Page 56 of The Virgin Playboy

“Why? I'm so happy that you're here. There's so much I want to show you,” as sleepy kisses turned slowly into full-on making out.

“It’s just…your family seems to be going through a lot. It just feels like I’m a distraction.”

“But you're like the best kind, baby,” as she pulled away, clearly the stronger one in this situation.

“Yeah, but I feel out of place.”

“Did my mom or sisters say something that made you uncomfortable? I could talk to them⁠—”

“No, Graham. They were really nice. I can just feel the tension of me not being the ideal type for you, given I didn't grow up in the LDS faith. I've had to stop myself from swearing no less than twenty times.”

“Well, they know you're a nevermo. And that you're from New York, so they weren't exactly expecting some white girl from Orange County. You can be yourself.”

“Your mom took us coconut harvesting, and in time it turned into a contest of tag, but really it just seemed like a way to get the city girl sweaty and tired.”

“Oh, so you could use a shower?” As she nodded an “mmmhmm.”

“So maybe we can have a shower?” I spoke in a suggestive tone as Jacqueline caught the hint, both of us tossing our dirty clothes in the hamper before continuing that lip wrestling match in the shower.

Honestly, there was nothing sexier than watching soapy water slip down your girlfriend's body, even when she hogged all the hot water. A knock at the bathroom door caught both of us all off guard, me especially, since I'd had to rip my mouth away from her tit. I mouthed, “It's probably mum, I have to answer.”

“Yeah?”

“Tamā, are you in there?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“When I saw your door closed, I didn't know where you were. Did you see Jaq?”

“Uh, she's in here. Having a shower. Just figured we'd save water,” trying to sound like that's all that we'd been doing.

“Well, be in and out, the baby's finally awake and we thought you wanted to meet her.”

“All right, Mum. We'll be right out,” saying whatever would get her to go away. Jaq and I had a good laugh about it, as she teased me for my mother doing exactly what I said she'd do.

“Well, at least I wasn't balls deep inside you, like when your mum interrupted us,” half defending, half joking.

“We'll just have to finish this another time.” Jaq kissed me, hopping out and getting dressed before me. Hopping out in a towel, she'd been putting on the finishing touches to her makeup as I watched her in awe.

“You left me lonely and cold,” I said, in a pouted lip.

"Your mom checked on me twice since hopping out, so I'm pretty sure she was serious about being in and out.”

“You gonna make it up to me?” I leaned for a kiss.

“Yes, baby. When we get back.”

“Promise?” as I carried her gaze until I got tired of waiting and kissed her.

“A lot. A lot, a lot. Everything's beautiful, but to know I have to live with limited sex while we're here. Expect not to get any rest.”

“You know what would take your mind off things?”

“The beach,” we said in unison.

“Graham, at this point, since we're already here, I’d go.”

“Sweet, now I get to see you in a bathing suit.”