Lizzie woke up to the soft call of seagulls and waves lapping gently on the shore. She sat up, squirming uncomfortably as her soaking wet clothes stuck to her. Yawning, she realized that she was still exhausted. No one was out on the water. Lizzie shivered as her arm brushed against the cold, wet, tank top and shorts that she had worn over her bathing suit.
"I can't believe I never took these off last night," she thought. She knew she had been so busy taking care of Gordo that she hadn't had time to worry about her clothes. Looking around, Lizzie slipped the tank top and shorts off. She laid them out on a rock to dry.
"Good morning, beautiful," Gordo said, smiling. Lizzie looked over at him. He was still lying against a rock in the cave. There were circles under his eyes, but he looked as sexy as ever to Lizzie.
"Good morning, babe! How are you feeling?" she asked.
"A little better," Gordo said. "I think I'm just going to stay in here and rest, though." Lizzie nodded. She exited the cave, stretched her arms above her head, and admired the warm sun beating down on her. How was it possible for it to be storming last night and beautiful today? She walked around to the other side of the cave. A large, pale gray slab of rock sat upon the white sand. The sun was hitting it at just the right angle, causing it to sparkle. Lizzie bit her lip and grinned. She was reminded of a weekend the summer before school started at Kate's beach house. Lizzie and Kate had snuck outside one afternoon while Kate's parents were away, stripped down completely naked, and gotten the best tans of their lives. Kate claimed that she tanned that way as much as possible, because she thought that tanning beds were filthy and bathing suits left ugly lines. Always more modest than Kate, Lizzie had been mortified at the idea of tanning completely naked. She'd done it, because she didn't want Kate to think she was immature, but Kate still teased her relentlessly about it. But she couldn't deny that it was an amazing tan. And right now, on the beach with no one around, that rock was calling to her. She felt guilty for wanting to tan while Gordo was back in the cave with a concussion, but she knew that there was nothing they could do to make help arrive any faster. They were stuck on this island and they might as well enjoy it. Lizzie slyly unhooked her swimsuit top and carefully placed it on another nearby rock. She stepped out of the bottoms and positioned herself on the large rock, basking in the glow of the sun. Turning her face to the side, Lizzie smiled rebelliously. She couldn't believe that she was laying out on a rock, totally naked, on a beach in Mexico. And she couldn't wait to brag about it to Kate. Lizzie imagined herself walking back into school, tanned, beautiful, and blonder.
"Lizzie, holy shit! You look gorgeous! What did you do?" Kate would say in disbelief. Lizzie would flip her hair casually.
"Oh, I don't know. Just some… tanning, if you know what I mean," she'd whisper. "And I saved Gordo's life. I'll probably be the youngest person ever accepted into Stanford Medical School,"….
Meanwhile, Gordo looked out over the ocean, still trying to ignore the dull pain in his head. He decided to go look for Lizzie. As he made his away around the side of the cave, he stared at what he had discovered in shock and awe. Lizzie was lying on a rock, sleeping, totally ass naked. Her silky skin was tanned to a deep bronze color, and he couldn't help but notice that she'd obviously gotten a Brazilian wax before the trip. Gordo's face flushed as he became extremely aroused. He wondered what he should do. Lizzie was a pretty private person, and he seriously doubted that she would have done this if she thought anyone would find her. She had clearly assumed that he'd be resting in the cave, and seeing no one else around, taken the opportunity to have some privacy. Suddenly, Lizzie's eyes fluttered open. She saw Gordo looking at her.
"Uh.. sorry, I was just…" Gordo stammered, looking away. Lizzie narrowed her eyes seductively.
"Come here," she murmured. Gordo's heart started to race. This was incredible. Was he dreaming? He walked over to her and Lizzie gently took his face in her hands and began to kiss him. He kissed her passionately, unable to hide his arousal. Lizzie ran her hand over the front of his swim trunks, which were still wet and plastered to his body. She was very impressed with what she discovered. She pulled his swim trunks down and admired him. She was trying desperately to appear confident and cool, but she was so nervous that she was shaking. "Get on top of me," she instructed. Gordo didn't know what to do. He felt like he might be taking advantage of her. "Get on top," she repeated. Gordo did as he was told, careful to keep himself lifted above her. Lizzie looked at him and smiled. Suddenly she felt like she was ready to have sex. She'd always wanted to wait, but what place could be better than on a beautiful deserted island? Opportunities like this didn't come along too often. "Gordo?" she whispered. Gordo looked at her lovingly and smiled. "I'm ready," Lizzie whispered. Gordo was so overcome with emotion that he wasn't sure what to do. He wanted to have sex with Lizzie, but at the same time, he knew that she wanted to wait until marriage. He couldn't understand why she was changing her mind so quickly.
"Are you sure?" he asked. Lizzie nodded. "Lizzie," Gordo closed his eyes. The blaring sun was making his head hurt again and he still felt unbelievably nauseated. There were so many thoughts going through his head. Lizzie looked beautiful, and he'd never wanted her so badly. But he knew that he couldn't let a spur of the moment decision ruin Lizzie's dream of saving herself until marriage. He looked down at Lizzie and kissed her gently. "I'm sorry," he said. "I can't do this." He got up and put his swim trunks back on, grimacing as the grainy sand that they had collected scratched his naked body. Lizzie sat up, hurt and confused. She started to cry as she watched Gordo walk back to the cave. Had she done something wrong? Suddenly, her confidence was completely gone. She had never felt more ashamed or humiliated. She looked down at her naked body and sobbed in embarrassment, putting her wet bathing suit back on. Gordo sat in the cave for over an hour listening to Lizzie cry, and it hurt him to know he had done this to her, but he felt like he'd made the right decision. She might not understand now, but she would eventually. When Lizzie came back to the cave, he walked over to her and gently put a hand on her shoulder.
"Liz," he said. Lizzie let out an angry shriek and flung his hand off of her.
"Don't touch me!" she yelled. Gordo didn't know what to do. He had never seen Lizzie so upset.
"Lizzie, I couldn't do it. I'm sorry," he tried to explain. "I know that this is romantic, but—"Lizzie cut him off.
"Stop talking to me!" sobs racked her body as she turned away from him. "Can anyone hear me?" she yelled. "We need help." Gordo buried his head in his hands, determined not to let Lizzie see him crying again.
"Just listen to me," Gordo said. "It's going to be so much more special on your wedding night. You promised yourself that you'd wait, and even if you aren't going to respect that, I am." Lizzie looked astonished.
"It's just that I thought you'd be happy that I was finally ready," she said angrily. "And instead, you turned me down. Do you have any idea how fucking humiliated I was!" Gordo was about to anwer her when suddenly, a Coast Guard boat pulled up to the shore.
"Do you need assistance?" a tall man asked through a megaphone. Lizzie ran over to him and explained what had happened as Gordo hung back, feeling miserable. He watched as Lizzie climbed into the boat. The man gestured to him.
"Sir, you're going to have to get into the boat," he called. Gordo's eye caught Lizzie's and the pain that was reflected in her eyes devastated him. He stood up to walk towards the boat, feeling a sharp, shooting pain through his head again. This isn't the time for my head to start causing problems again, he thought with annoyance. He looked up for the boat, but his eyes were met only with blackness. Lizzie watched him with concern.
"I think he has a concussion," she told the Coast Guard, worried. "He needs help." The Coast Guard lifted his megaphone.
"Don't move. We're coming to assist you," he called to Gordo. Gordo felt embarrassed as the two men strapped him into the stretcher and put him on the boat.
"I can probably walk," he said. The medic, Tate, shook his head.
"I don't think so," he said. "You need to get to a hospital." He turned to Lizzie. "Do you have a number where your parents can be reached?" he asked. As Lizzie gave him the name and room number of the hotel, she frowned. They were going to be in so much trouble.