I know it's been a while but I am amazed at how much positive attention this has gotten so thank you all so much! I've seen some familiar names but I think I've picked up a few new people as well so that's great to see too. I forgot to mention this last time but if you don't know, I have a Twitter set up for my fanfiction account which you can totally follow me on: D13Tribute (it is set to private but if you seem like a legitimate user, I'll accept it AND follow back)
A heads up that this takes place three weeks after the first chapter. Thanks in advance for reading and enjoy!
Jimmy's POV
"Are you sure we don't need to bring our passports Jimmy? I wouldn't want to get into some big international scandal while we're down there."
"Don't worry about that babe. If anything happens, you know Sheen can just come to the rescue!" Sheen replied to his girlfriend's question in the third person.
"Actually," I spoke, "to be safe, maybe you should bring them. Just in case." After exchanging a knowing look with her and Cindy, I continued packing my own luggage.
Given how last minute this trip was, I really hope I was remembering to bring all my necessary materials. This mini-vacation was both wanted by all its participants and, considering how much time we had left all together, definitely needed.
Last week, Carl left for the start of his incredible adventure of a gap year. While we did make the most of the time we had with him, we all thought it would be nice to do something before Sheen and I have to leave as well. So wanting a little more spontaneity, we, Sheen, Libby, Cindy, and I, decided on a short trip to Mexico.
Seeing as I've gone to distant planets without any sort of authority interference, I figured taking the hovercar over to Cancun shouldn't be a problem. Of course, we'll need to prepare ourselves should anything come up. So I think we'll save Sheen getting us out of any issues for plan B.
We're all down in the lab, trying to make our luggage as minimal as possible given the close quarters of the hovercar. Goddard's even going to be sitting this one out which is somewhat convenient since he'll be able to be a watchdog of sorts while we're away.
It'll take a few hours to get there which would have been excruciating had I never revamped the hovercar. It's undergone a big change from when I was a kid. Along with a larger motor, more extensive control panel, and collapsible roof, it's designed to be a safe and enjoyable ride for the passengers, which given how long of a trip this will be, is a huge relief.
We had agreed that we should get there while the sun is still out so we can settle in and enjoy what the town has to offer as opposed to just knocking out as soon as we get to our hotel no matter how enticing that may seem.
While it was logical to just share a room, we decided to splurge so that each couple got their own. Also, in terms of privacy, it just made more sense.
Thankfully, it didn't take very long until we were loading up the hovercar to go. I was glad Cindy managed to bring her belongings down to an overstuffed backpack and her purse. Libby on the other hand, had a much more difficult time as she wanted to ensure she had "everything she could possibly need" as per Sheen.
After what seems like the entirety of our vacation time, we were ready to head out. We were lucky to be able to occupy ourselves easily enough for the hours long trip. Knowing it would likely be our last one for a long time probably had something to do with it.
Once we landed and relished in our ability to be able to stretch our legs, we found our hotel without any difficulty and were checked in just as swiftly. Before we arrived, we all agreed to hit the beach as soon as possible. With Cindy and I in one room and Sheen and Libby in the other, I just hoped we would actually be able to follow through.
"I'm excited for this." Cindy spoke, looking up at the ceiling as she lay over the covers of our freshly made hotel bed.
"Yeah?" I asked as I laid next to her.
"Yeah. I don't want to say that it's our first vacation since it kind of isn't. But it's nice to be able to do this one last time before we all go our separate ways and such. I think we really need it."
"I agree." I spoke.
"And you know," she continued, "It is our first vacation as a couple." She faced me.
"Oh believe me, there's no way I wouldn't have noticed that."
She smiled widely and shifted her body so that her chin was resting on my chest. "I cannot wait to get my hands on you later." Cindy whispered even though we were the only people in the room.
I raised an eyebrow.
"What's stopping you now?"
"Knowing that if I start, we won't be able to stop and we'll leave our best friends out there thinking we're a couple of sex fiends." We both laughed at that probably because of how accurate a thought that was.
Despite that I didn't want her to, she got up and walked over to open up her backpack.
"I'm going to take a quick shower and change. Shouldn't take long." She explained as she walked to the bathroom carrying some clothes in her hands.
"Okay."
Taking advantage of that time, I used it to change into a swimsuit too.
About a half hour later, the four of us met outside our neighboring rooms and rode the elevator down. One of the luxuries of this hotel was its accessibility to city nightlife and proximity to the beach so it didn't take very many steps to be able to reach the sandy earth.
Besides a towel for each of us, the girls brought a small purse for their belongings. We set our things down at a designated spot and Libby and Cindy all but ran to the water. Even with all the people here, they, Cindy in her blue cover-up and Libby in her black with gold trimmed bikini top and denim shorts, wouldn't be hard to find.
It didn't take very long for them to come back, remembering they needed to apply sunscreen. Cindy did her legs on her own. It wasn't until she removed her cover-up to get to the rest of her body that the problem arose. Underneath the floaty, innocent piece of clothing lay something that was the entire opposite.
Straps- as that's really the most accurate word- of red cloth ran across Cindy's body, barely covering up her most private parts. Tight knots secured them together and in place, in turn preventing her from fully exposing herself to our fellow beach-goers. Her body was showing an amount of skin that I was not comfortable with and it left me unsure about what to say or think.
"Hey, you okay?"
She must have noticed that I hadn't went about applying sunscreen to her back as I said I would. I knew that whatever I said would get a reaction out of her and not necessarily a good one. It's not like you can really blame me though. She practically wears more in the shower and for God's sake, Sheen and I aren't the only men here.
"Okay. Done." I said loud enough for her to hear once I finished her back.
"Thanks." She leaned in to give me a quick kiss before running off with Libby again.
"Damn, Jimmy-."
"Shut up, Sheen." I stopped him, knowing he was going to make a comment on Cindy's appearance.
It shouldn't have surprised me that any sort of conversation or activity I tried to accomplish with Sheen lasted no longer than a few minutes. As much as I hated myself for it, I kept making sure Cindy was always in my eyeshot. Not necessarily to keep an eye on her, but instead of anyone around her. Being the overprotective and vigilant boyfriend isn't something I'm used to although I knew that inevitably, this being the perfect example, it would have to happen sometime.
Despite that I did notice the occasional glance back and poorly hidden stares, from both men and women alike, nothing really happened until I noticed what looked to be a local male around our age stop and talk to the girls.
Without checking to see if Sheen followed me, I approached the three of them.
"Hey." I spoke as normally as I could despite everything.
"Hey!" Cindy exclaimed as she walked over and took my hand in hers. "This is Ramon." She gestured to him. "He was just telling us about this cool bar down the street."
"That's nice of him. Maybe we'll check it out." Barely even acknowledging the stranger in the group, I turned to Cindy. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Okay." She said nonchalantly. I led us back to where our things were, Sheen no longer there.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I asked, the anger clear.
"What do you mean?" Like she really had no clue.
I gestured to her body, knowing that would speak volumes.
"Oh well," she started coyly, "I thought you'd like it."
"I do. The problem is so does everyone else."
"What does that matter? It's not like I'll be going home with anyone else at the end of the day."
"You don't think that's a little… much? Or less, in this case?" I ignored what she said.
"I like the way it looks on me." She replied. "And I thought you would too. I can't control what anyone else does." I scoffed and shook my head, not able to say anything else. "I really didn't think you'd get mad." If I'm being honest, I kind of believed that. "I'll wear the other one I bought tomorrow." I nodded gently but it didn't seem to appease her. "But I'll tell you what." She spoke as she leaned in to me. "If you can put up with me wearing this the rest of the day, tonight, I'll let you take it off."
As she pulled away, there was no way I could hide my grin from her.
"Thought so." I could have sworn I heard her mutter under her breath.
I knew then, although I should have known it all along, that it was going to be a long day.
"Yeah, if we have some time, we should definitely do that."
We were all sitting around a dinner table at our restaurant of choice that night trying to form a plan for what to do tomorrow. It seemed to be a unanimous decision that we would all go parasailing. After indulging in some of the greatest barbeque we've ever had (Cindy a fan in particular), we lounged around with a few drinks, which we were all content to remember that, here, we are of legal age to be consuming.
After the event that was going to the beach, Cindy, as promised, remained in her bikini under her cover-up and I knew that she was holding on to her word about me taking it off later tonight. Having not said another word, or even given a cautious look in her direction, I knew we were good to go.
It was especially confirmed when Cindy stood and stumbled over to where I sat beside her and asked, not very subtly, if I was ready to go back upstairs.
There were too many glasses scattered around the table so I'm not entirely sure if Cindy had just finished her second or third glass of Long Island Iced Tea.
"You okay girl?" The always helpful and much more alcohol tolerant Libby asked.
"Of course." She replied, her voice not sounding as clear as it would normally be.
"I think I'm just going to get her upstairs now." It wasn't until I stood up that I realized how buzzed I was myself given only the three beers and various vodka shots.
"Alright, just be careful." Sheen spoke this time. "We don't want a repeat of what happened last time you two were like this." At that, both him and Libby laughed and I knew they were speaking about the night everything changed for Cindy and I while at a party of a former classmate.
Cindy and I both chose to ignore them as we made our way, hand-in-hand, through the hotel and up the elevator. I'm thankful for the other guests that were on it. Who knows what Cindy and I could have done had we been alone in there?
By the time we got to our floor however, we were the only two passengers. We drunkenly staggered to our room, stealing a few kisses along the way. The light "beep" produced by our door opening seemed like a godsend.
Immediately after the door closed behind us, it was impossible to separate. The only sound in the room was that of our heavy breath as we made our way to bed.
"Uh, God." Cindy let out as I was kissing her neck after slipping out of her cover-up. Even though we hastily undressed each other, I still tried to indulge in pulling the strings of her bikini to undo it, seeing as it was what got us into this in the first place.
"You drive me crazy." I mumbled against her skin as the bottom part landed on the floor. "You put me through a lot today, you know that?" Within a few seconds, her top joined the remainder of our clothing.
"Was I a bad girl?" She asked lustfully. "Are you gonna punish me now?"
As if it all connected at that moment, I shook my head at how dumb I'd been for not seeing it sooner.
"Is that what all this was about?" My lips still lingering close to her body. "If you want me to be rough with you Cin, all you have to do is ask." The words slurred together but I knew she understood me based on how one of my hands was now grasped tightly on her wrist.
"But it's more fun this way." She devilishly smiled. "Now I've got you all riled up."
"Mmmm," I groaned and at the same time I turned us around so that she hovered over me with a confused look on her face. "I'm still not convinced though. You want to play rough; you've got to earn it."
"Well," she bit her lip. "If that's what it takes."
Cindy's POV
Admittedly, all I really wanted to do was get him hot and bothered enough to have his way with me. As much of a wonderful and considerate lover he is, there are times when I want him to do whatever he wants to me. Our history has shown that teasing him, in one way or another, seems to be the best way to get there.
And by the looks of it, mainly due to the way he- and his body- was reacting, it was working.
I wrapped my hand around him, pumping slowly, as my lips and tongue ran along his pelvic bone.
"Fuck." He breathed, knowing he would have to brace himself once my mouth was on him. I soon took him in, causing him to hiss in pleasure.
There's something so empowering about hearing him react like that and a great part of it is knowing that I did it.
Jimmy's the first guy I've tried MANY things with and most of it wasn't as disastrous as I imagined. Once we started getting more intimate, I knew things like this were, on both sides, going to be expected. While I should have been incredibly nervous, the fact that it was Jimmy and that he was just as inexperienced as me was immensely relieving. Naturally, with time and practice, any reservation we each had about our private performances went away.
I sucked until my cheeks hollowed out and then did it again. I knew my hair was tickling his thighs, enhancing the feeling. My tongue drew a wavy line up his shaft and ended with a kiss on the head. I did a similar pattern a couple more times and added my hand.
"Yes, baby..."
I took him as much as I could after that, opening up the back of my throat. In a matter of seconds, he came in my mouth and I swallowed appreciatively.
With a familiar energy rush running all over my body, I looked up at him and licked the corner of my lip.
"Is that all?" he asked as I crawled up to him.
"Is it ever?" I spoke as I swung my leg across his body and sank myself down on him.
Once he was all the way in, I shuddered out a breath, threw my head back, and did not move, frozen by his size. I knew this would work though. He's told me before how much he loves seeing me in this position.
He drew little circles on my thighs with his thumbs, trying to signal me. It motivated me enough to move up and down on him a couple of times. I went at my own pace though, just wanting to feel all of him. I could tell we weren't in agreement when he slipped his fingers between my legs, likely trying to move things along.
"Oh!" I gripped onto his abdomen. "Jimmy..."
"You're killing me, Cindy." He groaned. "You gotta move."
With a nod, I rocked against him and began recreating a pattern we've done many times before. I slid onto him faster and faster and the sounds he was producing kept egging me on.
"Just like that." He said, his voice coarse and with both hands on my hips. Seeing the smug look on his face resulted in me riding him recklessly, each bounce practically in time with my panting.
"Yes… oh, shiiiit..."I gasped as I ran my hands through my hair. Nearing the edge, it wasn't going to take much more to send me over. Without really thinking about it, I reached down and ran my fingers along the part where our bodies met.
"Fuck!" He yelled as he came and I followed very shortly after. Completely out of breath and energy, I got off him and laid by his side. "You're incredible." He mumbled almost incoherently.
"As I've been told once or twice." I let out with a growing smile.
"You're not going to pull another stunt like that again right?" He spoke seriously and I knew he meant the whole bikini debacle.
"Given what just happened, would it really be the worst of ideas?" With a chuckle and a smile reminiscent of mine, he leaned in to kiss me.
Really quick note here: PLEASE don't make an issue of them going into Mexico with just the hovercar and their passports. I've had this chapter planned for a while and I'm really not trying to start anything by keeping what I've had. They've done things so much more extreme than this.
Thank you guys so much for reading and I really hope you enjoyed it! Drop a review to let me know you think and give me a Twitter follow if you can!
