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"Maybe, but you didn't invite me. I asked you out."
We made it to the car before we lost control. I started it, climbing onto his lap in the driver's seat and kissing him like a sex-starved nympho. His hands whisked up under my dress, and he pulled his head back to arch his brows at me.
I shrugged. I hadn't worn any underwear.
He made love to me right there in the parking lot. We took it slow, every stroke of his cock lush and intoxicating. I gripped his shoulders, and when I came, it hit me so hard I jerked into the steering wheel.
The horn blared.
Val punched into me one last time, choking back a shout.
I wrapped my arms around him, breathing too heavily to speak, with his semi-firm shaft still inside me. He kissed my throat and worked his way up to my jaw, and finally, to my mouth. I couldn't respond at all, too stunned by the pleasure he always gave me and by the fact I'd had sex in a car for the first time ever. Sex in the parking lot of the most popular restaurant in town. Where anyone might've seen us. Maybe that should've embarrassed me, but I realized it didn't. Nothing much embarrassed me anymore, not since Val.
We drove home and rushed into my bedroom, our clothes gone by the time we got there, and made love again with the same leisurely pace, like we both needed to memorize every sensation. I'd never felt more connected to anyone, or more at ease and fulfilled. Afterward, he pulled the covers over us and hugged me to his side. We fell asleep that way, contented and spent.
Our first date had been bliss.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Val
I lay on a lawn chaise soaking up the sunshine, my eyes closed behind my Ray-Bans. The noises of the guests playing badminton reminded me of my first day here. Back then, the guests had been playing miniten, but the sounds were similar. Eve had greeted me at the gate on that day, and I'd been smitten from the first second I'd seen her. She was more than beautiful. She was smart, accomplished, determined, and beloved by all her guests. Even the new ones took to Eve as soon as they met her. She worked hard to ensure the guests had everything they needed, and she made a concerted effort to socialize with them too.
Three days had gone by since our first date, but I'd been here for over a month. I no longer thought of myself as a guest. Neither did Eve. She kept talking about "the guests" but not including me in that designation. I wanted to take her on another date, but I had no idea how to top our evening at the steak house. Dinner, dancing, and sex in the parking lot. That was hard to outdo.
"Shit!"
The hissed curse from nearby made me open my eyes and glance toward Ollie, who lay on another chaise a few yards away. He had been reading a paperback. Now, he held the book over his groin, his cheeks red, and darted his gaze around as if making sure no one was looking.
"What's wrong?" I asked, praying it wasn't no-see-ums again. I'd needed seven days to get over that episode—seven days of Eve tending to me, but still, I had no desire to repeat the experience.
Ollie eyed me sideways. "I, uh, have a little problem."
He shifted in his chair, squinting his entire face and taking great care to keep the paperback positioned over his groin.
"It's embarrassing," Ollie muttered out of one corner of his mouth.
Ahhh, I finally understood. Every nudist male had the same problem once in a while, though not often. I grabbed my towel off the grass and tossed it to Ollie. "Here. This ought to help."
He caught the towel but didn't use it. Squinting his face even more, he said, "This won't help. The problem is too…big."
I flattened my lips to suppress a laugh. "You're a nudist, Ollie. These things aren't shocking to the rest of us, so it shouldn't bother you. Roll onto your side for a bit or go walk it off."
"Don't think that will help. This isn't the usual kind of problem."
Since I could see the tip of his dick sticking out from under the paperback, I decided he wasn't exaggerating. "What precipitated the problem?"
He tipped his head in the direction of the badminton game.
I glanced there and spotted our newest guests having a good time whacking the ball around with some of the older guests. Kelly and her husband Todd, newlyweds on their honeymoon, had arrived yesterday. Kelly was very sexy, though she couldn't compare to Eve. Still, every time Kelly jumped to hit the ball, her breasts bounced. Every time she scored a point, she did a little victory dance with her knees bent, pumping her fists in the air in time with the thrusts of her hips. The young woman didn't mean it in a sexual way. She was having fun. But her dancing exposed the area between her thighs.
Well, I did see Ollie's dilemma. What man wanted a beautiful woman to see him in that unfortunate state, especially with her husband watching? Ollie couldn't help it, and I sympathized with his plight.
Not that I had ever been embarrassed about such a thing.
Ollie's gaze flicked toward Eve's house. His eyes bulged right before he squeezed them shut. "Oh fuck. Kill me now."
I glanced back.
