12. Ben
“Yep,you just puked in the parking lot,” she repeats, a hiccup breaking through her laughter.
I tighten my arms around her, wishing to fuck I had a mint or some toothpaste or anything that could undo the fact I just puked my guts up. “Shit, I really did,” I reply, smiling. “Which means you’re gonna have to wait for that kiss, because there’s no way I’m doing it now.”
“No?”
“Nope,” I say, shaking my head. “Definitely not now.”
Aida’s head tips to the side, the easy smile still tugging at her mouth. “What if I don’t want you to kiss me?”
Chuckling, I squeeze my arms around her waist. “Oh, you want me to kiss you, Aida.”
Aida loops her arms around my neck, swaying a little as she looks up at me and says, “Is that so?”
“Yep,” I reply. “You want me to kiss you and I think you wanna kiss me too,” I tell her, grinning as my hand rests on her lower back, just above that gorgeous ass of hers that I am desperate to get my hands on.
She smirks, not acknowledging my statement as she instead asks, “So what now?”
Laughing, I squeeze her once more before I reluctantly let go, immediately missing the feel of her body pressed against mine. “Now, we either call it a night and go home or we find a bar so I can get a shot of tequila and disinfect my mouth.”
Aida giggles, her arm still around my waist as I drop mine around her shoulders, pulling her into my side, where she fits perfectly. “Considering we have yoga tomorrow morning, maybe we should call it a night.”
I blow out a breath, turning us toward home. As much as I don’t want this night to end, I know it’s the right thing to do. For one thing, there’s not a chance in hell I am ruining our first kiss with a mouth and breath that taste like puke. I want to kiss Aida and I want to do it a lot, which means the first time it happens, it has to be perfect. And even in my drunken state, I know a puke kiss is not going to be perfect.
“Come on then,” I say as we start the short walk home.
We walk in silence for a few moments, before Aida suddenly says, “I had fun tonight.”
I glance down at her. “Did you think you wouldn’t?”
She looks up at me, a smile on her face. “No, when I walked in and saw you sitting there, I kinda knew I would,” she says.
Chuckling, I say, “So you weren’t disappointed that you didn’t get to have dinner with my grandma and Ed then? A few drinks and Grandma would have been regaling you with stories of her and Ed’s sex life. Trust me, I’ve been there and let’s just say it is waaaayyyy too much information.” I shudder a little, remembering our lunch the other day. I love my grandma a lot, she’s a seriously cool lady, but she is way too liberal with the details in her stories and shit.
She giggles at that. “No, I’m not. You’re fun to hang out with, Ben.”
Something in my chest warms at her words and I tug her a little closer. “You’re fun to hang out with too, Aida,” I reply and the way her name sounds when I say it, turns that warmth to something much hotter.
“Even if I did call the cops on you?”
I stop, immediately throwing my arms up in the air as my head falls back and I shout, “YES! She finally admits it!”
Beside me, Aida giggles, like she’s only just realized she’s confessed to being the one to call the cops on my party that first night she arrived on the island. Not that I didn’t already know, but this feels like another small victory in my column.
“I feel like that’s another win for me,” I say, throwing my arm around her shoulders again as we continue walking.
“A win for what?” Aida asks with a laugh.
“Getting you to admit something,” I say, grinning. “And maybe also for a party that was so fucking cool, the cops had to shut it down. Let’s go with two wins.”
Aida elbows my side, before sliding her arm around my waist again as she says, “Anyone ever tell you you’re a little bit competitive?”
I burst out laughing. “Well, it takes one to know one, Aida. Takes one to know one.”
She smirks, another hiccup falling from her mouth. “So you wanna up the ante and race home then?” she asks. “Pretty sure I could take you.”
“Noooooo,” I say, my grip on her tightening. “After what happened in the parking lot, I do not need to get my stomach contents mixing again.”
She giggles again as she murmurs, “Pussy.”
The next morning, I wake early, groaning as the sun slants in through the half-open blinds, interrupting the awesome dream I was just having. It was a dream about my dinner with Aida last night, but instead of it ending with me puking in the parking lot and us going home separately, it ended with me kissing her and then Aida here in my bed.
I roll over, just to check, only to be met with nothing but cool sheets. Closing my eyes, I let my mind drift, remembering the dream version of Aida here in my bedroom, her clothes on the floor and her gorgeous naked body in my bed.
“Fuck,” I groan, my hand disappearing beneath the sheets to the morning hard-on I have, which seems harder than most mornings thanks to that dream.
I grip my dick, giving it one slow stroke as I try to visualize it being Aida’s hand on me. The way her body would be pressed against mine, her tits against my chest, her leg hooked over my legs as she slowly stroked me.
I picture my hand moving to her ass, pressing her even closer, letting her stroke me closer and closer to the edge before I pull her hand away and roll us over so I can bury myself inside her with one deep thrust, fucking her hard, until she’s screaming my name.
“Shit,” I bite out, kicking the sheets off as my strokes start to get faster, my grip tighter.
I can feel the warmth of the sun on my skin, my mind pretending that it’s Aida’s touch, her fingers and mouth, as in my mind, I thrust into her over and over again. My dick feels impossibly hard in my hand, my balls tight and on the verge of exploding, as electricity shoots down my spine.
“Aida, fuck,” I grit through clenched teeth, her name falling from my mouth as I come hard, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath.
My hand keeps moving, slower now as I come down from the imaginary high of fucking my seriously sexy next-door neighbor, wishing she was here with me, and that we just did that for real.
Jesus, what the fuck is this woman doing to me?
And why the hell did I have to puke last night?
Eventually, I check the time, knowing I need to haul ass if I want to make it down to the beach in time for yoga. Rolling out of bed, I head to the bathroom to clean myself up before pulling on a pair of boardshorts.
I then grab the yoga mat I purchased when I went out of town, along with a water bottle, t-shirt, towel and my sunglasses.
Aida is already down at the beach, her mat set up as she sits cross-legged on it. As I approach, I can see her eyes are closed, so I quickly set my mat up beside hers before I lean in, my mouth against her ear and whisper, “Morning.”
She jumps a little, her eyes flying open, the surprise on her face making me laugh. “Ben, god, I didn’t…”
“Didn’t think I’d make it this morning?” I ask, finishing off her thought.
She smirks now, eyes dropping to take in my bare chest as she says, “Well, after last night’s pukefest, I thought maybe you’d be a little worse for wear this morning.”
Grinning, I take a seat on my mat, giving her a quick once-over in return as I say, “Nah, all good. Got a good night’s sleep and had a pretty good wake up too.”
“Oh?” she asks, her head tipped to the side.
Leaning in, I whisper, “Dirty dream I took advantage of.” Aida’s cheeks blush as she bites her bottom lip. I can practically see the indecision on her face, as she tries to decide if she should ask me about it. I save her the dilemma by adding, “Yeah, it was about you.”
She swallows hard now, her eyes widening a little before she suddenly says, “Well, dream Aida has nothing on the real Aida.”
I burst out laughing, not expecting her to say that at all. “Is that so?” I ask.
Aida lifts a shoulder, smiling at me now. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
My grin widens as I lean in again and whisper, “Yeah, Aida, I really fucking would,” just as our instructor calls for attention from the front, stopping this from going any further.
The class has all the same participants as that first time I did it, but thankfully the old farting dude is downwind of us, so we’re unlikely to suffocate on his dumpster ass wind this morning. Dude needs to get some fiber in his diet.
As the instructor calls out the positions, I try to focus on the class but it’s fucking hard given last night’s dream, this morning’s jerk off and the fact that the focus of both of those activities is contorting her amazing body into all sorts of positions beside me.
I’m actually half-hard just watching her from my peripheral vision and at this point, I’m going to need a swim in the ocean after the class, just so I don’t embarrass myself. If she can do this on a yoga mat, what the hell would she be like in bed? I’m certain she was right when she said real Aida would be better than dream Aida. I feel like real Aida would be fucking magnificent.
And I really, really want to find out.
Thankfully, I survive, and when the class finally ends, Aida and I both stand, gathering our things. “Breakfast?” I ask, as I pull on my t-shirt, not wanting to end our morning together just yet.
“Sure,” she says, smiling up at me.
We make our way into town, heading to the same café we came to before. This time, Aida insists on paying after we order, and I let her, before we take a seat at a table by the window.
“So what are you up to for the rest of the day?” she asks.
Grinning, I prop my elbows on the table as I lean forward. “Well, we could revisit that wanting to kiss each other part of last night,” I suggest. “And then I can tell you all about my dirty dream. In very explicit detail.”
Aida laughs, her head falling back and giving me an irresistible view of her long slender neck. A neck I desperately want to lick and suck and bite. I don’t ever remember being this turned on by a woman I haven’t even kissed, let alone touched or seen naked, but that’s exactly what I am with Aida. There’s just something about her that I find irresistible.
“Anyone ever tell you you’re very cheeky, Ben?” she now asks.
“It’s all part of my charm, Aida,” I reply just as the server drops off our coffees. “What are you up to today? Unless of course we’re going with my suggestion, which for the record, I am totally okay with.”
She smiles at me now as she says, “I actually thought I’d check out the town. I haven’t really seen much of it except the grocery store, and I’d like to take a look around. You can come if you like?” She adds a hopeful tone to her words and fuck me, am I tempted to say yes.
“On any other day, I’d be a yes, but I’m actually catching up with a buddy of mine,” I say, knowing I can’t really blow him off. “He lives on the island, and we catch up every summer.”
“Nice,” she says, although I swear there’s a flash of disappointment on her face.
“You’re welcome to join us,” I say, just as our food is dropped off. “I mean, we can show you around the town or whatever, so you know…”
Aida smiles as she says, “Thanks, but I’ll let you guys do your thing.”
“Maybe we can catch up tonight then, hang out or whatever,” I suggest and wow, do I sound desperate right now. Aida lets out a laugh, shaking her head at me. “What?” I ask, grinning. “I like hanging out with you, you like hanging out with me. We’re both here alone, why not?”
“When are your friends coming back?” she now asks, not answering my question.
“They’ll be back for my Fourth of July party,” I tell her. “Which you are coming to, right?”
Aida doesn’t answer, just gives me a small smirk as she says, “Yeah, we can hang out tonight.”