“Yup. We shoulddefinitelyleave,” I whispered as we dodged all sorts of strange and sticky things, pushing our way through the crowd.
Alex and I arrived at the bar where Julian was. “How do we get out of here?” Alex immediately asked.
Julian burst out laughing. “You could swim.” We both turned and looked at the sea. The shore was in sight, and not a far swim at all, by anyone’s standards.
“The water is actually very shallow past that buoy.” Julian pointed out. “You could probably walk the rest of the way from there. And the coral reef is out there, so you won’t step on anything sharp.”
Alex and I walked over to the edge and looked out. The buoy was only about fifty meters away, and maybe another fifty to shore.
“What do you think?” Alex asked.
“I . . . I . . . I don’t know.” I looked down into the clear blue sea wondering if I should, when something bumped into me. I turned to see what it was. “Oh God!” I jumped in fright.
I was now face to face with a big, blow-up sex doll. It had come crashing into me. Its garish, blue-painted eyes stared at me. They almost had a look of desperation in them. Her big, wide, gaping mouth seemed to be saying something to me . . .
Get me out of here! Get me out of here!
“Let’s do it!” I turned to Alex, clutching the doll under my arm. Alex’s eyes widened as he looked at it in shock. “Floatation device,” I said. I kicked my shoes off and indicated for Alex to do the same. Then I rushed them over to Julian and put them on the bar. “We’ll get them from you at the hotel,” I said with utter determination, and a blow-up sex doll under my arm.
Julian laughed. “You guys are mental!”
I rushed back to the side of the boat.
“There’s a place for you to jump off into the sea over there.” Alex had discovered a small platform that jutted off the edge of the boat. We rushed towards the platform and both jumped off it without giving it any extra thought.
I felt my body fly through the air for a few moments, and then I landed in the warm water with a splash. The blow-up doll I was clutching quickly brought me to the surface. I held onto her and started kicking my legs, using it as a board. Alex joined me and soon we were both clutching onto her, kicking. I tried to ignore the fact that one of Alex’s hands was now firmly gripping her big balloon breast. We kicked like this for quite some time until our feet finally came into contact with the soft sand and we were both able to stand up. The water was chest-deep for me and I stood still, trying to catch my breath.
“We made it,” Alex said. I could hear he was also out of breath.
We both turned and looked at the big yacht behind us. Julian was standing at the railing. He gave us a massive thumbs-up and a wave. I turned to Alex and we both stared at each other for a while. No one said a word.
“Did that just happen?” I asked Alex, breaking the silence.
He started nodding his head. Slowly at first, until it got bigger and bigger.
“That wasn’t a dream? That really happened to us?” I asked again.
Alex stopped nodding and then a tiny smile spread his lips. I felt my mouth twitch too. Our smiles began slowly, gaining momentum until they were spread wide across our faces. And then we started laughing. Our laughter was loud, uninhibited and raucous.
“Oh my God,” I wailed. “That was insane!”
Alex clutched his sides as he laughed. I couldn’t help notice how his wet shirt was now clinging to all the defined lines on his chest and stomach. And when he laughed, they all seemed to ripple and writhe and wriggle around. Suddenly I wasn’t laughing anymore. I was gawking at his body through the tight wet shirt. For some reason I reached up and touched my neck. The back of my knees tingled again, almost as if I could feel his fingers on them. He threw his head back and laughed even more and I tried NOT to stare, but his wet pants were clinging tightly to him, you see. I bit my lip and I swear I heard the sex doll next to me let out a little breathy moan,or was that me?
“Come, let’s get out of here.” Alex stopped laughing suddenly and I quickly looked away from his crotch area (God, I was a perv) and started nodding my head vigorously. We walked the rest of the way and when we arrived on the beach, that’s when we realized we weren’t alone.
“Hi.” Alex waved at the couple on the beach, the ones who were sharing what looked like a once very romantic dinner.
“Hi,” I mumbled at them and gave a little wave. They looked at us in utter shock and then, simultaneously, their eyes drifted down to my hand. I was still clutching the sex doll.
I looked up at them coyly and gave a small shrug. Alex burst out laughing again and the two of us ran across the beach, sex doll in tow.
CHAPTER THIRTY
I woke up to the sound of my patio door being opened and heard Alex’s voice. At first I couldn’t make out the words Alex was saying through my sleepy haze, but as I began to regain consciousness words started coming into focus.
“Breakfast . . . Bethany . . . enormous sausage . . . thank me for the cupboard . . . romantic dinner on beach . . . glaring at me . . . and that’s why we need to get out of here.”
“Huh?” I started to sit.
