Because I have a theory. Humor me."

"Okay, 32-B fits me best, most of the time. But sometimes 32-C, if the bra runs small."

"A-ha! B-almost-C cups aren't small, you dingbat! Which you already know. I think what's bugging you is that your sister is rocking Ds, and you think I'm comparing you to her."

"Aren't you? I mean, how could you not be?"

"Truth is, Hay, I have been doing my best NOT to think about Jennifer, much less actually compare the two of you that way. But let's hash this comparison out. Jennifer is definitely bigger up top. She sports a flagship set of hooters, no denying it. Too big, actually. They sag a little, and she's only 22. Probably will sag a lot more when she's 40 and has had kids. Or so I've overheard my mother complain to Danni. Jennifer's nips are bigger than I prefer, too.

"So if her boobs were so unattractive, why were you so hot for her?"

"Like I told you before, I wasn't marrying her boobs. I fell in love with her. An epic mistake as it turned out, but that's fixed now. And her boobs aren't unattractive. She has a snazzy set of ta-tas by any measure. But if I'm going to compare, I'd pick yours every time. They're just perfect for your body, perfectly shaped, pert and firm, all of that. And that light caramel color looks as good as it tastes. It's all I can do not to gawk. So there you are, that's my honest, pull no punches comparison."

Hayleigh didn't say anything. Instead she turned away from me, and I thought I heard a sniffle. As usual, I was missing a piece of the puzzle. I reached over to touch her shoulder.

"Talk to me, Hay. What's wrong? Something I said?"

She turned to face me again. "Sorry for being so weepy all the time. I'm not good at hiding it when I'm upset."

"No apologies, OK? I haven't exactly been the Rock of Gibraltar."

"I still don't know if I can tell you. It's really embarrassing, and you'll think I'm a ditz."

"Oh hell, I already know you're a ditz. It's probably noted on your passport. I bet a box marked 'Ditz" is checked. The very fact you're here with me proves that."

"And you're a jerk, you know that? I'm going to write 'jerk' on your passport myself." She tried, but failed, at keeping a straight face before letting slip a small smile.

"I've been called worse. Now what's so embarrassing? And remember, you're talking to a guy whose bride-to-be was banging another guy in the church on her wedding day, so the competition in the embarrassment and humiliation Olympics is keen."

"OK, I'll tell you. Remember that I told you no one got much sleep the night everything blew up?" I nodded.

"Sunday morning was a doozy too. Jennifer and I REALLY got into it. It was all-caps bold-italics nasty. Anyway, she said, that David said, he liked to fuck her better because she had a 'real woman's body' instead of my 'teeny tiny titties.'"

"Jesus! What a horrible thing for him to say! And so vicious of her to repeat it! They really deserve each other."

"It's true though. You've been sweet to pretend it's not."

"Not even close to true! You have no idea how wrong that is. Remember me, the guy who checks you out all the time? You make me three-quarters crazy!"

She giggled through her sniffles. "Only three quarters? I need to do better."

"Be thankful for that missing quarter. It's the only thing that keeps me from bonking you over the head with a club and dragging you back to my cave."

She wiped remnants of tears from the corners of her eyes. "Careful what you threaten, Caveman. I might like that. Besides, you don't have a cave!"

"I'll find one."

She giggled again in her delightful way, and then leaned into my face and kissed me.

"I'm going to try to believe you. Be patient with me, Tom. I'm not nearly as self-confident as I may seem on the outside."

"Hey, you're not the only one with size issues. I'm puny compared to what David is packing. Talk about not measuring up."

A resigned expression fell over her. "I've been dreading when that was going to come up. So here's some truth about dick size. Stop staring out at the ocean and look at me! Yes, David has a big one. He's very proud of his nine-and-one-quarter inches. Like it makes him a sex god."

She pantomimed barfing and rolled her eyes dramatically.

"Problem is, he thinks because it's big all he had to do is jam it in. And then I'm supposed to fly into orgasmic contortions or something. It hurt when he did that! Should have drop-kicked his sorry selfish ass months ago."

A fleeting mind-movie of David and Hayleigh in bed came unbidden and unwelcome into my thoughts, rousing my Green-Eyed Monster. I let the bitter wave of jealousy pass before responding.

"It sure didn't appear to hurt Jennifer. Looked like she took all he had and loved every inch of it."

"That was Jennifer. I can't answer for her. It hurt me, and he didn't care. Asshole! Here's some more truth. Girls are worse than guys when it comes to gossiping about this stuff. And my sorority sisters overshare. Like, they way overshare. You're right at the average. Trust me on that."

"Average just sounds so... average. But I can't get dick-enhancement surgery, so I'm stuck with what little I've got."

"OK then, one more bit of truth. Look at me! No man has EVER done for me what you have, especially including--what did you call him? Shit-stain! Let that sink in. You make my body melt. We really click, Caveman."

"Fair enough. My size-obsessed male lizard brain has its doubts, but I'm going to try to believe you."

"You need to. This is just another thing we're going to have to trust each other about."

She took my hand and played with my fingers. I felt contented. Again.

"So, Cavewoman, when do you tell me about your big plan for tomorrow?

"After we go for a swim. Do you realize we've been here two days and we haven't gone for a swim? Come on, Caveman, throw me over your shoulder and carry me to the ocean."

She stood and held out her hand to pull me up. She sauntered away for a few feet before breaking suddenly to run headlong into the surf. I was only a few feet behind. I caught up with her and somehow got her over my shoulder. She laughed hysterically and play-pounded on my back as I walked us far into the waves lapping the beach, and tossed her in. She screeched when she hit the water and promptly got up and tackled me, dragging us both down into the surf.

The water was slightly chilly, but no colder than a Wisconsin lake in August. We spent a good half hour frolicking like little kids, splashing and dunking each other and coming back for more. Exhausted, we trudged out of the water and stretched out on our beach towels.

"Finally!" Hayleigh exclaimed. "There's the sun, sand, and surf you promised!"

"Enjoy it while you can. We're supposed to get a big storm tonight."

"Rats, that means no moonlight swim tonight. Maybe tomorrow night?"

"Speaking of tomorrow, what have you cooked up?"

"We are going boating!"

"Boating? Like in a ski boat, or a sailboat, or what?"

"A yacht. A big one. It's a two-night trip around some nearby islands with about 10 other people. We'll have our own cabin too!"

She had really surprised me. "How... how did you arrange all of this?"

"The concierge who helped you set up the airplane ride helped me. She found a charter boat that had space for two people open up because another couple had to cancel. There's supposed to be sightseeing, swimming, sunning on the deck, and even formal dinners and moonlight dancing. OK with you?"

She was fired up, and it did sound like a ton of fun. "I'm in! I hope they take plastic though. I doubt I have enough cash with me to cover that."

"Already taken care of. It'll take about $4,000 or so of the casino winnings, if that's OK. And don't be upset, but I bought you a new dinner jacket, shirt, pants, and tie, and I bought a dress and shoes. I had to guesstimate at your sizes, but I think it will all fit you fine."

Geez, she actually thought I would be upset.

"Sounds great! I love this idea! Where do we have to be, and when?"

She gave me the details. The cruise was adults only. We would take a taxi to the dock area, where we would board, a little after lunchtime, then return in the late afternoon two days later. Dinner was a formal affair, on deck, weather permitting. There would be five other couples. There was just one small problem.

"We're going to need a backstory," I told her. She didn't understand. "We're going to be asked about our relationship, how we met, et cetera. Unless you want to tell the real story, we'll need something else."

She did a fake forehead slap. "Oh yeah, duh! How about we keep it simple? Everything is the way it really is, except WE got together in college and have been dating seriously for about, I don't know, two years? And this is a fun trip for us before you go to law school."

It took a while to sort out the details of our backstory while we watched the sunset, which came at about six o'clock that time of year. The weather was definitely starting a turn toward an incoming storm. Hayleigh suggested that we get cleaned up and have our dinner before the storm hit.

I headed to the bathroom to take a leak. Hayleigh came in as I was stripping out of my swim trunks in front of the toilet. She slipped the top straps of her bikini top off her shoulders and peeled it off. She stood behind me, pressing her warm tummy against my butt and her tits into my back. I didn't expect it when she reached around to grasp my cock.

"Doesn't this thing get in the way all the time? I can't imagine having all this stuff constantly between my legs," she said as she cupped my nuts.

"I never think about it, unless I get a hard-on at an inconvenient time, and I have to hide it. Just part of being a guy. You get used to it. Probably a lot like you get used to dealing with your boobs."

She let go of my cock, but ever the tease, she grazed her nails lightly under my sack. Her left tit was pressed into my side, but the other wasn't. I cupped it in my palm and gently rolled the nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

"I really do love these!"

A small sigh. "I think you really do. Sorry I got so weird and upset about it before. I--"

I put my finger to her lips. "Shhhh. If we're going to start apologizing for getting weird and upset, I'm going to have to spend the rest of the week apologizing to you for what I've already done."

"We make quite a pair, don't we?" she asked rhetorically. She abruptly changed topics and her demeanor brightened. "I'm going to hop in the shower to wash my stinky seawatered hair and shave my legs. I'd love to have you shampoo my hair, if you'd like. But first, are you interested in another lesson in girl stuff?"

I had no idea what she had in mind, but I could hardly wait to find out. "I may not survive the next lesson, but heck yeah!"

"Be right back," she said, "Run some hot water in the sink for me?" She sauntered away and quickly returned with a can of shaving gel and a lady's disposable razor. Oh my.

She hopped up on the vanity next to the now-full basin of hot water and drew her knees up to her chest.

"I'll do my legs in the shower, but I want you to do this part for me. I don't want any kitty stubble showing when I have my swimsuit on."

She had me do it all, starting with wetting her down with a warm washcloth and lathering her up. It was easiest to get on my knees like I did before. I took my time, not just because I liked the view, but also because I didn't want to give her razor burn, or God forbid, nick her.

"You're having way too much fun down there!" she taunted.

"My chromosomes are having the time of their lives. Let them have their fun."

She asked me to be sure also to get around her back door, and to take a little off the top of her already short landing strip, or to shave it off completely if I wanted her totally bare. She wouldn't tell me why. All she would say was "Patience." I decided to keep a small tuft just above the cleft of her lips. I cleaned off the shaving gel with a warm washcloth and kissed her clitoral hood. She groaned before pulling away.

"I'd love for you to do that, but later. My hair if filthy and smells like seawater, and I'm all sandy and don't feel very sexy. Can we wait?"

"Of course we can. We both could use a shower."

As soon as the shower got hot we got in and took turns washing each other's hair. I happily watched as she shaved her legs. Just like the last time we were in the shower together, it was an erotic treat. She looked me up and down when she finished herself.

"Do you really trust me?" she asked coyly. Her sly smile could have convinced an Eskimo to buy a freezer.

Oh-oh. I eyed her warily. "Umm, sure."

She squatted down in front of me, balancing on the balls of her feet, and lathered up my groin with her shaving gel.

"I'm going to do a little manscaping. The hair around your package tickles my nose. Hold still."

As if I needed to be told to hold still! She was very careful, and handled me with loving care. When she finished my sack and the area around my cock were smooth as silk.

"Mmmm, I like that look! she exclaimed after rinsing me off. "Let me know whenever you want a touch-up."

Hayleigh turned off the water and we stepped out to towel off. But we weren't done cleaning up.

"Would you mind running some hot water for the bath?" she asked. "I'm dying for a warm bubble bath in that big tub. There's room for two."

I ran a tub full of hot water and added a healthy portion of bubble bath liquid. She told me to get in the tub and sit at one end, and she sat opposite me on the other end after gathering her damp hair in a scrunchie. I had to bend my legs at the knees to fit in, but she fit in nicely. She massaged my nuts with her toes, yet another of her delightful teases. We spent several minutes lazily washing each other's feet and legs, then she maneuvered herself behind me so she could wash my back and shoulders and arms. When finished she moved to my neck and chest, saving my groin for last. Of course she couldn't resist gratuitously fondling me just enough to get me hard before switching positions.

She nestled herself against me so that my stiff cock was pressed deeply between her butt cheeks. I washed her as she had washed me, delighting in our simmering intimacy.

"You know," she said thoughtfully, "I think this is another first for both of us, a frisky bubble bath."

"Yep, I can check taking a bubble bath with a smoking hot babe off my bucket list."

A wry smile over her shoulder. "Smoking hot, am I? We both know I'm really only average, but thanks for the kind words."

"You're average in the same way that the Sun is warm."

She gave me a mocking smile. Clever, but you don't have to butter me up. You're gonna get laid. I'm thinking right now."

She started moving her hips so that my cock slid easily between her butt cheeks. I pulled her back into me and caressed her soapy nipples while nibbling at her ears and neck. Her eyes were lightly closed and her mouth hung half open. After a few minutes of that she pushed herself up so that the tip of my cock glided haphazardly across her vulva and anus. I couldn't resist the male urge to push upward to try to slip inside. At long last the head of my cock pressed directly against her opening-but it wasn't her pussy. We both froze in place.

"Ooops, I think I'm off target." She didn't pull away.

"You're on target. Different bullseye though." Her voice had a nervous edge. "I've never, you know." She still hadn't moved.

"Me neither." My heart was pounding.

She lifted herself off me and got out of the tub. She toweled off a bit before saying "I'll be right back!" and then dashed off to the main room. I heard her rustling in her suitcase. She was blushing when she returned with a small tube of lube.

"I brought it just in case. You turn me into Niagara Falls, so need for it until now."

I got out of the tub and we toweled each other off. We were still damp when she bent over the vanity. She faced the mirror, propped up on her elbows.

"Let's do this before I chicken out." She looked at the tube resting next to her on the vanity. "Don't scrimp on the lube, Caveman."

"Hayleigh, are you sure?"

"I'd like to give it a try, but only if you want to. You're the only guy I'd ever consider trusting my backdoor to. Just go slow, OK?"

"I promise. And I have a suggestion. Let's go to the bed. You can get on top, so you can set the pace, and stop right away if there's a problem."

She straightened up and hugged me. "Good idea."

We didn't know what to expect so we spread several towels on the bed. I lay on my back and Hayleigh covered my cock in lube before doing herself. She straddled me and lined up my tip with her pucker. "Here we go," she said before pushing down slightly.

Of course I didn't slip right in. Hayleigh made several small movements to try to ease me past her sphincter. She winced, and stopped suddenly. "Damn, feels like a tree trunk." I offered to stop, but she wanted to press on.

"Let's try a little more," she said, though her voice was filled with apprehension. "So far," she said dryly, "this isn't the mind-blowing experience that's been advertised on TV." She bent down to kiss me. "I'm going to leave this part out of my memoirs."

She continued to try to work me in, but our prolonged efforts didn't net more than another half-inch or so. We had gotten my head past the outer ring, but it was way too tight to try for more. She was visibly frustrated. It was time to throw in the towel.

"Hay, I love you for trying, but neither one of us is enjoying this. And I'm worried that you're going to get hurt, like a tissue tear or something."

"I'm sorry, Tom." She looked defeated.

"Nothing at all to be sorry about. Not one bit. If you want, we can try some other time. But only if you want to. We're here to have fun, not to check every box on a sex checklist." I spread my arm open to invite her to cuddle with me.

She lay down next to me and drew her thigh up over mine.

"See, that's what I mean, you're thinking of me all the time. Most guys would just plow ahead to get what they want."

"Sounds stupid to me, making your girl not enjoy it. Dumb."

"You'd be surprised. So many guys are selfish assholes."

"Want another insight into how guys think? Really think?" She looked at me expectantly. "Knowing that you made her feel good is the real payoff. Without that, it's just screwing. And just screwing can be fine. Great even. But not enough if you really care about her. And--what was it you said--plowing ahead when you know she's not enjoying it? That's kinda rapey to me. Sorry, I'm babbling."

"No, you're not. Not all guys see things the way you do."

I had to concede her point. "True. But most guys would agree with me."

"You're sure you're not disappointed?"

"Not a bit. I'm only concerned that you're going to let this bother you. Don't let it. But there is a way you can make it up to me."

She eyed me with mock wariness. "I knew it! There's always a catch!" She sat up and leaned against the headboard. "What do I have to do?" She crossed her arms and looked at me expectantly.

"Be my date for dinner."

"You are such a total goofball!" She gave me a huge kiss and hopped off the bed. "Let's get cleaned up and out of here before we get caught in the storm."

I was cleaning off my cock when Hayleigh noticed that I still had a chub. "Oh, Tom! I'm so sorry! I don't know what I was thinking!"

"Sorry about what?"

"I got you all worked up in the shower and tub, and then, you know. I am NOT going to leave you high and dry."

"It's OK, I'm good!"

"Hush! No arguments!"

She grabbed one of the used bath towels and tossed it on the vanity, then hopped on it with her legs spread wide. Her inner lips splayed open, revealing her wet, pink opening. No way I was walking away from that! She sighed when I slid inside. We built up a good rhythm quickly, helped by her feet against my cheeks pulling me to her in time with my thrusts. I felt her getting slushy, and then out of nowhere she grabbed me tightly to her and let loose a small flood. I was right behind her. She nuzzled into my neck, but kept her legs wrapped around by hips to stop me from pulling out.

"I think," she said between playful nibbles on my ear, "that's what's called a 'quickie.'"

"I think," I said between light kisses, "it was great no matter what you call it."

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We found a nice place near the resort that specialized in Bahamian seafood dishes. We were becoming fond of conch in its many variations. It was about as far from our bland Wisconsin fare as possible. We managed to kill off two bottles of wine, the first over dinner and the second while we waited for the storm to peter out. I was captivated by her stories about sorority life and living in the house with two dozen other girls. She loved the social life but the constant dramas were wearing her down. I asked if she thought about not living in the house for her senior year. Her answer was cryptic. "I haven't decided. It depends on how some things shake out. Lots of drama on the home front, too, right?"

We made our dash when the deluge softened to a sprinkle, however temporary. We barely made it back before the bottom fell out again. As storms go, it was impressive. The wind hurled rain against the windows of our little cottage like a thousand firehoses, and the thunder rattled the walls.

Even though it was only about 10 pm, we were both ready to call it a day, so we got ready to turn in. Hayleigh told me to get in bed, and that she would join me in a minute. She exited the bathroom wearing another home-run of bedtime apparel. This time it was a demure black silk nightdress that fell to mid-thigh, with a moderate V-neck. By no means chaste, but designed to demurely display her assets and hint at hidden treasures. Her arms were behind her, which made her pert tits jut out even more against the fabric.

"Do you like it?" she asked. "This is another of my last-minute purchases before we left."

"Like it? You're killing me. Which I think you already know."

Her smile lit up the room. She sauntered over to the bed and revealed that he was holding behind her several bath towels. "Eventually you're going to get tired of having to deal with this," she said apologetically.

"Eventually you're going to figure out that I love it."

She turned out the light and slipped into bed next to me. We made out like a couple of teenagers at first, but soon our hands found their way. She hiked up her nightdress and rolled on top of me, straddling my hips. Her hips rocked back and forth so that her folds were gliding across the underside of my cock as we continued to smooch and nibble. We finally aligned properly and the tip of my cock pushed through and entered her. She made a sudden intake of breath and stopped moving.

"Sorry, Tom, I'm a little sore down there from earlier. We'll have to go slow and easy tonight."

There was only one thing to do. I pulled out, very slowly. Confusion filled Hayleigh's face.

"Baby, what are you doing?"

"If it's uncomfortable for you let's wait."

"It's OK, I can manage."

"I appreciate that you're offering, but I don't want you to have to manage."

"I can't decide," she mused, "if you're too good to be true or are getting bored with my female charms."

"Now who's the goofball? I could have you for a lifetime and never tire of your female charms, as you put it."

"OK, but what if I was out of action because it was that time of the month? You wouldn't go cold turkey for three or four days, would you? You'd let me take care of you, right? My mouth isn't sore, hint-hint nudge-nudge wink-wink."

"Gosh, Hayleigh, I don't know. Ask me when that happens. All I can say is that I'd feel like I taking advantage of you. That's how I'd feel, even if you don't see it that way."

"I don't see it that way, but it's alright because I know that you're thinking of me. I'm sure I'll be fine by morning though, and I won't take 'No' for an answer. So you better get your rest while you can!"

The storm really picked up. There was so much lightening that the inside of our darkened room looked like there was a strobe light going off. Hayleigh moved very close to me.

"I don't like storms like this," she said nervously. "When I was real little, like about six, there was this thunderstorm and a lightening bolt hit real close to the house. The boom actually cracked my bedroom window a little bit, and get still get freaked out sometimes about big thunderstorms. I know I'm being a little baby, but would you hold me close?"

"I'd like nothing more." I gathered her in my arms. Her whole body was tensed, and she flinched when louder thunderclaps boomed and rumbled. I held her tightly while she clung to me, and rubbed her shoulder. After several minutes she calmed down and snuggled against me in what had become our favorite sleeping position.

"You're a dead man in the morning," she mumbled, half asleep.

"Promises, promises."

I tried not to think about how all of this would be over in a few days. I fell asleep stroking her hair while Spring Peaches filled my soul. Life couldn't get any better.

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That's it for Part 5. Part 6 will pick up on Thursday 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.