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After a quick shower, I slid under the covers. Even though I’d been drinking all day and all night, and had been out dancing, I was too hyped about my night with Devin to go to sleep. I picked up the remote and began flipping channels, thinking that it would help me fall asleep. I turned to HBO and Real Sex was coming on. I liked Real Sex. Let’s just say it’s always very interesting, and leave it that.
With my eyes closed, I lay there listening to the opening music, and then I heard a woman moaning like she was getting the shit fucked out of her. It’s Real Sex, so that didn’t faze me. Then I heard this man say something about the monster, the intruder, and the hammer. But it was when he said that this machine will spin, stroke, and vibrate all at the same time, that I opened my eyes, because I had to see what he was talking about.
I opened my eyes to see this woman lying naked on a bed with her legs in the air. There was this machine in front of her. It had a large wheel with a rod attached to it, and a dildo attached to that. I sat in amazement watching this machine fuck this woman, thinking I have got to get me one of those, and I got turned on. Again. The shower calmed me down a bit, because Devin had me on fire. I thought about how we were dancing, and how he wrapped those strong arms of his around me. I felt good in his arms.
The longer I watched the more turned on I got. I turned off the television and pulled back the covers. I licked my lips and put two fingers in my mouth, and went searching for something to play with. My nipples were hard, so I pinched a
nd squeezed them a little bit. It didn’t take long for my pussy to start throbbing and for my hand to find its way down there. I took my fingers and spread my lips apart, and then I gently massaged my clit. I slid two fingers in and out of my sweet opening, slowly at first, but it never stays that way, and I thought about Devin.
By then, I was so wet that my juices are flowing freely out of me, slowly dripping between my butt checks. My pussy was on fire and my nipples were so damn hard, I had to give them some attention. I eased my wet fingers out and began squeezing my nipples. My nipples were wet with my juices, and I wished I had taken the time to get the bullet out of the bag. But I was too far-gone to even think about stopping to go get it. I stuck my fingers back inside myself and picked up the pace. Soon, my eyes and mouth were wide open, and I was screaming my ass off. If there was a better feeling on earth, I needed to know about it.
It was almost noon the following day when I finally opened my eyes. I slept really well, which didn’t surprise me with the day I’d had, not to mention the way I finished it off.
As I made my way to the shower, I couldn’t help but think about Devin. We had a really good time dancing. More fun than I’d had in a long time. As I enjoyed the sensation of steaming, hot water against my skin, I thought about my life to this point. Sure, I’d traveled to parts of the world that I had always dreamed of. Tyrone’s money allowed me to live a very comfortable life. I didn’t want for anything. But suddenly, it occurred to me that my life was very safe, very structured. That was the way Tyrone wanted it.
It wasn’t always that way. When we were dating in college, spontaneity was his middle name. It wouldn’t be anything for him to say on a cold Friday night in January, "Hey, baby. It’s too cold to spend the weekend here. Let’s fly to Jamaica for the weekend."
But of course that was before his father died, and he took over the business. Everything changed at that point, and it changed him. Tyrone went from the wild and crazy guy I’d fallen in love with, to Mr. Structure, the king of discipline. I decided right then that in this new life that was being thrust upon me, things would be different. From this day forward, I was going to experience everything life had to offer. Take some risks.
"Have some fun!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.
Once I had my bikini on, and my hair and makeup just right, I went down to post up at the pool to people watch. I know, I know, posting up by the pool for yet another day didn’t seem all that risqué, but you never can tell what might happen.
Just for a change of pace, I decided to have lunch in one the restaurants in the hotel. Even though it was after noon, I still wanted some breakfast food. A lot of people think that it’s taboo to eat breakfast food after noon. My soon-to-be ex-husband was one of them, but I was living on the wild side from here on out, so what the fuck!
A funny thing happened to me while I was eating that afternoon. I realized that I was alone. It scared me at first because I had never been alone. I went from my parent’s house to college, and then to Tyrone. I wondered was I ready for that; ready to make my own choices. In addition to drinking, I thought a lot about where my life had been, and where I wanted it to go.
And that was the problem. All I’ve been for years is Mrs. Petrocelli. Volunteering for this cause or the next, attending this function or that important fundraiser. I’d been to so many of those things I was starting to think my first name was, and his lovely wife. Now, that all was behind me. My name is Avonte, and unfortunately, beyond that, I didn’t know very much about who I was.
When I got to the pool, the usual suspects that were there the day before were there again.
"Afternoon, Manuel," I said to my bartender as I sat down.
"How are you today, Miss Avonte," he said, then placed a bar napkin in front of me and handed me a menu.
"I feel great today." It wasn’t too long after, that Manuel had my drink ready, and had sat it on the bar napkin. "I won’t be needing a menu today. I ate in the Ocean Terrace."
When I said that I had eaten inside, the look on his face distorted. Like he was really hurt that I wouldn’t be eating there. He dropped his head and went away without another word.
"Whatever," I said softly. I spun my chair around and looked out at the beach. As it had been the previous two days, the weather was beautiful, and the water was calm.
That’s when I saw him. There was Devin, walking down the beach. And much to my surprise and sheer joy, he was alone. "Charge the drink to my room, Manuel," I said, and got up. "I’m gonna have some fun."
I walked down to the beach and headed for Devin, and I had to hurry just to catch up with him. I started to call his name, but two things stopped me. One, wifey may be around, and two, it would be just too ghetto.
While I followed behind Devin, wondering where he was going, I considered inviting him up to my room to finish the job I had imagined him doing before I drifted off to sleep. But then I thought that I’d like to have some fun today. "What? Fucking ain’t fun?" I asked myself. It is, but I’d been in San Juan for two days, and other than going to Rumba the night before, I hadn’t been anywhere.
Today, I wanted to play tourist. I wasn’t really all that interested in going on any kind of sightseeing tour, but I wanted to see San Juan. Have an island adventure. And Devin’s sexy-ass would make the perfect escort. "Hello, Devin," I said when I got close enough to him.
He turned around quickly and he smiled like seeing me was the best thing that ever happened to him. "Hey, Avonte!" he said, and ran back to me. "How are you doing today?" Devin asked, and devoured me with his eyes. "You look—" he started, but couldn’t finish his sentence. Devin shook his head and finally said, "You are wearin’ the hell outta that bikini."
I laughed a little and said, "Thank you, Devin. You’re looking pretty nice in those trunks." And he was. The trunks were tight on him, and the longer he looked at me, the more the print of his dick became prominent.
"Thank you."
"So, I wasn’t expecting to see you today. I just knew you and wifey had a romantic day planned."
Devin smiled at me, and I got a little wet.
