"So what do you want to do first?" Greg was unpacking as he talked, putting his clothes into his bedroom chest of drawers.
Sara was already done putting her things away, so she sat cross legged on his bed watching him finish up. "I'd like to see the beach."
He grinned. "But of course. I need to get my surfboard and scuba stuff from Aunt Alice's attic, and then we'll be set for anything. If you ask nicely she'll probably let you use her old scuba setup."
"I don't know how to scuba dive..." He grinned broadly. "There's a licensed dive instructor on site. You're going to love diving; I guarantee it!"
"I don't know how to surf either." He grinned. "I do. I can teach you."
"You're just a regular dolphin, aren't you?"
Greg grinned. "I've always tried to maintain my sense of porpoise."
She laughed. "I need to change into a swimsuit. "
"Ooooh! Do I get to watch?"
"You wish."
"You're right. I do wish. But if you aren't willing to bring a little excitement into a dear friend's drab life, you can change in your own room."
"Thanks, Greg. I think I'll do just that."
When she walked back in wearing a black bikini a few minutes later, Greg looked her over thoroughly. "I didn't know you had a belly button ring. I like it."
She grinned. "Thanks."
"I like your other tattoo, too. Let me see..." He carefully examined the salmon pink orchid on the side of her hip. It was detailed, about the size of his palm. "That is beautiful. The shading is amazing. It's stunning," he whispered. "I have a tattoo fetish."
"But strangely enough, no ink of your own."
He raised his eyebrows. "And how would you know that?"
"The decontamination shower."
"Almost a year ago. I will have you know I lost my tattoo virginity three months ago."
"I don't believe you." She smirked. "Let me see."
"It's on my backside." He unbuttoned his jeans, then hesitated at the zipper. "Still want to see?"
"Of course."
He turned and carefully pulled down his jeans, then his shorts. Sure enough, there on one cheek was a very large, wickedly grinning Tasmanian Devil. "I, um, I was drunk."
"Yes. I believe that you were. Still, it's very well done." She snickered. "Greg Sanders has Taz on his butt. It fits." He pulled up his pants. "Nice ass, by the way. You should wear tighter pants to show it off."
"Thanks. Um, unless you want the whole show you need to step out because I need to get changed."
"I'll leave you to it, then." "You sure? 'Cause you can watch if you want..."