Under the Summer Sun

This story, like all my stories, is a work of fiction. All characters are age 18 or older. Any similarities between any character in this story and any real person are unintentional and coincidental. As always, your comments are welcome.

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Willa Tompkins was the sort of girl you seldom noticed. She was a short girl -- just a touch over five feet -- with shoulder-length brown hair, pale white skin, and rectangular glasses. She was relatively thin -- more the result of stress than diet or exercise, by her own admission -- and her small breasts matched her diminutive stature. Willa was what some might describe as 'book smart,' and she thought of herself the same way. A recent college graduate preparing to move on to grad school, Willa had spent the last several years sacrificing collegiate frivolity for academic success.

And successful she was. Willa had earned straight As at an elite private university in the northeast and had graduated at the top of her class. Not sure exactly what professional path she wanted to take, she decided to pursue a master's degree in history in the meantime, which would give her some time to decide what should come after that. Willa's father was a lawyer, and she felt some amount of pressure to follow in his footsteps and go to law school herself. But at the same time, she saw how many hours her father worked and understandably wasn't sure she wanted that for herself. Still, her father was the great Samuel Tompkins, the high-powered corporate lawyer. Willa felt like everyone expected her to be a lawyer, too. Since her master's program didn't start until September, Willa planned to spend the better part of the summer figuring it all out.

But those thoughts would have to be put on hold for now. Willa was supposed to go away for a few days to celebrate her childhood friend Gina's birthday. Willa didn't really think of Gina as a friend, at least not anymore. Gina was the daughter of Albert Watkins, Willa's father's legal partner. The girls' fathers had founded their own law firm before either of them was born, and the firm had grown from a local practice into a regional powerhouse handling complex corporate law matters. As a result, Willa and Gina more or less grew up together and had been close friends up through high school. But the girls grew apart when they went to college. Willa stayed in the northeast while Gina went to one of the big schools in the south. They ran into each other once or twice when they were both home for the holidays, but aside from that, they hadn't really kept in touch.

For that reason, Willa was somewhat surprised to be invited to Gina's twenty-second birthday trip to Barcelona. The invitation had come by text message one day, completely out of the blue.

"Willa," Gina texted.

"Hi," Willa said back.

"Going to Barcelona with some friends in July for my birthday. You're invited."

"What dates?"

"July 27 to 31."

"I should be free."

"Ok," Gina texted. "I'll text you more info when I have it."

"Sounds good," Willa texted back.

That was in May, right around graduation. Willa had almost forgotten about it when she heard back from Gina in late June. Gina texted her with details about flights, what hotel to book a room at, and the general plan for the trip.

Willa happened to be home at the time, and she quickly realized that the trip would cost her just about her entire savings. She casually mentioned it to her father, who nonchalantly told her not to worry about the cost and said he'd take care of it. So, Willa booked what she needed to and carried on with her summer.

Soon enough, it was July 27, and Willa headed to the airport. She arrived alone, worked her way through security, and made her way to the gate multiple hours before the flight was scheduled to depart. Gina and her friends were nowhere to be found -- unsurprising, as Gina had never been especially punctual -- so Willa pulled out a book and lost herself in her reading until the flight was about to start boarding. She looked up and saw Gina and her posse walking toward the gate just as people started lining up to board.

Gina was a tall, thin girl with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She dressed in expensive clothes that fit her perfectly. Gina's chest appeared fuller than Willa had remembered, but she otherwise looked the same as she always had.

Gina was flanked by two other girls -- a friendly-looking brunette and a much less friendly redhead whose face sported a perpetual look of annoyance. Both girls dressed just as well as Gina and carried themselves with a certain confidence that came from growing up wealthy.

Willa waved to Gina but received a much less enthusiastic wave back.

"Willa, darling," Gina said as the girls approached each other.

"Hey Gina," Willa said back.

"Have you met everyone before?" Gina asked.

"I don't think so," Willa replied.

Gina introduced Willa to the two girls accompanying her. The friendly brunette was named Julie, and the agitated-looking redhead was named Bridget. Willa introduced herself and said it was nice to meet them both. Julie and Bridget just sort of nodded without saying too much.

Before the introductions could lapse into awkward conversation, the gate agent announced that first class passengers were welcome to board the plane.

"Guess that's us," Gina said.

Gina, Julie, and Bridget began walking toward the gate agent, but Willa lagged behind.

"Aren't you coming?" Gina asked.

"I, uh, need to use the bathroom," Willa replied. "You guys go ahead. I'll board in a minute."

"Okay," Gina said with a shrug.

Willa walked away from the gate until she saw Gina, Julie, and Bridget walk through the door to the gangway. Willa didn't really have to use the bathroom; she just hadn't booked a first class ticket and was too embarrassed to say so. Although Willa had grown up comfortably, she was never spoiled by her parents despite having plenty of money. And when her father offered to pay for her travel, Willa wasn't going to book the most expensive arrangements available. She was happy to fly in coach and hadn't even considered flying first class.

Willa waited until her boarding group was called and then boarded the plane. She kept her head down as she walked through the first class section of the plane, determined not to make eye contact with the other girls. Willa thought she heard the girls laughing under their collective breath as Willa passed by, but she wasn't sure and wasn't going to let it bother her even if they were.

Willa found her window seat and settled in. Before she knew it, the rest of the passengers had boarded, and the plane was up and away. Willa slept for much of the flight and woke up just as they were landing.

Willa almost had to run to catch up with the other girls after walking off the plane since they didn't make much of an effort to wait for her. Willa caught up to them soon enough, and they all worked their way through customs before grabbing a taxi to their hotel.

Gina insisted on talking -- more like shouting -- at the taxi driver in English about the whereabouts of their hotel.

Quickly realizing that the taxi driver didn't speak much English and that Gina obviously didn't speak a word of Spanish, Willa took over. Her Spanish wasn't perfect by any means, but it was obviously better than Gina's. After a bit of back and forth, the taxi driver nodded and drove off.

"You can get this, right?" Gina said to Willa in more of a statement than a question once the taxi arrived at the hotel. "Thanks, Willa."

"Sure. Thanks for asking," Willa muttered under her breath as Gina and the other girls exited the car. Willa paid for the taxi ride with her card, thanked the driver, and exited the vehicle.

The girls checked in at the front desk. Gina evidently was sharing a massive multi-bedroom suite with Bridget and Julie. Willa checked in separately for a standard hotel room.

Willa began to feel like an outsider. The other girls had all made their travel arrangements together, and Willa felt like somewhat of an afterthought. Willa began to ask herself why she flew to another continent for this, but she was interrupted by a loud scream from Gina.

"Oh my God!" Gina shouted as she began running across the lobby. "Logan, you're here!" Gina squealed as she embraced the six-foot blonde-haired young man.

Logan was Gina's brother and was about a year older than Gina. The pair had fought when they were younger like all siblings do, but they had become good friends by the time high school and college rolled around.

Willa knew Logan well. For all the years she spent at Gina's house growing up, Logan was always there alongside them. Willa and Logan were good friends at one point, but their relationship became more distant as she and Gina grew apart in college.

"Did you know about this?" Gina asked Julie and Bridget.

After a few seconds of playing dumb, the girls admitted to arranging for Logan to join them for the trip.

"Amazing," Gina said to the two girls. "Thank you."

Gina and Logan broke apart.

"Willa Tompkins," Logan said all of a sudden as his eyes found their way to Willa. "How the hell are ya?"

"Logan Watkins," Willa replied. "How have you been?"

"Pretty good," Logan replied as he moved toward Willa and embraced her with a hug. "It's been a while."

"I'll say," Willa replied. "A couple years at least."

"Feels like a lifetime," Logan said. "It's good to see you. I didn't know you'd be coming."

"I didn't know you'd be coming either," Willa said back.

"Guess it's a pleasant surprise for both of us, then," Logan said.

Logan gave Willa one final squeeze before letting go of her torso.

"Have you checked in yet?" Gina said, directing Logan's attention back to her.

"Yeah," Logan replied. "I'm in 802. Where are you?"

"1200," Gina answered. "It's the presidential suite."

"Lucky you," Logan replied. "You're all up there?"

"Not me," Willa said. "I'm in 804. I guess we'll be neighbors."

"So it seems," Logan replied nonchalantly. "It'll make it easier for us to catch up."

"You two can catch up later," Gina said. "Let's get going. I want to hit the beach and our rooms aren't ready yet. We can just change when we get there."

Everyone nodded in agreement. The girls grabbed a prepacked beach bag while Willa had to dig through her suitcase to find a bikini. She located one soon enough and threw it into a backpack with a beach towel and some sunscreen. Logan appeared to already be wearing his swim trunks.

The group checked their bags at the front desk and headed out. The hotel was a short distance from the beach, so they decided to walk instead of take a taxi and arrived after a few minutes.

After picking out a spot on the sand, the girls had to change. Julie and Bridget quickly surrounded Gina with a makeshift curtain of beach towels. Shielded from prying eyes, the blonde girl stripped off her clothes and pulled on her bikini. After a bit of fumbling, she nodded at her friends who stepped away in a sort of grand reveal.

Gina stood there in a bright pink bikini. Able to see them more clearly now, Willa gazed at Gina's breasts for a moment or two and confirmed her earlier suspicion. Gina's boobs were much larger than Willa remembered. She must've had one hell of a growth spurt in college or something, Willa thought.

Gina's bikini bottoms showed off her toned ass and accentuated her slim figure. She donned a pair of designer sunglasses and a wide-brimmed hat to complete her ensemble. To say she was fashionable would have been an understatement.

The trio switched places so that Julie could change into her bathing suit, which she did. After one more rotation, Bridget did the same.

"Would you mind holding the towels up for me?" Willa asked.

"Sure," Julie said. "Jump on in."

Gina held the towel that covered Willa's frontside while Julie held the towel covering Willa's rear. Bridget had begun covering her fair skin in sunscreen to avoid a sunburn. She made a not-so-subtle attempt to strike up a conversation with Logan at the same time.

Willa pulled off her shirt and removed her bra. Her small, firm breasts stood out from her chest. In the warm summer air, her nipples didn't harden despite being exposed to the elements. Willa quickly pulled on her black bikini top to cover herself up.

Next, Willa dropped her shorts to the ground and pulled down her panties. Willa sported a tangle of curly brown hair on her mons that was clumsily maintained in a semi-triangular shape.

Before Willa had a chance to grab her bikini bottoms, Gina feigned having to sneeze and pulled her hands toward her mouth with an embellished "achoo." In doing so, she pulled away the towel that was covering the front of Willa's body.

Willa stood there, nude from the waist down. It all happened so fast that she couldn't quite process it fast enough. Heads began to turn, and people pointed at her and ogled her thick bush. Willa instinctively turned around to cover herself, but in doing so she gave the same audience an unobstructed view of her pale ass. The stares continued and were accompanied by more and more chatter. Gina feigned another sneeze that convinced no one but, in her mind, gave her something to do with her hands other than cover up Willa's body.

Willa fumbled around in her bag and desperately reached for her bikini bottoms, eager to cover up as fast as possible. Her face burned with embarrassment as she searched, and she could feel herself starting to sweat. She finally located them and clumsily tried to step through them. Julie made an effort to wrap her arms around Willa more tightly to cover up Willa's body, but she wasn't able to do so without totally constraining Willa's ability to change.

After what felt like an eternity, Willa pulled up her bikini bottoms and ended the show for the wide-eyed voyeurs staring at her.

Willa was mortified. She had never been naked in public before -- and certainly not in front of an entire beach of vacationers. In the moment, she was beyond embarrassed by the number of people who stared at her crotch as if she was some sort of museum exhibit from a long-gone era.

To make matters worse, Willa caught Gina unsuccessfully trying to conceal a smile and stifle her giggles. Willa felt pretty confident that Gina had done that on purpose.

Willa's embarrassment quickly gave way to anger. Her cheeks turned bright red and flamed with a mixture of humiliation and rage. Gina was supposed to be her friend. What the fuck kind of friend does something like that, Willa thought.

In fact, Willa wondered why Gina invited her on the trip at all. Was it just to embarrass her? That wasn't the Gina she remembered. But at this point, Gina didn't seem like the girl Willa remembered at all.

Willa quickly collected her things and threw them into her bag. Without making eye contact with anyone, she ran away from the group and back toward the hotel. She couldn't bear to be there another minute.

Adding insult to injury, Willa heard Gina and Bridget laughing and commenting to each other as Willa ran away.

"Did you see that bush?" Bridget said with a snicker.

"That thing was gross," Gina said back.

"Looked like something from the seventies," Bridget replied.

By now, Willa was out of earshot. She thought she heard Logan say "hey" as she scurried away, but she wasn't sure if it was directed to her or to the girls insulting her. Willa didn't care. She just wanted to get the hell out of there.

Willa quickly found her way back to the hotel.

"Ms. Tompkins," the front desk employee said. "Back so soon?"

"Yeah," Willa said, wiping the tears away from her eyes.

"Everything alright, Ms. Tompkins?" the employee asked.

"Yes," Willa said. "Thanks..." her voice trailed off as she squinted to see the name on the nametag. "... Jose."

"You're welcome, Ms. Tompkins. I have good news. Your room is ready. Shall I print your room keys?"

"Please."

"Just a moment."

Jose printed two plastic keycards and handed them to Willa in a small paper envelope.

"Here you are," he said. "I'll have someone bring your bags up to your room."

"That isn't necessary," Willa replied. "I can take them."

"Nonsense," the young man replied, straightening his white shirt collar and purple necktie. "In fact, I'll bring them up myself. I'll see you in a few minutes. The elevator is right over there."

"Thank you," Willa said.

Willa backed away from the front desk, entered the small elevator, and quickly found her way to her room. The room was clean and bright. The large bed sported fresh linens, and the curtains were pulled back on the floor-to-ceiling glass doorway which led out to a balcony overlooking the beach in the distance. The room smelled clean and summery, a byproduct of the fresh linens and warm summer air that must have recently made its way into the room.

Before Willa could begin settling in, she heard a knock on the door.

"Here you are, Ms. Tompkins," Jose said when Willa opened the door.

The young man entered the room and put the bags up against the wall before quickly retreating to the hallway.

"Will that be all, Ms. Tompkins?" Jose asked.

"Yes," she said, handing him a tip with a weak smile. "Thank you."

"My pleasure."

Willa shut the door and proceeded to the other end of the room where she closed the curtains and then collapsed on the bed. The cool pillows soothed her red-hot face which still burned with embarrassment. Willa lay there for a moment, desperately waiting for her heart rate to slow and her breathing to even out. Before long they did -- or at least got somewhere back in the neighborhood of normal. The excitement quickly gave way to exhaustion.

It was late afternoon already, and after a long day of traveling, Willa was tired. Between that and the stress of being humiliated by Gina and laughed at by what felt like an entire beach full of people, Willa shut her eyes and tried as hard as she could to think about anything else. In a matter of minutes, her emotions gave way to her weariness, and she fell fast asleep.

* * * * * * * * * *

Willa awoke to the sound of more knocking on her door. The room was darker than before. Willa figured it must have been nighttime by now, and a quick look at the clock on the nightstand confirmed her suspicion. It was a little after 9:00.

The knocking continued, compelling Willa to put her glasses on and make her way to the door as quickly as she could. She opened it and squinted as the light from the hall cascaded into her previously dark room. Logan stood there, still in his swim trunks.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey," Willa replied.

"I'm in the room next door," Logan continued. "I was talking with the guy at the front desk, and he couldn't find one of my bags. He thought he accidentally left it with you. He was going to come up and check, but I told him we were old friends and said I'd ask you myself."

"Let me check," Willa replied, still half-asleep.

"Can I come in?"

"Sure."

Logan entered the room, flipped the light switch, and shut the door behind him.

"Is this it?" Willa asked, pointing to a brown leather duffel bag.

"Yeah," Logan answered.

"Well, here you go," Willa said, handing it to him.

"Listen," Logan said as he took the bag from her. "About earlier."

Willa just looked at him in silence.

"That wasn't cool what Gina did," he said.

"That's a nice way of putting it," Willa shot back.

"My sister can be a bitch," Logan said. "Today was apparently one of those days. You didn't deserve that."

"You certainly didn't do anything to stop it."

"I didn't even realize what had happened until you were running away."

"Sure."

"No, really. I was behind you guys the whole time. It was only when Gina and Bridget started talking about your..." his voice trailed off. He seemed wary of going into specifics.

"My gross bush from the seventies as I believe Gina and Bridget put it?" Willa said.

"Yeah," Logan said. "I mean, no. I don't agree with what they said, obviously. I just meant that's when I figured out what happened, but by then it was too late. I tried to get your attention but you just kept going."

"Yup," Willa replied.

"I'm sorry about all that. And I'm sorry Gina did what she did. I can't change what happened, but is there anything I can do to make it better?"

"Not really."

"Have you eaten yet? I know a little place around the corner from here. How about we get something to eat?"

Willa thought about it for a moment and realized she hadn't eaten anything all day. She was hungry, though she wasn't sure she wanted any company. But it was late, and she was in an unfamiliar place, so she acquiesced.

"Just let me throw on a dress over this," she said, realizing she was still in her bikini from earlier. "Then we'll go."

The small-framed girl rummaged around in her luggage, grabbed a casual dress, and pulled it on. She ran her fingers through her brown hair and straightened her glasses before nodding in Logan's direction.

"Ready," she said.

"Great," the blonde-haired young man replied.

Logan tossed the duffel bag in his own hotel room, and the pair then made their way down to the lobby. Willa moved nervously at first, not wanting to run into Gina and her friends. Fortunately for Willa, they were nowhere to be found.

Logan led her through a few side streets to an outdoor cafe. They grabbed a table at the edge of a long rectangular patio that was illuminated by strings of overhead lights and some carefully placed lamps.

"Dos cervezas, por favor," Willa said to the waiter when he came over.

The waiter nodded and returned with two tall glasses of beer. He placed them on the table and proceeded to take their order. The duo ordered a variety of tapas, thanked the waiter, and got to talking.

"You didn't strike me as the beer-drinking type," Logan said, breaking the silence.

"I guess I'm just full of surprises," Willa replied nonchalantly, taking a sip of her beer and savoring the sensation as the carbonation danced across her tongue.

"Is that so?" Logan asked, sipping his own beer. "Sounds like we've got a lot to catch up on."

"So we do," Willa answered.

"Enlighten me then. What have you been up to since I last saw you?"

Willa talked about her last couple of years of school, how she had been accepted to grad school, and how she was toying with the idea of going on to law school after that.

"Good for you," Logan said. "No doubt in my mind that you'll make one hell of a lawyer if that's what you end up doing."

"Thanks," Willa said with a smile. "How about you?"

"Oh, you know, a little of this, a little of that. I've been traveling a bunch for work. I've actually spent a bunch of time over here in Europe on a consulting project. When I found out you and Gina were going to be here, I canceled my flight back to the States and decided to come here for a few days instead."

The longer they spent talking, the more at ease Willa felt. Slipping away were the humiliation and embarrassment from earlier, and in their place were the comfort and familiarity of talking with an old friend. The two had always gotten along well.

After a few more beers and more food than either of them needed, they paid the bill and left the restaurant.

The pair walked more slowly on their way back to the hotel than they did on their way to the restaurant. They continued to chat as they took in the sights and sounds of the Spanish streets.

"The way you felt," Logan said all of a sudden. "It doesn't have to be like that, you know."

"I'm sorry?" Willa replied questioningly.

"I mean about earlier," Logan said back. "You know, at the beach."

"Oh, completely fucking mortified?" Willa shot back.

"Yeah. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I had a similar experience my first year of college."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. A bunch of guys took my towel and clothes when I was showering. I had to run through the halls of my dorm naked and pound on the door to my room until my roommate opened it. People pointed, laughed, whistled. It wasn't great."

Willa nodded.

"But as I waited for my roommate to open the door, I realized something," Logan continued. "Being naked like that doesn't have to be something you're ashamed of. It's only embarrassing if you let it be embarrassing. So I just dropped my hands -- which were trying to hide my dick -- and let the guys watching me see everything. I stood there naked, making direct eye contact with each person until one by one they looked away. I realized how powerful it could be. From that moment forward, every time I think about being naked, I think about being defiant in the face of shame. I haven't once felt ashamed or embarrassed about being naked since then."

"I don't know what to say," Willa said honestly.

"You don't have to say anything," Logan answered. "Just something to think about. I know Gina and Bridget were laughing and all that, but were you covering yourself?"

"I was," Willa replied. "I was embarrassed, ashamed. Covering up felt natural."

"All I'm saying is imagine if you hadn't," Logan said back. "It might've flipped things around."

"Or given them more to make fun of," Willa said.

The pair had made their way to the hotel lobby and entered the small elevator. Willa pushed the circular button marked with the number eight, which lit up. The doors to the elevator quickly closed, and the elevator began its ascent.

"You never know," Logan said, continuing the conversation after a few seconds of silence. "Just think about it."

"Okay," Willa said.

The doors opened and the duo walked down the hall to their adjacent rooms.

"Night, Willa," Logan said as he tapped his room key against the door handle.

"Night, Logan," Willa said, doing the same.

Willa unpacked a few things, took a quick shower, pulled on her pajamas, and climbed into bed where she quickly drifted off to sleep.

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Always an early riser, Willa woke up at dawn the following morning. The early morning sunlight peeked through the gap between the curtains.

Willa rose from the bed and pulled the curtains to the side, filling the room with warm yellow hues. The small brown-haired girl pulled open the sliding door to the balcony and stepped outside into the morning air. She looked around to the balconies on either side of her -- there were no dividing walls between them -- and saw no one. She felt content to have a few moments of solitude in the peaceful morning breeze and sat on one of the balcony chairs.

Before long, Willa got to thinking about what Logan had said the night before, about how being naked doesn't mean you need to feel ashamed. Willa pondered the concept for a moment then tried to put it out of her mind, deciding it was a ridiculous idea.

But she couldn't. With each passing minute, she thought more and more about what Logan said and began to talk herself into giving it a try. Now was as good a time as any, or at least that's what she told herself.

Daring to be bold, Willa pulled her pajama top over her head, exposing her small breasts to the morning air. The summer breeze danced across them, causing her nipples to harden in response. The small, dark pink nubs stood out from her lighter pink areolas. Willa felt a sense of exhilaration that she had never experienced before. There she was, the ultra-cautious Willa Tompkins, sitting with her tits out on a balcony in broad daylight. She felt confident all of a sudden. Maybe there was something to what Logan had told her.

Willa didn't stop there. She put her pajama shirt aside then stood and grabbed the waistband of her cotton pajama shorts. With a quick movement, she tugged those down to her feet and kicked them away. Only her light blue cotton panties remained. Not wanting to leave any time for second thoughts, Willa tugged those down to her ankles too and set them aside.

The morning sun illuminated the tangle of dark brown curls atop her mons. Her coarse hair almost glistened in the sunlight. Willa's hand wandered downward, and she ran her fingers through the patch of unruly hair, almost as if to try to comb it into submission. It of course didn't work.

Willa just stood there for a few seconds and took in the moment. For the first time in a while -- possibly ever -- she felt proud of her body. More than that, for the briefest moment, she felt proud to be naked. She hadn't always liked her small breasts, and she felt beyond ashamed of her grooming the day before. But this morning, Willa felt like a piece of Renaissance artwork worthy of admiration. She felt like a woman -- not a girl, not a college student, but a woman. She resolved not to let Gina or Bridget or anyone else take that away from her again. Willa felt like she was on top of the world and nothing could bring her down.

"Morning," a voice said all of a sudden, startling Willa beyond belief.

Willa's head pivoted to her right where she saw Logan standing on his balcony with two cups of coffee in his hand.

"Jesus," Willa shrieked as she made a chaotic effort to cover her breasts and mons with her small hands. "How long have you been standing there?"

"Oh, not long," Logan replied with a grin. "I went out to get coffee this morning. I knocked on your door when I got back but you didn't hear me. So I thought I'd come out here. What a surprise this was to see. Looks like you took my advice."

"Shut up," Willa said. "Turn around so I can put my clothes back on."

"Maybe you didn't take my advice after all," Logan said.

"Just do it," Willa said.

Logan complied, and Willa quickly put her panties and pajamas back on while Logan's back was turned.

"All set," Willa called to the balcony beside hers.

"That's a shame," Logan said with a smile. "The morning sun suited you."

Willa just stared back at him blankly.

"Coffee?" Logan asked before the silence lingered too long.

"Thanks," Willa said, reaching across the balcony railing to take the cup of hot liquid from Logan's outstretched hand.

"So," Logan said.

"So," Willa replied.

"How was it?"

"How was what?"

"Come on, Willa. Don't be coy."

"It was good -- until you showed up and scared the shit out of me."

"Sorry about that, again."

"It's okay."

"Really though, how was it?"

"Honestly?" Willa said thoughtfully before taking a long sip of coffee. "It was kind of a rush. When it was just me out here, I felt like I was more alive than ever. I guess it's just being around other people that makes me uneasy."

"It was just me," Logan said. "Besides, I thought you looked pretty damn sexy."

Logan's words hung in the air like a plume of smoke from a wildfire. They just looked at each other but said nothing. Willa felt her nipples get harder and moved her arm in front of her chest.

"Anyway," Logan continued. "I'm glad to hear you say that because now I know what we're going to do today."

"What's that?" Willa asked.

"I know a great spot to get a little more sun -- a little more privately, if you catch my drift."

"What about Gina and her friends?"

"Didn't think you'd want to hang out with them today," Logan said. "Besides, after what she did yesterday, I'm not so sure I want to be around her either. I'd rather spend the day with you."

Willa nodded but said nothing.

"So, we'll finish this coffee, go get dressed, and then head out. Sound good?"

Willa nodded again.

"Great," Logan said. "So, how'd you sleep?"

With that, the two drifted back to normal, casual conversation. Before long, they had finished their coffee and got ready to leave.

Willa retreated into her hotel room and was about to get dressed until she realized she had no idea where they were going or what to wear.

"What should I wear?" she called out into the morning air.

"A bathing suit is fine," Logan called back from his own room.

"Sounds good," Willa called back.

As she stripped off her pajamas and underwear, she noticed that her panties had grown damp. Whether it was the morning nudity, Logan calling her sexy, or some combination of the two, she wasn't sure. But whatever it was, she didn't mind.

After quickly pulling on a bikini and cover-up, she threw a few things in a bag and was ready to go. Willa slid the balcony door back into the locked position and went out into the hall to knock on Logan's door. He, too, was ready to leave, so they headed down to the lobby and jumped in a black sedan that was parked outside.

"Is this yours?" Willa asked.

"Borrowed it from a friend for a few days," Logan replied.

Logan began driving as he and Willa chatted. They drove for a while until they eventually arrived at what looked to be a private residence along the water.

"What is this place?" Willa asked.

"My boss's house. Well, one of them."

"Is he here?"

"Nah. He's in Shanghai for the next two months. I told him I would be here for a few days and he said I could use it if I wanted to. He said it's a great way to get away from the hustle and bustle for a while."

Logan parked the car, and he and Willa headed inside. The house itself was not large, but it had a sizable outdoor deck that overlooked the water. Tall trees lined the perimeter of the property on either side, shielding the deck from prying eyes.

Logan and Willa found their way to the deck and plopped down onto a pair of deck chairs. Willa pulled out a couple of towels she had taken from the hotel as well as a bottle of sunscreen.

"You can do whatever you want," Logan began. "But I thought you might like to pick up where you left off earlier out here."

"What do you mean?" Willa asked, playing dumb but knowing full well what Logan was suggesting.

"I mean embracing being naked," Logan replied matter-of-factly. "And if it was okay with you, I would do the same."

Willa thought for a moment and, despite some nervousness, decided she would give it a try. Logan had already seen her naked, after all. And she would be lying if she said she wasn't curious as to what he looked like naked.

"Okay," Willa finally said. "No one will know, right?"

"Our secret," Logan replied. "And if at any point you want to go back to normal, just say the word."

"Okay," Willa said again. "Who first?"

"I can start," he answered.

Without much thought, Logan pulled his polo shirt over his head, revealing his toned and tanned torso. Then, with a quick tug, he pulled his swim trunks down to his ankles, leaving him totally exposed.

Willa's gaze quickly found its way to Logan's crotch. Her eyes widened at the sight of his penis. It was large -- larger than she expected, not that she really knew what to expect -- and stood out prominently from his groin. Unlike on his head, his crotch did not feature any of his characteristic blonde hair, or any hair for that matter. The absence of anything else around it only made his penis look even larger.

"Willa," Logan said after a couple of moments. "Eyes up here." He offered his characteristically wry smile.

Willa looked up at him with a nervous smile. Obviously she had known him for a long time, but she never dreamed of seeing him like this. Her nipples stiffened in response, and she could sense her own crotch growing wetter.

Willa wasn't a virgin, but she wasn't very sexually experienced, either. She had seen exactly two penises up close before -- one during a wayward game of truth or dare freshman year, the other during her one and only intimate sexual encounter. She had slept with another student who was in a number of her classes sophomore year. He was well-meaning but lacking in ability between the sheets, leaving Willa underwhelmed to say the least. She didn't bother pursuing other sexual encounters for the rest of college, focusing instead on her studies and other things. She didn't think she was missing much. But seeing Logan's penis up close, with its light tan shaft and prominent dark pink head, made her wonder what she had been missing for the last few years.

"Your turn," Logan said, rousing Willa from her distracting thoughts.

"Huh?" she replied. "Oh, uh, okay."

Willa stood and instinctively turned her back to Logan. She took off her cover-up, removed her bikini top quickly and then tugged her bikini bottoms down to her ankles before she could overthink it and talk herself out of it. Her back remained to Logan so that he could only look at the pale white flesh of her small but firm ass. Willa took a few seconds to work up the courage to turn around but finally allowed the blonde-haired young man beside her to get an unobstructed view of her entire body.

"You look amazing," Logan said in a sincere-sounding tone.

His eyes worked their way from her face to her small breasts and finally to her mons. His eyes remained there for a moment, fixated by either her bush or what he imagined was beneath it. Willa blushed from the attention.

"Eyes up here, Logan," Willa said, borrowing his phrase from earlier.

Logan worked his eyes back up Willa's body until he met Willa's gaze. They shared a look and a smile before sitting back down in their respective deck chairs.

They sat in silence for a little while, taking in the sounds of the nearby water and surrounding nature. It felt peaceful. After the first few seconds, Willa didn't feel the slightest bit embarrassed about being naked in front of Logan. When he was looking at her longingly, she felt the same exhilaration and power she had felt earlier that morning when she stood out on her hotel room balcony.

Logan got up and walked inside at one point and returned with a couple of beers. He handed one to Willa, and they clinked rims before taking a sip.

"Not bad, right?" Logan asked, gesturing around at the view.

"Not bad at all," Willa replied.

"Great place to get rid of some tan lines," Logan added.

"Have you done this before?"

"Maybe."

"Here?"

"Yeah. My boss is a pretty cool guy. He let me use his place once before. I was by myself after a week working in the city. Needless to say, I much prefer the company this time."

Willa blushed again. Not knowing what to say, she took another sip of her beer. She soaked up the warm sun and smiled. Yesterday she was being mocked by Gina. Today she was naked under the summer sun with Logan and one hell of a view. What a difference a day makes, she thought.

The pair chatted for a while, and Logan grabbed them a couple more beers from his boss's fridge in due course.

After a while in the sun, Willa's pale skin began to feel warm. She reached into her bag, grabbed the sunscreen, and began applying the creamy white liquid to her torso. She ably covered her arms, legs, and the front of her torso, but she was unable to easily apply the sunscreen to her back.

"Need a hand?" Logan offered casually after watching her struggle for a few seconds.

"I think I can manage," Willa replied, continuing to struggle.

"You sure about that?" Logan quipped.

"Okay smartass," Willa said. "Go ahead."

Willa handed him the sunscreen and stretched out on her stomach on the deck chair. The blonde-haired young man squirted some into his palm, rubbed his hands together, and began rubbing the liquid into Willa's back.

Willa enjoyed the firm touch of his large hands. She enjoyed it even more when his touch turned from a simple application of sunscreen into a gentle massage of her back. Willa instinctively wanted to ask what he was doing but decided against it.

At one point, Logan's hands worked their way down Willa's back and reached her butt. He lingered at her waist for a moment and, receiving no objection, let his hands wander further to massage her cheeks. Willa let out a small moan in response, which she did everything she could to muffle.

Logan finished his work, told Willa she was all set, and began applying some sunscreen to himself.

Willa flipped onto her back and looked over at Logan. He quickly coated his arms and legs before turning his attention to the rest of his body. Seemingly trying to avoid a particularly inconvenient sunburn, he applied a generous dollop of the cream to his penis. His sex reacted to his touch and began to harden, and Willa's eyes widened at the sight. Sensing he had an intrigued audience, Logan gave himself one final stroke before letting his semi-erect penis flop back onto his torso.

After years of casting aside nearly all sexual thoughts, Willa was becoming aroused. She began sweating -- probably from a mixture of attraction and nervousness -- and felt herself grow wetter between her legs.

"Mind doing my back?" Logan asked.

"Sure," Willa replied.

Logan handed her the sunscreen, and she began working the lotion into his back. She ran her fingers along his neck and spine then worked outward. His muscles were well-defined and firm. She wondered if he worked out and quickly concluded that he must in order to have a body like that. This wasn't helping her growing attraction for her friend. She had never really viewed him as a sexual being before -- they were childhood friends after all -- but seeing, and touching, his naked body was changing that.

Willa worked her way down his back until she reached his waist. She thought about reciprocating what Logan had done, but her nervousness took over and she decided against it at the last second, pulling her hands away.

"Thanks, Willa," Logan said, flipping over onto his back.

"No problem," Willa replied, reclining onto her back in her chair, as well.

The pair remained there quietly for a while, taking in the ambience as before. After a while, Willa noticed that Logan had fallen asleep, or at least seemed to have fallen asleep. His eyes were closed, and his breathing became somewhat rhythmic.

Willa closed her eyes in hopes of doing the same, but it was no use. So many thoughts danced around in her head, and she had no clue what to do with them. Was she developing feelings for Logan? Was it just sexual attraction? Was it both? The barrage of musings was unending. This was unfamiliar territory for her, and try as she might to dismiss what she was feeling, she couldn't. She couldn't quite quantify what she was feeling, but she knew she was feeling something. On top of that, she was lying there totally exposed for him to see. She would never have dreamed of doing such a thing, yet there she was.

Willa glanced over at Logan after several unsuccessful minutes of trying to sleep. To her surprise, she saw his penis begin to harden without him even touching it. With each passing moment, it grew harder and harder until it was fully erect. She looked at his eyes to see if he had woken up, but they were still shut tight.

She decided that he must be having quite a dream. She wondered what he was dreaming about. Was it her? Couldn't be. Maybe some hot blonde he met. Or was it? She couldn't be sure.

Without noticing, Willa's hand gradually moved to the junction between her thighs. She ran a finger along her slit and collected the moisture that had gathered there. She wasn't really one to masturbate, but seeing Logan's thick, erect penis was almost irresistible. And since she couldn't touch that, the only thing she could touch was herself.

So she did.

With some amateurish fumbling, Willa began rubbing her clit before slipping a finger inside herself. She marveled at the warmth and wetness that had grown within her. As she stroked her insides and resigned herself to the unfamiliar sensations, her breath began to quicken. She let her other hand pinch each of her nipples, adding a sharp sensation that complemented the one she felt between her legs.

She would have kept going, but all of a sudden Logan woke up. Willa quickly withdrew her fingers from her vagina, threw both her hands in her lap, and tried to act casual. The groggy blonde young man didn't seem to notice anything aside from his erection, but even that wasn't enough to prompt any major reaction from him.

"Guess I fell asleep there," he said.

"Yeah," Willa replied.

"Must be the sun," Logan added.

"Must be," Willa said.

Logan sat there in silence for a few minutes and quietly looked out toward the horizon. Willa tried to direct her gaze the same way, but her curiosity got the better of her. Every time she looked toward the water, her eyes wandered back to Logan's crotch. Too wrapped up in her own desire, she didn't really try to be discreet. She was too busy marveling at Logan's erect penis.

"It won't bite, you know," Logan said after about the fifth time Willa looked at his crotch.

"I, uh..." Willa's voice trailed off, as she didn't know what to say.

"Relax," Logan replied. "It's okay to be curious."

Willa swallowed hard and nodded.

"I'm sure you've seen a dick before," Logan continued. "Haven't you?"

"Two," Willa said. "Briefly."

"Ah," Logan replied. "That explains the staring, then."

Willa's face turned red with embarrassment. Willa muttered an apology and stared at the ground.

"Come here," Logan said, motioning for Willa to join him on his chair.

Willa did as he asked and sat next to him.

"So," he began. "I assume you know the basic layout here? Head, shaft, balls," he said, pointing to each part of his crotch as the words left his mouth.

"Yeah," Willa replied, fighting the urge to make a sarcastic comment about having taken an anatomy class.

"Have you, you know, touched one?" Logan asked.

"Sort of," Willa replied.

"What does that mean?"

"I hooked up with a guy once -- I can't believe I'm telling you this -- but it wasn't very good and I didn't really know what I was doing. That was a while ago now. Never really bothered to find a guy to try again with."

"Do you want me to show you?"

Willa paused for a moment. She wondered whether all this nudity was just a ploy by Logan to get her to touch him. She dismissed the thought, realizing he could have any girl he wanted and surely didn't need to resort to some elaborate arrangement like this to get laid.

"Okay," Willa replied.

"Okay," Logan said. "Well, the head is the most sensitive spot, but everything can be pretty sensitive. While some guys can get inventive, most guys get off from a mix of friction and stroking. So, whether it's your hand or your mouth or your pussy, it basically comes down to a lot of gripping and rubbing."

Logan briefly demonstrated by gripping his hard shaft and running his hand along it. He moved his large hand back and forth a few times, causing some precum to leak out of the tip which he used to coat his member with his next stroke.

"See?" he said. "You just keep doing that, and soon enough the guy will finish."

"Got it," Willa replied, thinking to herself that it all seemed relatively simple.

"You can try," Logan said. "If you want to. Only if you want to."

"You mean, on you?" Willa asked.

"I don't see anyone else here."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course."

Willa reached out and took Logan's penis in her hand. She squeezed it, almost as if to confirm it really was that hard and wouldn't snap in half if she went any further. Reassured, she tightened her hand around it and started to move her hand up and down his shaft.

"A little strong of a grip there," Logan said, reacting to the tightness of her fist and the almost painful friction it was causing. "Here, try this."

Logan grabbed the sunscreen bottle and squirted some of the liquid into Willa's hand. He took her hand into his, rubbed some of the lotion around until it coated her palm and fingers, and said "try now."

So she did.

Willa's hand was able to glide more smoothly along Logan's penis now, and she soon settled into a steady rhythm of stroking. Logan's dick felt smooth in her hand, and she liked the sensation of running her hand along it. She looked up at Logan's face, but he had closed his eyes and was just enjoying the moment, so Willa directed her gaze elsewhere.

Her eyes returned to his crotch and focused on his balls. She longed to touch them and gently placed her other hand on his sac in response. Logan let out a soft "ahhh" but kept his eyes closed.

Willa gently fondled each nut, one after the other, careful not to squeeze too hard. She marveled at how hairless his sex was compared to hers and wondered, just for a moment, what it would feel like if she went clean shaven like Logan. She didn't have time to think that hard about it since Logan soon interrupted.

"I'm getting close, Willa," he said.

"Do you want me to stop?" she asked, not sure what to do.

"God no," he answered. "Just keep doing exactly what you're doing."

Willa did as he said and carried on stroking her friend's cock, slightly faster than before. All of a sudden, the dam burst, and Logan shot several long ropes of cum onto his chest. Willa felt his shaft and balls tighten and release with each shot, like a cannon firing and recoiling.

Her eyes were glued to the milky white fluid that had begun to pool on Logan's chest. She definitely hadn't seen that before. The one guy she had hooked up with had finished inside of, and quickly disposed of, a condom. Ever intellectually curious, Willa was now intrigued.

"Shit," Logan said. "You're a fast learner."

Willa smiled with a tremendous sense of accomplishment. The book-smart girl had just brought Logan Watkins to orgasm in a matter of minutes. To say she was proud wouldn't do justice to the satisfaction she felt.

"I try," Willa replied with a grin.

"Could you grab some paper towels from the kitchen so I can clean up?" Logan asked.

"Sure."

Willa scurried into the house and grabbed a few sheets from the roll of paper towels on the counter. She quickly returned to the deck and wiped up the remnants of Logan's orgasm before scampering back inside to dispose of the soiled paper towels. After throwing them away, she noticed she had a small glob of Logan's ejaculate on her index finger. She stopped herself from wiping it away and, letting her curiosity get the better of her, slipped her finger into her mouth. A strong and unfamiliar taste washed over her tongue. She swallowed without gagging and could feel the sticky fluid move down her throat. At least she knew what it tasted like now, she thought to herself.

As Willa moved swiftly through the kitchen, she created a breeze that brushed against her body. She noticed it made her vulva feel particularly chilled, and a quick touch of her finger to her pussy confirmed the existence of a dampness between her thighs. There was no denying that what she had just done had made her horny beyond belief. But there was nothing she could do -- at least nothing she was willing to do -- about that for the time being.

Willa rejoined Logan on the deck and plopped down on her chair. They chatted for a while, talking about anything and everything aside from what had just occurred. They just sat there naked, soaking up the sun and enjoying the warm summer air.

The day slipped away, and after a couple more drinks and a lunch made up of snacks from Logan's boss's kitchen, early evening was upon them.

"I guess we should probably head back soon," Logan said.

Logan's eyes danced across Willa's entire body, not particularly discreetly.

"Yeah," Willa said, noticing the direction of Logan's gaze and enjoying the fact that Logan was looking at her the way she had looked at him earlier.

"Should we get dressed?" Logan asked, still fixated on Willa's body. "It'd probably be a bad idea to walk through the hotel lobby naked once we get back."

"Good point," Willa replied, reaching down and grabbing her bikini and putting it back on.

A look of dejection washed over Logan's face, though he did his best to hide it and grabbed his swim trunks to put them on.

After checking to make sure they had everything, they headed out, locked the door, and jumped in the car for the drive back. As they drove, Willa caught Logan looking over at her a few more times, and she thought she saw a hardness forming in his swim trunks, but she couldn't be sure.

By the time they parked and strolled through the lobby, it was evening and the sun had almost fully disappeared. Willa asked if they should find a nearby restaurant for dinner.

"I've got a better idea," Logan said. "Let's order room service. We can eat out on my balcony -- a little more freely if you catch my drift. If you want to, that is."

Willa smiled. "Sounds great," she said.

They took the elevator and went straight to Logan's hotel room. Within minutes, they had called down and ordered room service, and Logan opened a bottle of red wine for them to share.

They clinked glasses and each took a sip before Logan said "is it hot in here?" as if to give them an excuse to strip.

Logan went first, pulling off his shirt and dropping his swim trunks to the ground. Willa's eyes were drawn back to his naked member as she replayed the memory of bringing him to orgasm in her mind.

"Ahem," Logan said after standing there for a few seconds.

"Sorry," Willa replied, beginning to fumble with her bikini top.

"I'll help," Logan replied.

He walked over and stood behind her, taking the strings of her bikini top in his fingers. He untied them, letting her top fall to the ground. Logan knelt behind her and pulled down her bikini bottoms until they too fell to the ground.

Willa stood there in motionless anticipation as Logan remained on his knees behind her. She could feel his breath on her ass, giving her goosebumps down her legs. She waited for him to make a move, but he stood back up instead. As he did, his cock brushed against her ass, sending shivers down her spine and adding more goosebumps to her flesh.

Willa turned to face him and stared into the eyes of her old friend. In an instant, their lips met in a collision of emotion and desire. Willa's eyes were closed, heightening the sensations she felt elsewhere. Logan's lips were soft but firm, and his tongue soon brushed against hers. Willa opened her mouth to receive it, not sure exactly how to proceed but knowing that she wanted as much of him as she could get.

Their tongues danced around, touching here and darting there. Logan pulled his tongue back all of a sudden, and Willa feared their intimate moment had ended.

Instead, Logan grabbed her by the hips and lifted her small, slender body off the ground. He carried her to the bed and lowered her onto her back where she remained.

He kissed her mouth again before moving to her neck, which he covered with the smallest kisses at first before nibbling on the skin. Willa let out a soft moan, and Logan pulled away again.

"Dinner should be here in a few minutes," he said. "Just enough time for an appetizer."

With that, he pushed Willa's knees apart with his hands, causing her legs to spread and her vulva to open like a delicate flower. Logan bent down and kissed the tangle of dark brown curls that covered her mons. Willa's face turned crimson, and her insides burned with desire.

Logan kissed her mons again and then worked his way to her slit. His tongue licked her slit from bottom to top, causing Willa to shudder. Logan reached in and parted her hair-covered outer lips with his thumbs, exposing Willa's pink interior. Logan offered his tongue, making contact with her small inner lips and the hood that covered her most sensitive spot. Willa shuddered even more forcefully than before and covered her eyes with her arm.

Needing no further encouragement, Logan's tongue dove into her intimate canal and lapped up the wetness that had accumulated there. His tongue danced along her clit with rhythmic pressure, slowly at first but then faster. Willa instinctively spread her legs as far apart as they would go. Logan's tongue continued its tango around her clit, occasionally darting in and out of her vagina.

Willa had never felt anything like this before. The one guy she had slept with never went down on her -- not that he'd even know what to do if he tried. Logan, however, obviously knew what he was doing. Willa could feel herself grow wetter as the pressure was building within her pussy. She didn't know what was going to happen, but whatever it was, she was certain it wouldn't take long. Her clit tingled, sending shockwaves throughout her body every time Logan's tongue touched it. Each lick, nibble, and suck felt like an exploding firework, filling her consciousness with a landscape of vibrant sensations.

Logan continued working, flicking her sensitive nub with just the right amount of pressure from his tongue. He kept doing it, over and over, turning Willa's soft moans into loud groans. Finally, he sent her over the edge.

The brown-haired girl grabbed at the bedsheets and bucked her hips violently. Her groans blended together into a sort of emphatic scream as the waves of her orgasm rolled over her. Logan continued to lick her sensitive clit until Willa's orgasm finally subsided. He lifted his head from her vulva and smiled.

Before either of them could say anything, there was a loud knock on the door.

"Just in time," Logan said with a wry smile.

He jumped from the bed and threw on a pair of shorts that were nearby. They did little to conceal his erection, but he didn't seem to care. He trotted to the door of his room and swung it open.

"Hey Jose," Logan said nonchalantly.

"I have your room service order here, Mr. Watkins," said the dutiful front desk employee.

"Thanks, Jose," Logan said.

"Shall I bring it inside, Mr. Watkins?" Jose asked.

"That won't be necessary."

"Are you sure? It is no trouble at all, Mr. Watkins."

Willa's ears perked up, but she was too busy recovering from her powerful orgasm to cover herself up. She remained motionless, unable to move. At this point, she didn't much care if Jose walked in and saw her spread eagle -- in part because of her increased comfort with being naked and in part because it would be a small price to pay for what Logan gave her a few moments earlier.

"I'm sure," Logan said. "I'll just take the tray from you."

"Very well, Mr. Watkins," Jose said. "Here you are."

"Thanks, Jose. Have a good night."

"Buenas noches, Mr. Watkins."

The door slammed shut, and Logan returned to Willa's side after putting the tray on the desk.

"You good, Willa?" Logan asked.

"Better than you know," Willa said back.

"Come on," Logan said. "Let's eat on the balcony. It's getting dark. I doubt anyone will be able to see us. And even if they do, I don't care. I hope you don't either."

"Nope."

"Great. I'll help you."

With a swift movement, Logan put his arms under Willa's body and lifted her off the bed. He carried her to the balcony door, holding her with one arm as he opened it in a display of strength, then sat her down in a chair on the balcony. He quickly returned with the tray and the mostly full glasses of red wine. After closing the balcony door behind him, he sat on a chair next to Willa.

"Salud," Logan said, lifting up one of the glasses.

"Cheers," Willa said back, lifting the other and clinking it against Logan's.

The duo slowly consumed their meal and fell right back into casual conversation as if Logan hadn't just brought Willa to climax a few minutes before. Logan talked more about his work and his boss who generously let him use his house. They talked about maybe trying to meet up there again sometime later that year, assuming they could both get away from their obligations in other parts of the world.

The wine flowed freely as they ate and talked -- more freely for Logan than for Willa. He drank at least two glasses for every one Willa drank, and after they finished off the first bottle, he opened up a second. By the time they finished that one, Logan was clearly feeling emboldened.

"You know something?" Logan said, slurring his words a bit.

"Hmm?" Willa replied.

"You're so fucking sexy," he said.

"Thank you," Willa said softly with a small smile.

"The moment I saw you in that lobby, I knew I wanted you. I knew I wanted to kiss you and lick you and fuck you."

Willa's heart skipped a beat at that last part. It wasn't objectively surprising. After all, he had gone down on her earlier that night. It wasn't a shock to think he would want to have sex with her, too. Still, she felt a certain excitement hearing him say it so frankly, albeit a bit crudely.

"Is that so?" Willa replied.

"Fuck yeah," Logan said, feeling the effects of the wine.

Willa smiled in anticipation. She hadn't had sex in so long, and now Logan Watkins wanted to have sex with her. If he was as good with his dick as he was with his tongue, he'd be a huge step up from the last guy, Willa thought to herself.

"So, uh, do you want to?" Logan continued. "You know, fuck."

"I'd love to," Willa started to say as they stood up.

But the blonde-haired young man stumbled awkwardly, probably from the alcohol and the sun. He didn't quite fall to the ground, but he did have to brace himself with his hand.

"But not tonight," Willa finished her sentence, knowing full well that Logan needed to just go to sleep for now.

"Come on," Logan said. "I'm fine. You seemed into it earlier."

"I was. And it'll give me something to look forward to for tomorrow. But right now, I think we should both get some sleep."

"Okay."

Willa guided him to the bed and lifted the covers for him. He slid into the sheets and put his head on the pillow. Willa lingered there for a moment, admiring his thick penis -- which was still sizable when soft -- before pulling the covers up to Logan's neck.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Willa said softly before kissing him on the cheek.

"I'll see you then," Logan said, closing his eyes.

Willa turned out the lights and grabbed her belongings. Without thinking, and without remembering she was naked, she swung open Logan's hotel room door and stepped into the hallway. Her room was only a few steps away, but for the briefest moment, she stood there naked for anyone to see.

She looked around and saw an older man walking down the hall. His back was to her, so he didn't see her at first. Willa tried to quickly open her door but couldn't find her room key in the mess of belongings she was carrying. She dropped a few things on the floor, causing a commotion and prompting the older man to turn around.

He looked right at her through his round glasses, seemingly unable to comprehend what he was watching.

The man called out to her and asked if she needed help. Willa shook her head and thanked him but made no effort to cover up. The man just stared at the short, nude girl. Rather than giving in to embarrassment, Willa stood there, almost proudly. If he wanted to look at her naked body, he could. She had nothing to be ashamed of.

She found her room key soon enough and, after unlocking the door, scampered inside with her things. She thought she heard the older man whistle as she spun around to go inside, which would have given him an unobstructed view of her ass. She decided to take it as a compliment.

Willa took a quick shower before collapsing on her bed. She remained on her back for a few minutes, playing through the day's events in her head. She vividly remembered the orgasm that Logan gave her before dinner, the way his tongue felt on her lips and clit, the way her vagina spasmed with pleasure. She longed to recreate that feeling and slipped a hand between her legs. Her fingers rested in the patch of hair for a moment before slowly circling her clit.

She closed her eyes and thought of Logan's face between her legs. She thought of his thick cock that she had stroked earlier that day. Her body grew warmer with the heat of desire as she imagined what it would feel like to have his cock inside her. She slipped a finger inside herself to try to simulate the sensation and quickly added another. Her fingers danced around her wet interior as she slowly climbed the ladder toward orgasm.

"Fuck me, Logan," Willa breathlessly whispered to herself as she worked her fingers in and out of her vagina. "Fuck me hard. Yes, right there, Logan. Right there."

She rammed her fingers inside herself as she imagined Logan giving her one last thrust with his hard cock. That sent her over the edge. She wanted to scream out loud but buried her face in a pillow instead to keep quiet. She tightened her legs around her hand and bucked her hips fiercely until her orgasm subsided. It wasn't the real thing, but for what it was, Willa thought it was pretty damn good.

Willa lay there for a while, her heart racing from her second orgasm of the night. As her heart rate slowed and her breathing returned to normal, she dreamed of riding Logan to another orgasm -- and hopefully bringing him to one of his own at the same time. But for now, her body longed to rest, so her dreams would just have to wait until tomorrow.

With Logan's body on her mind and his name on her lips, Willa drifted off to sleep as she finally gave in to the exhaustion from her day spent under the summer sun.