Oops, I forgot to add CPOV to this chapter, so I've edited and replaced it…Sorry~
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Chapter 11
EPOV
The first class flight took about six hours and, after all the excitement of the previous week; I slept most of the way, snuggled up to Emmett.
"Hey, sweetness," he called, shaking me gently. "We're about to land, and you need to fasten your seatbelt."
I whimpered and burrowed further into his chest, not wanting to move from his arms.
"Come on," he coaxed, chuckling softly. "We're almost in paradise."
I sat up and, lifting my head, I kissed just under his jaw before lifting my arms and stretching. As I did, my shirt rose to expose a sliver of the skin on my stomach. I glanced at Em through my lashes when I heard him groan quietly, and I giggled. He bent his head and kissed me.
"You are a naughty vixen," he whispered in my ear, nipping the lobe.
"Hmmm," I murmured. "But you like me that way."
"Oh, hell yeah," he replied, hugging me closer just as the stewardess stopped next to us.
Please fasten your seat belts, we'll be landing shortly," she instructed smiling politely.
I smiled back at her as Em and I reached for our belts. I watched her as she continued up the aisle, admiring how smart she looked in her uniform of a navy blue tight skirt and jacket, with a perky hat sitting jauntily on her perfectly up styled bond hair. I had often thought about a career as an airline stewardess, but the law held a much deeper fascination for me.
Cam and James were seated across the aisle from us, and were preparing for landing, too. Cam smiled over at me and gave me a thumbs-up. We were on the brink of an exciting adventure.
As we got off of the plane, we were greeted by two beautiful Hawaiian girls welcoming each passenger with beautiful floral lei. They were breathtaking with their shapely bodies, long black hair, winning smiles, and bright eyes.
"Aloha," one of them smiled at me as she placed the fragrant flowers around my neck.
"Thanks," I replied with a smile of my own.
Turning I saw Em leaning down to have a lei placed around his neck, too. The only difference was the seductive gleam in the girl's eye, and she kissed him on the cheek. I felt the green monster of jealousy jolt through me, and I grabbed his arm proprietarily, pulling him away. I turned my head to see her give him a little wave. She glared at me. He was grinning ear to ear down at me when I looked back up at him. I scowled.
"What?" He questioned innocently. "She was just welcoming me to Hawaii, she obviously knows quality when she sees it."
Your quality is not what she was looking at," I retorted, glancing down at the noticeable bulge in his jeans. "I may just have to resort to carrying some ice around with me while we're here!"
I heard Cam and James snort and guffaw behind us.
"But, babe," he soothed. "The only reason for it is you."
"Yeah, right," I murmured sarcastically, rolling my eyes at him, and leading our small entourage toward the terminal exit and the bank if taxis waiting for hire. We climbed into one and, after throwing our bags into the trunk, we all climbed in, giving the cabbie our destination…the Hilton Waikiki.
We entered the lobby of the luxurious hotel…the guys carrying all our luggage. The desk captain kept a stoic face as he checked us in: one room under the names Camille Caravelli and Emily Russo, and one room under the names Emmett McCarty and James Hightower. Seems the dads had tried to keep their little girls safe from the big bad boys. He handed us our keys and wished us a pleasant stay.
As we turned toward the elevators, I caught the knowing smirk and shake of his head. Glancing at Cam, we both grinned and I knew she had seen it, too.
Looking at our keys as we walked to the bank of elevators, we were surprised to find our reservations were now for a pair of suites on the 37th floor.
"Looks like Daddy has given us a gift," Cam said, smiling at James.
He quirked a brow at her, and she dangle the keys before him.
"These are upgraded accommodations," she answered his unspoken question. "Only the best for his 'little girl'."
"Guess that means I'm the best then, doesn't it?" he said cockily, with a grin. "We all are!"
"Of course sweet love," Cam replied, kissing his cheek sweetly, "Daddy loves you."
Em and I groaned at them just as the elevator doors opened onto the 37th floor. Shuffling out into the hall, we quickly located the suites. We stopped between the two doors and, the guys dropped the bags. After an awkward moment, Em spoke.
"Oh, hell, we all know we're gonna share rooms as couples," he said, picking up his and my bags. "Let's get settled.
He nodded to me to open suite 3710 and, after fishing the room key out of his jeans pocket, I unlocked the door. Letting him go ahead of me with the bags, I glanced at Cam and grinned as I slipped into the sitting room and quietly closed the door.
Em strode confidently into the bedroom and deposited the bags on the end of the huge king-sized bed. Turning back to me, he pulled me from the doorway and into his arms, kissing me passionately.
"God, I don't know what it is about a hotel room," he murmured against my lips. "But I f*cking want you so bad right now."
"I know what you mean, Em," I replied, putting a bit of space between us. "But, baby, we promised James and Cam we'd meet them downstairs while it is still daylight so that you guys can check out the competition sight."
With a groan, he turned away to grab his bags.
"Then, by all means, let's get settled and changed," he said sharply.
"Em?" I questioned with a frown.
He stopped placing his shirts and shorts into a dresser drawer and, shaking his head with a sigh, turned to face me.
"It's okay, sweetness," he said apologetically. "I'm just being a little selfish, I guess. But you'd better prepare yourself for later; you won't know what hit you."
"Neither will you." I smirked seductively, turning to grab my own bags; thinking
of the sexy lingerie I had purchased while shopping with Cam for the trip.
He turned back to look at me and, with raised brows, took a step toward me.
"Uh uh," I said with a wink. "Not 'til later, big guy."
I did however make sure he 'accidently' caught a glimpse of the black, red, purple, and white scraps of silk, as I hurriedly stashed them in a dresser drawer. He stood there with his hands in his pockets and his eyes closed, brows furrowed. Then, with a deep sigh, turned back to his unpacking.
Thirty minutes later we met Cam and James at the elevator. The guys were in colourful jams and t-shirts, while Cam and I were in shorts and sleeveless blouses. Of course, we all wore the ever popular rubber thongs…perfect for beach footwear.
It was almost 6:00 pm when we reached the competition site. Cam and I sat on the dry sand and watched as James and Em pointed to the curve of the shore, and bend to eyeball it. They stood for a few minutes watching the course of the waves. It would change with each tide, but it gave them an approximate path. We watched in awe as they walked the shore line studying where the waves broke. This would be helpful for the pm rides, but they'd have to do this again in the morning for the am rides.
"You know, of course, the competition is going to be fierce. There are some really well known surfers here." Cam said her eyes on Cam. "As past winners, Brian Keaulana, Jeff Clark, Tom Curren, Derek Ho, and Brad Gerlich are the official judges. And the main competition for the boys is Australian competitor, Marc Ocehilupo. J says he's the one to watch out for, he's out-a-sight!"
"And how do you know all of this?" I asked, cocking my head at her. "You don't know anything about surfing."
"Well, when J got the tickets from you and Em, I began to research a little. Then James gave me all the particulars of this competition," she replied with a grin. "Having a photographic memory helps, too!"
I just laughed at her shaking my head. Though, I did sometimes wish I had that photographic memory
Looking around, I noticed other surfers checking things out, too. There were some pretty bitchin' guys out there, but none could hold a candle to Em and James…in our eyes, anyway.
'Hello, ladies," I heard a smooth male voice say behind me. I turned, holding my hand up to block the sun, to see two very good lookin surfers standing there.
Cam looked at them also, smiling.
"Hi, I'm Bob and this is my friend, Dave," Bob said with a grin. "We saw you sitting her all by yourselves. Are you here for the competition?"
"Yes, I replied. "Our boyfriends are competing.
Without asking, they sat down and began talking to us. They were very nice, telling us they were from Australia and here competing, too. Their wives were at home with their kids.
"How old are they?" I asked.
Before he could answer, James and Em walked up. Without saying a word, Em bent down and, placing his hand on the back of my neck, captured my mouth in a deep kiss. At first I was stunned, but then I realized he was doing, and I chucked quietly.
"Staking your claim, baby?" I whispered against his lips.
"Oh, hell yes," he whispered back before standing back up.
Cam was giggling and James stood there, eying the other two men challengingly. Reaching up she took his hand, bringing his focus back to her. He stared down at her.
It was a tense introduction I gave to the guys. None of them spoke, just nodded their heads in the way men do when they're sizing each other up. I just shook my head, meeting Cam's rolling eyes.
"Are you two finished checking things out?" She asked him. "If so, we need to get back to the hotel. Our dinner reservations are for 9:00 pm and it's now 7:30. I, for one, have a lot to do to get ready."
"Me, too," I agreed, raising my hand for Em to help me up.
James pulled Cam up and wrapped his arm around her waist possessively.
"It was nice meeting you Bob and Dave," I said as Em began to pull me away. "Good luck in the competition."
Cam waved at them over her shoulder as she was trying to keep up with James.
No one spoke until we were secluded in the elevator, going up to our rooms.
"What the hell was that, Cam?" James growled, breaking the uneasy silence. "I'm gone twenty minutes and you start flirting with strange guys?"
I rolled my eyes and watched the fury kindle in Cam's eyes. He was oblivious to it.
"First of all, Mr. Hightower," she said very quietly…not a good sign. I almost felt sorry for James…almost. "You and Emmett were gone for over an hour, not twenty minutes. Secondly, we were not flirting we were talking to a couple of nice guys, far from home. And there is a definite difference!"
Her voice had been getting steadily louder until she was shouting when the elevator doors opened. James was shaking in his anger.
Cam rolled her eyes at me as he practically dragged her to the door of their suite. Em was silent until we were behind the closed door of our suite.
"Boy, I'm sure glad that you're not jealous like James," I remarked as I walked into the bedroom, slipping off my thongs.
"What makes you think I'm not?" He asked, pulling off his shirt and going into the bathroom. "I'm just not as volatile as James. I didn't like walking up to find you talking to strange guys, but I wanted to give you the opportunity to tell me what was going on, first."
He turned on the water in the shower to heat up and turned back to lean against the door frame, his brows raised in question.
"Oh, for Pete's sake, Emmett," I scoffed. "We were just talking to Dave and Bob. They from Australia and are missing their wives and kids. Besides, we loved their accents. We told them about you and James being in the competition, too. They were just about to tell us their kid's names when you and James walked up."
"Bob and Dave, huh?" He said with a frown. "Seems like you got to know an awfully lot about them in a short time."
"I thought you trusted me, Emmett," I said looking down at the floor. "It's pretty sad when I can't even talk to another guy."
"I do trust you, babe," he countered, walking over to me, lifting my chin. "I can't help thinking that other guys think you're beautiful, too, and want you like I do. I get crazy when it comes to you."
I looked up at him.
"Oh, Em," I murmured, wrapping my fingers around his wrists while cupping his face. "You're all I want and will ever need."
"I know that, sweetness," he replied. "I just love you so much it would kill me if anything took you away from me."
"Nothing or no one ever could, sweet cheeks," I said smiling, stretching up on tip-toe to kiss him lightly. "Now, you'd better get in that shower, I need one too."
A lustful glimmer entered his eyes.
"Why don't you join me?" He asked, wiggling his brows. "We could save time that way."
"Oh, go on," I admonished playfully pushing him away as I felt myself blush.
With a childlike pout, he turned back into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
The idea of showering with Emmett intrigued yet embarrassed me. I wasn't sure if I could handle that type of intimacy, yet. but the more I thought about it, it also excited me. We were as intimate as two people could be. The only difference is that we'd be wet.
An image of Em with water running down his magnificently sculpted and toned body caused wetness to pool between my thighs. I had seen him come out of the sea that way, but it was different, he had trunks on and there were other people around.
The thought of our bodies sliding wetly together had me quickly shedding my shorts and blouse. I hesitated only a second before doffing my bra and panties, and hurrying to the bathroom door before I lost my nerve. I quietly opened it and slipped inside the steam filled room. Taking an encouraging breath, I stepped over to the shower and opened the glass door.
There stood Em, one hand leaning against the shower wall, and his cock in the other, eyes closed, stroking himself. His head jerked up, and his eyes popped open in surprise. A flush started up his neck, matching mine. We had never masturbated in front of each other. While being embarrassed, I was also fascinated. In a totally not-like-me move, I stepped into the stall and closed the door with a soft click. Our eyes locked.
"Can I help you with that?" I asked boldly reaching out to cover his hand with mine.
"Oh, f*ck babe," he moaned, sliding his hand out from under mine to allow me to feel him.
Without taking my eyes from his, I began to stroke him slowly. He inhaled deeply, bending to kiss me as he slid his hand down my stomach to the apex of my thighs, slipping a finger through my folds. I moaned against his mouth as I stroked him faster. I could feel the coil in me start to tighten, and whimpered when he pulled his hand away from me, and mine from him.
"I want to come inside you, Em," he groaned in my ear, and turned me to face the shower wall.
Taking both wrists he pulled them over my head and pressed them against the tiles with one hand. The other slid sensually down my side to grasp my slick hip. Bending his knees, he lifted my leg to open me up to him. Rubbing the head of his cock against my center he entered me. With a deep moan, I let myself slide down onto his hardness.
This was new. We had talked about it, but had never tried it.
He let go of my wrists to hold my hips as he thrust in and out of me. I caught the rhythm and soon we were on the brink of orgasm. He slipped one hand around me and up to caress my breasts. I slid a hand down to rub my clit. This, too, was new and he groaned at the sight. Suddenly I tightened hard around him, causing him to grunt.
"Oh, God, Em!" I cried as I exploded, my walls pulsating.
He followed almost immediately groaning as I milked him over and over. He collapsed against me, holding me upright. I stood there, my forehead pressed against the ceramic tiles, Emmett pressed against my back, knowing that if he moved too soon, I would collapse at his feet. He could feel how weak I was, and held my onto my waist as he slipped from me and stepped back a bit.
Turning to face him, I kept my head down. With one finger, he lifted my face to his. Instead of the shock he expected to see, I couldn't stop grinning.
"What?" he asked, grinning back at me.
"Just a few months ago, I was still an innocent school girl," I replied, tears filling my eyes. "Now you have made me into a woman, knowing about things I had never even dreamed of. That was the best, Em, just…wow!"
I felt his chest puff up as he smiled proudly. there was still enough little boy in him to be proud of the praise. We took no notice of the warm water sluicing down our bodies; only concentrating on each other.
"Yes, dimples, you have taught me so much," I said, running my hand up his hard slick chest. "Not only about the treasure of physical love, baby, but about the heart of love, too. You hold mine in your hands, Em. Only you can ever break it."
That goes both ways, Em,' he replied, holding my face in his hands. "You've made me happier than I have ever been, complete. I've grown up, too, in the last six months. I want to love and provide for you, and protect and take care of you. I love the softness of you, and the tender way you take care of, not just me, but all those you love. I want that home with a white picket fence and half a dozen babies, with your hair and my dimples, running in the yard. But mostly, I want you. You are my life now, and as long as I have you by my side, I'll be happy anywhere."
I stood there, tears of joy streaming down my cheeks. We really and truly loved each other. Not like the fleeting crushes that most of those our age felt, but the deep, forever kind of love.
Slowly he bent his head a captured my lips in a beautiful loving kiss. Not one that led to sexual intimacy, but one that held the promise of forever.
We quickly washed one another, barely resisting round two, and thirty minutes later we were dressed to go to dinner with our best friends. Em wore dark slacks with a light blue, short sleeved dress shirt, open at the collar, and black penny loafers. I was in a blue and white polka dotted sundress with white strappy heels. Em placed my white crocheted shawl around my shoulders and, picking up my white clutch purse, we headed to meet Cam and James at the elevator.
We had only been standing there a couple of minutes before they arrived. I looked into her eyes and saw that everything was fine between them.
"Okay, then," Em broke the silence. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm starving. Let's go eat before we hit a couple of clubs. You girls do have the fake IDs we got for you don't you?"
"Of course, Em," we answered together and ended up giggling.
We entered the elevator and started our descent to the lobby below. As we stepped out into the hotel lobby, James looked at his watch.
"Lucky for us the restaurant is here in the hotel, its 8:55 and they don't hold your table for you," he said taking Cam's hand and leading the way.
We stood waiting for the hostess to seat us, in silence, looking at one another, smiling. This was the beginning of our week long stay in Hawaii…Paradise.
Cam POV
The dining room was full, with several parties waiting to see if there were any cancellations. The hostess seated us immediately, commenting that she'd received several requests for the window table we now occupied. We thanked her for saving it, and James casually slipped a twenty dollar bill into her hand, insuring we'd be getting choice seating whenever we ate here during the rest of our stay.
We ordered the chef's special dinner, and a round of mai tai's. The server looked at me sceptically, but accepted my ID as the real deal. Emmett, Em, and James didn't even get carded, much to my embarrassment.
"Just wait 'til you're forty, Cam, you'll be happy to get asked for ID then," Emmett cajoled. "You'll probably still have that cutesy little girl face even at that age."
"Thanks a lot, Emmett," I sulked, but then perked up as I added, "and I'll still look young when the three of you look old."
"Older than you do, you mean," Em gave me a scowl, then a grin.
Our drinks arrived along with our salads. We raised our glasses to have a toast.
"To surfing championships, and winning big," Emmett said, clinking glasses and taking a sip of his drink.
"To being with your fiancé, and your best friends, in Paradise," Em said. Then added, "For a whole week without chaperones," before taking a sip of hers.
"To the two that thought of coming here in the first place," J said, nodding his head at Em and Emmett, and then gulping down a mouthful of the sweet concoction.
The three turned to look at me, when I didn't add my contribution to our toast.
"Aren't you going to say anything?" Em questioned, shaking her head.
"Um... to... being in love," I said, turning to look at J. Holding his eyes with mine, I whispered, "and all that goes with it."
He started to say something, but instead just reached across the table, and squeezed my hand. As I continued to stare into his face, the edges of his mouth turned upward, into a sexy smile. "I love you, Cam," he mouthed back.
Em gave me a kick under the table, and flashed an I-think-you're-gonna-get-lucky-tonight smile at me. I casually crossed my fingers, and winked at her.
After dinner, and two more rounds of drinks, we decided to find somewhere to go dancing. Most of the crowd at the hotel were between the ages of "late teens" and "early thirties," so we just fell into step with a group of twenty-something's walking toward the beach. On the sand, a local band was playing, and a dozen or so couples were dancing. The hotel had set up an outdoor bar, and dance floor, with tables for two- or four placed around the edges.
We were lucky enough to get a candlelit table for four on the far edge of the make shift cotillion, out from under the colorful lights hanging overhead. From our vantage point, we could see the iridescent waves crashing on the beach, and several more fires burning around the edge of the bay. The palm trees, swaying in the gentle breeze, put the finishing touch on the postcard perfect setting.
James and Emmett went to get us another round of drinks. As soon as they were out of hearing range, Em asked, "Which one are you wearing tonight? I think I'm going for the purple silk long gown, with the slit up the side. That should have Em drooling."
"He's gonna be doing more than drooling, when he sees those bodacious ta-ta's of yours, stuffed into that negligee," I assured her, with a grin. "I laid my black lace nightie, with the bikini panties, on my pillow. I'm hoping J is thinking about me wearing that for him, and getting horny."
"You're hoping J is thinking about taking it off of you, and getting down to business," Em corrected me. "I'd say you have a good chance of getting your way."
"I don't know," I sighed. "I like that he respects me, and all that, but I mean, what's his bag, anyway? He finally told me he loves me. Not just the implication, but he actually said, 'I love you, Cam,' and he confessed he jacks off because we don't do it. But, he's making me get zits from being so frazzled."
Em was doubled over laughing as Emmett and J sat the drinks on the table.
"What's so funny?" Emmett wanted to know.
"Oh, Cam, of course," she giggled, wiping her eyes. "It seems that something is backing up in her system, and popping out on her face."
She lay against Emmett, and cracked up again. He immediately understood the reference, and joined her in laughing hysterically. J looked at me for an explanation, then, as he caught on, turned a shade of red, and rolled his eyes at me.
"Come on, let's dance," I said, taking a healthy swig of my drink, and pulling on J's hand. "That's one of our songs."
J took my hand, and followed me to the dance floor. I wrapped both arms around his neck, while he held me tightly against him, as we swayed to the Beach Boys song:
Little surfer, little one
Made my heart come all undone
Do you love me, do you surfer girl
Surfer girl my little surfer girl
I have watched you on the shore
Standing by the ocean's roar
Do you love me do you surfer girl
Surfer girl surfer girl
We could ride the surf together
While our love would grow
In my Woody I would take you everywhere I go
So I say from me to you
I will make your dreams come true
Do you love me, do you surfer girl
Surfer girl, my little surfer girl
Little one
Surfer girl, my little surfer
I pushed myself against him, grinding into his growing erection. Thankfully, he had worn a shirt made for wearing on the outside of his pants. I glanced over at our table; Em gave me a thumbs up, and then turned back to Emmett.
"Isn't this perfect?" I whispered against his chest. "So romantic."
"Yeah, I have to admit, it is. Perfect and romantic," J whispered back, kissing me on my forehead. "I noticed that black thing you laid on your pillow. Did you get that just for me?"
"No, it was just some ole thing I had layin' around my bedroom," I responded, then quickly amended my sarcastic remark. "Of course, I bought it just for you. That one, and a different one for every night this week. Plus seven new bikinis."
J took a deep breath, kissed my cheek, and squeezed me a little bit tighter. His cock twitched inside his bell-bottomed slacks. He wore boxers, which were no help at all. I was about to suggest finishing our drinks, and heading for our room, when the mood enhancing song changed to another Beach Boy number, which blared across the dance floor, ruining everything.
Little GTO, you're really lookin' fine
Three deuces and a four-speed and a 389
Listen to her tachin' up now, listen to her why-ee-eye-ine
C'mon and turn it on, wind it up, blow it out GTO
Wa-wa, wa, wa, wa, wa, wa, wa
(mixed with "Yeah, yeah, little GTO")
Wa-wa, wa, wa, wa, wa, wa, wa
(mixed with "Yeah, yeah, little GTO")
Wa-wa wa, wa, wa, wa, wa, wa
"They're singing about my baby, Baby," J danced close by me, bumping his hip against mine.
You oughta see her on a road course or a quarter mile
This little modified Pon-Pon has got plenty of style
She beats the gassers and the rail jobs, really drives 'em why-ee-eye-ild
C'mon and turn it on, wind it up, blow it out GTO
J and I noticed Em and Em had joined us on the dance floor. Em and I took center stage doing a wild Watusi-Pony-Surfer Stomp we had perfected. Our hips were moving like we were from Tahiti, hands in the air, shoulders back.
Wa-wa, wa, wa, wa, wa, wa, wa
(mixed with "Yeah, yeah, little GTO")
Wa-wa wa, wa, wa, wa, wa, wa
(mixed with "Yeah, yeah, little GTO")
Wa-wa wa, wa, wa, wa, wa, wa
Gonna save all my money and buy a GTO (turnin' it on,
blowin' it out)
Get a helmet and a roll bar and I'll be ready to go
(turnin' it on, blowin' it out)
Take it out to Pomona and let 'em know (turnin' it on,
blowin' it out), yeah, yeah
That I'm the coolest thing around
Little buddy, gonna shut you down
When I turn it on, wind it up, blow it out GTO
"That's enough for me," J said, leading me back to our table. "I need a drink."
"Me, too," I said, smiling at him. "It seems like last call should have hours ago."
"Yeah, the time change kinda messes with your head. It's already nearly four in the morning at home. We should try to get on Hawaiian time, if we're gonna do worth a shit in the surfing contest," J reminded me.
"Right on," I agreed, downing my drink. "Let's go to our room, then. Get some sleep... or something."
Em and Em had finished the next dance, and joined us at the table, agreeing we should be going. The guys wanted to be up early, to check the morning tides and wave break patterns. Dawn was just a couple hours away.
We said good night to each other, and went to our rooms. J went directly into the bathroom, leaving the door open, and starting the shower. He slipped out of his clothes, folding them in a neat pile on the counter, and stepped under the water.
I didn't particularly want to spend the next two hours drying my hair, so I decided to take a bubble bath, and watch him in the shower. He didn't realize he had an audience until he turned off the water, and reached for a towel. I was lying back, covered in bubbles up to my neck, licking my lips, when he turned around and saw me watching him.
He quickly wrapped the towel around his waist, and hurried into the bedroom. I enjoyed the hot bath for a few more minutes, and then pulled the plug. I powdered and perfumed, and slipped into the black lace nightie, before joining J in the bedroom. He was sitting up in bed, with the blankets folded across his lap.
"Do you like it?" I asked, doing a three-sixty for him.
"Ah, yeah I like it," he stammered. "You're sexy as hell. Get your ass over here."
I quickly obliged, and climbed under the covers, on his side of the bed. I lay down, stretching out next to him, and ran my hand down his hard six pack.
Naked. And standing at attention.
Maybe... with any luck at all...
J began kissing me, and running his fingers around the edge of the neckline of my nightie. After tracing the outline a few times, he slid his hands down, along with my nightie, and rested them on my boobs. I instinctively arched my back into his hands, causing him to moan, deep in his throat. His hands cupped each breast, fingers fondling and kneading.
I took his shaft in my hand, working it up and down. J closed his eyes, breathing shallow breaths, and groaning softly.
He dipped his head down, pressing his lips around my nipples, alternating licking and suckling, back and forth between them both. My breathing became ragged, and I sucked in the air, holding onto it, before exhaling little bits at a time.
Keeping his mouth on my nipples, J brushed his hand down my stomach, and found the pool of wetness between my legs that he had inspired. Two fingers slid into my folds, across my nub, causing me to grab onto him, and tighten my muscles. One finger probed its way inside me, slowly, gently, in and out.
My hand was moving up and down in sync with his. We snuggled together, pushing against each other, as our hands continued to work their magic. I felt J's cock twitch in my hand, as he felt my insides tightening. My body jerked involuntarily, as the waves of orgasm crashed into me, causing J to release his hot, creamy essence at the same time. I nuzzled into J, riding the roller coaster, flying through blue clouds.
"God, J, that's like a total trip," I panted, struggling to come down from the mind blowing rush. "It feels so good. And Em said it hurts, the first time."
J looked at me for a moment, and then chuckled. "My dick is a little bit bigger than my finger, Cam. And it goes in a lot farther. It does hurt the first time, maybe even the second, I don't know."
"You don't know?" I asked, confusion registering on my face.
"I've never been with a virgin before. You'll be my first cherry."
"And your last," I added quickly.
J nodded, and said, "That's another reason I don't want to rush things with you. It does hurt, and I want to be sure you're gonna want to do it again. I don't want to scare you."
"No chance of that," I muttered.
"We really need to get some sleep, Cam," J yawned, and pulled me closer to him, spoon style. "Emmett will be pounding on our door any minute now."
"I doubt that," I giggled. "Not if Em wore that purple negligee..."
J was coming back into our bedroom when I woke up. He and Emmett had already scoped out the beach, and were pretty confident they could handle the twenty-foot swells predicted for the start of the contest the next day.
"Em and Em are gonna do their own thing today. He found out about some private waterfall and lagoon he wants to hike to. We're meeting them for dinner at eight."
"So, that leaves us with a whole day of just you and me," I beamed at him. "Did you find out about anything interesting for us two to do?"
"I've been to all the war memorials, thanks to the general, and I'm not exactly into pineapple plantations or volcanoes... Is there anything special you'd like to see?" J invited me to pick something.
"How about Waimea Bay? It's only about an hour's drive from here, and you could bring your board, and surf the pipeline. That would give you an edge for tomorrow," I suggested.
J smiled from ear to ear. "You're a trip, ya know that? I give you the chance to pick anything you want, and you pick something that I want to do. I really do love you."
"I love you, too, J. And I want you to win that contest. Maybe you can even teach me how to surf," I said, striking a pose like I was standing on a surfboard.
"Maybe," he said grinning. "You're the perfect surfer girl type. You have the hair, the body, and the tan."
"And the perfect surfer boyfriend," I added, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"I'm not anywhere near perfect," J sounded remorseful. "Far from it."
"Well, you're perfect for me," I stated in no uncertain terms, then stood on my tip toes and kissed him.
The hotel offered shuttle service every hour on the hour to the North Shore. We packed a beach bag with bathing suits and towels; J grabbed his board, and we headed for the shuttle stop.
The ride around the island was beautiful, and Waimea Bay breath-taking. We strolled down the beach, away from the crowd, and found a semi-secluded spot to spread out our towels. J was a pro at changing in and out of his bathing suit with a towel around his waist, but he held two towels up, with me standing between them, so I could slip into my hot pink bikini.
I stretched out on the beach, watching him catch several monster waves. He was a sight to see - full of self-confidence, hangin' ten, shootin' the curl, and riding the wild surf. Several people had wandered toward us, watching J. As he decided to take a break, and headed toward me, a few of the onlookers expressed their comments about his ability as a surfer. There were more than a few girls who went into graphic detail about what they'd like to do with him.
"Thanks for wanting to come here, Baby," J said, as he planted his board in the sand, and dropped down beside me. "These waves are outta sight."
"Looks like you got yourself a few fans for tomorrow," I said. "Of course, I'm still your biggest fan, but it'll be nice to have more than just me rooting for you."
"The only person I need there tomorrow is you, Cam. I don't give a rat's ass about anyone else," J whispered, then grinned. "So, do you still want a surfing lesson?"
"I think I'll pass for now," I back-pedaled. "Those waves are for pros, definitely not for learning on. I need the bunny slopes. Besides, you need to rest a while. Don't use all your energy on the waves."
"That was pure relaxation. I'm so stoked right now, I'm ready for anything."
"Good, 'cause I heard people talking about a little island across there," I said, pointing to the Westward Coast. It's some kind of shrine or temple or something. Wanna go there, before we head back to the hotel?"
"Sounds cool," J was agreeable. "There's a boat we can catch in Haleiwa."
We walked back to Waimea, and changed back into our clothes. J secured his board at the shuttle stop, and we were off to the other island making up the North Shore. The Valley of the Temples was well off the beaten track, but was well worth the effort to get there.
The temple was Japanese Buddhist temple, with beautiful surrounding gardens. J and I held hands as we strolled through the lush grounds, and almost literally stumbled upon a small bench facing the temple, looking across a pond. We sat silently soaking in the solitude and beauty of our surroundings. Something totally out of character for either of us.
After a few moments, J slid off the bench, onto one knee, facing me. He had only a slight smile on his face, and every feature, especially his eyes, were completely sincere.
He took my hands in his, leaned forward, and whispered, "I love you, Camille Elizabeth Caravelli. You're the best thing that ever happened to me, and I can't imagine a day without you. I plan on living to be a very old man, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?"
J had said on more than one occasion that we would get married, but he had never really asked me to marry him. Not until now.
Tears flooded my eyes before I could even try to stop them. I took a deep breath, bit my lower lip, and squeezed his hands. "Oh God, J. I can't imagine life without you either. I'd die without you. Yes, oh my God yes! I totally want to marry you, J." I threw my arms around his neck, and kissed him with everything I had. My tongue danced its way into his mouth, and then sucked his back into mine.
"Okay, Baby," he said, pulling away slightly. "Aren't you forgetting something?"
"Forgetting something?" I echoed.
He reached into the beach bag, and pulled out a black velvet, drawstring pouch. Opening the bag, he took out a small square box. He started to hand it to me, and then decided to open the lid, turning it around to face me.
I shrieked at the beautiful white-gold, nearly two carat, solitaire diamond engagement ring. A huge smile slowly spread across his face.
"Do you like it?" J asked, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. "I was going to wait for New Year's Eve, but this place is kind of ... spiritual, or something... seemed like I should do it now."
"It's the most beautiful ring I've ever seen!" I exclaimed. "And it's exactly the ring I've always wanted. I can't believe it."
"Confession?" he asked, hesitantly. "Your mom told me what you wanted. She's one cool lady. But I picked it out by myself."
"My mom knows you were giving me an engagement ring?" I questioned. "No wonder she was so hung up on me getting..." I caught myself before I revealed being on birth control. I wasn't sure how he would take that bit of information. "On our families getting together and all that."
"She swore not to tell anyone, and I guess she didn't," J was pleased. "So now - do you feel better about our relationship? I'm one hundred percent committed. Can you just relax now?"
"And not keep getting in your face about having sex with me? Yeah, I guess so. But it seems like now... I mean, since we really ARE engaged..." I stuck out my lower lip in a little-girl pout.
J stood up, took my hand, and pulled me up off the bench. "Come on, Cam. Let's get back to the hotel, or we're going to be late for dinner."
I showed everyone we encountered my ring. Congratulations were given over and over again. As soon as we were back in our hotel suite, J turned on the shower, and shed his clothes.
"Care to join me?" he invited. "You have plenty of time to do your hair before dinner."
I slinked over to him, wrapping my arms around his neck, and cooed, "Undress me."
His eyes lit up, and his cock eagerly poked my stomach. He untied the strings around my neck, letting the top fall forward, before undoing the string around the back. As the top fell to the floor, his hands were already sliding the bottom down my legs. I stepped out of them, and pushed myself against him, smashing his erection between our bodies.
After kissing me deeply, he backed into the shower stall, pulling me along with him. The warm water cascaded over us, making skin contact that much more sensual. J grabbed the shampoo, and poured some onto my hair. He worked up a lather, and then ran his bubble-filled hands down my body. My nipples puckered and hardened in response. Following suit, I poured some shampoo onto my hands, and then through his hair, massaging his scalp, then down his neck, to his shoulders, and down his back.
He moved back and forth, grinding our slippery bodies against each other, while holding me tightly against him. The sensation was blowing my mind.
I reached down, taking his cock in my hand, and placing it between my legs. J bent his knees, and began rolling his hips in and out, rubbing his hard on against my sex, and into my folds. I began moving my hips to mirror his, and felt my legs giving way. J quickly turned us around, placing my back against the wall, and holding me upright as he continued to thrust between my legs.
Rolling my hips slightly forward, I changed the angle, causing J's erection to push on the opening that was aching to pull him inside it. He pulled back, gasping at what had almost happened.
Quickly grabbing an ass cheek in each hand, I pulled him into me, once again pushing the head of his cock toward the opening to my core.
"I'm not gonna be able to stop. If you do that again, I'm not gonna..."
"Shhh," I panted, and pulled his ass toward me as I pushed my pussy toward him.
"Oh God..." he sighed, and placed his hands under my ass, lifting me into the position for penetration.
He pushed slowly, making contact with where we both wanted him to be. I held still, wrapping one leg around his waist, as he gently pushed again. Euphoria swept me along in its tide as the reality of what we were finally doing hit home.
J took a raggedy breath, as a low growl rose up from the bottom of his being. His eyes were dark and frighteningly wild as he stared me in the face...
My soft moan of pleasure abruptly turned into a bloodcurdling scream, as my ass slammed into the wall of the shower stall. J had switched the water to cold. The icy needles washed any chance of sharing physical love down the drain with them.
"No, Cam," J whispered. "Not here. Not now. Not like this. The first time may very well be before we get married, but it won't be standing up in the shower, with me pounding into you."
He switched the water back to warm for a few minutes, to stop my teeth from chattering, before we got out and dried off.
"Do you still love me?" he asked softly, stepping behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. "You can't even imagine how hard it was for me to stop like that."
"Probably about as hard as it was for me," I sighed, leaning back against his chest. "And of course, I still love you. More than ever, really. When it finally does happen, I know it will be perfect - for both of us."
Em and Em were already seated at the table when we joined them for dinner. I sat down the in chair on Em's right, and laid my left hand in the middle of her place setting. She shrieked loudly, and then covered her mouth with her hands as several people turned to see what had happened.
"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!" she gushed, turning my hand at different angles. "I love it! And it's exactly what you always wanted."
"I know..." I enthused, and went into the details of J's proposal at the beautiful setting in the Valley of the Temple. "It was like a love story, or a Troy Donohue movie."
J and Emmett made faces at that comment.
After dinner, both couples went back to our rooms, in anticipation of the long, gruelling day that tomorrow would be. First day of competition separated the wanna-be's from the real surfers, but everyone was given a chance, making the elimination process very lengthy.
Emmett and J executed one perfect ride after another, insuring they'd be back for Day Two. Dave and Bob, the two Aussies we had met on the day we arrived, were part of the "team" from Australia. Their leading contender was Marc Ocehilupo, who was favored to win.
Day Three dawned on ten boards lined up, waiting for their shot at fame. After the first four rounds, the top five surfers stood facing the crowd: Emmet and James had both hung in there, along with Marc, Danny Ito, a native Hawaiian, and Ryan Gordon, from New Zealand.
Round after flawless round continued until nearly dusk. The stress and physical exertion were evident in all the riders, and it looked like elimination may become due to endurance and stamina rather than ability and performance.
Finally, the judges decided the five remaining surfers would ride one final wave together - a no holds barred, fight-to-the-death run. Nature seemed in favor of the decision, and sent a thirty foot swell that would insure a long, dramatic ride.
The guys started their paddle in, and were on their feet in micro-seconds. Danny Ito knelt down to shoot the curl just as Ryan Gordon got momentum to hang ten. They barely missed colliding, but it was enough to throw Ryan off his board, as Danny continued to shore.
J and Em were so used to surfing together; they had no problem sharing the wave. Em zigzagged his way to shore, riding up and down the face of the wave. James squatted low on the board, and shot through the pipeline like a bullet. Marc was no slouch, and had some very fancy footwork of his own.
The crowd was screaming and cheering as the five finalists stood in front of the judges. Of course, no surprise, Ryan had been eliminated. Tom Curran gave him a hand shake and thanked him for being part of the contest.
Derek Ho took the microphone, and congratulated Danny Ito on taking third place. Em and I looked at each other - Emmett, J, and Marc were still standing, but there were only prizes for first and second place remaining.
Jeff Clark stepped up, and took over, "This year, we have an unusual situation. As you know, these guys have given perfect performances all three days. It was hard to call the winner, but all of us judges agree. Tied for second place: Emmett McCarty and James Hightower. The first place winner in the nineteen sixty-six King Kamehameha Surfing Championship is Marc Ocehilupo, from Australia."
The crowd cheered, and Em and I jumped up and down screaming. We didn't even get too pissed off when three beautiful Hawaiian girls, in grass skirts and bikini tops, kissed our fiancés as they slipped the ceremonial leis over their heads.
Tonight was going to be a night to get down and party hardy.
A/N: Ooh, James is really stickin' to his word, isn't he, much to Cam's chagrin! She's determined though. Will it happen in Paradise, or will it be later, after they get back stateside? And what is gonna happen for Em and Em? Come back next time…hopefully next week…and find out. We do have New Year's Eve comin' up, after all!
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