The Game Ch. 18bySara and Ron©
He stood and gave me a, 'you've got it wrong look'.
I was taken a bit by surprise by his lack of guilt and he took my momentary confusion to try to diffuse the situation. "Sara, please come join us. I have just been telling a friend of mine about you, and I would like you to meet her."
I sighed, some of my anger abating, but none of my irrational jealousy. I coldly joined Ron, intentionally putting myself between the redhead and him even though there was no bar stool there. The body language was unmistakable, 'He's mine bitch'.
Ron knew I was pissed and was verbally juggling. "Lisa, I would like to introduce you to Sara. She is the woman I have been telling you about."
Lisa grinned at me at first, and then her smile faltered as the look on my face must have communicated more than I intended. She extended a hand cautiously to me and said in a British accent, "Nice to meet you Sara. I am Lisa."
I shook her hand perfunctorily and asked icily, "So how ever did you and Ron meet?"
Ron took my hand in his and gave it a squeeze. After you have been in a relationship with someone for a long time you develop your own internal language. This language is made up of a complex combination of words, facial expressions, touches, and eye contact that only your partner understands. Ron's little squeeze said, "Ease up, you got it wrong."
I knew I was behaving irrationally. I knew that Ron loved me. I knew that I had no reason to feel threatened by this woman. I knew that Ron had not shown the least bit of interest in anything other than talking with this woman. I knew Ron had promised me he had no interest in other women. I knew Ron had invited me this weekend for God's sake. And I knew that despite all of that, I was more jealous and angry than I ever have been in my life.
More than the jealousy and anger though, I hated myself for the way I was acting. I knew I was acting crazy, but seemed unable to stop.
Lisa was cordial, but also a bit uncomfortable. Hell anyone would have been uncomfortable with the 'crazy bitch' persona that seemed to have possessed me sitting next to them.
Ron stood up and gently pulled me to his bar stool. I sat down and the bartender brought me a drink. Ron tried to mollify me with the circumstance of his meeting Lisa. "Lisa and I met earlier in the week and as luck would have she had planned to stay over here after her own business trip concluded."
I smiled and took a sip and said coldly, "How lucky."
Ron continued, "And she was also the one who recommended this resort for its service and accommodations. You see this is a private club and without Lisa's efforts, we never would have been able to get in on short notice."
I nodded. So what I was supposed to feel indebted to this slut bag for convincing Ron he should spend a weekend around her nearly naked and absolutely perfect ass?
This was not like me and I knew it. What was wrong with me? I am not a jealous person. Good God in the right context I might get off on watching Ron with this woman. Why was I acting so crazy?
Ron sighed exasperated and said, "Maybe we should just go?"
I turned to him about to unleash some fury when I saw a woman approaching from behind Lisa. She was brunette with Mediterranean features and as beautiful as the red head that sat next to me.
The red head turned to see the dark haired woman approach and her face broke into a grin. "Janelle, there you are" she said.
Janelle approached her smiling and draped a tanned arm over Lisa's shoulder and leaned in and kissed her on the mouth in the familiar ways of a lover. Lisa turned back to Ron and I and said, "This is my partner, Janelle."
My mouth hung open as the reality set in, followed quickly by embarrassment. Lisa was a lesbian and her lover, Janelle, had just joined us.
Talk about reading the signs wrong. My anger and jealousy mysteriously evaporated in a mist of embarrassment.
Now most people, and I am no exception, have made an ass out of themselves at one time or another, but I had managed to create a whole new category of asses just for myself.
For a moment my mind conjured up a Wikipedia entry for "Asshole" complete with my picture next to it. It would have read: 'Asshole: A stinky hole that spews shit on anything around it.' Secondary definition: Sara on vacation (pictured to right)'
My face burned and tears actually formed in my eyes. I had just managed to completely and totally embarrass myself for no reason at all.
All of those feelings of anger and jealousy were replaced with a combination of self loathing and embarrassment. Lisa noticed my discomfort and was obviously enjoying it on some level. I no doubt deserved it.
Ron took my hand and said, "Lisa and Janelle are here celebrating their 3 year anniversary. Lisa was at the same conference as I was in Geneva last year and we had dinner last week when we found out we would both be in Costa Rica at the same time. I was fortunate enough to meet Janelle and they invited us to share their holiday with them."
Well nothing like a little insult to injury. Not only was I the queen of all bitches, these women were actually being nice to us. I only nodded my face still burning. Janelle watched me with a mixture of curiosity and concern. She knew something was wrong, but had not been present to witness my super-crazy-bitch routine that I had demonstrated such proficiency at.
I sighed deeply and did the only thing I could. I apologized.
I turned to Lisa and said, "Lisa, it is truly nice to meet you. I seem to have made an ass out of myself and really don't have a good reason for it. I don't know what is wrong with me, but I can only hope that you will give me a chance to start over so I can have some chance to prove that I am not a psychotic, jealous lunatic."
Lisa smiled warmly and looked at Ron and then back to me and in a more gracious tone than I deserved said, "No worries Sara. It's nice to meet you as well. We all have moments where we are not at our best, and on the bright side, this little misunderstanding only means that our friendship will have started memorably."
I nodded feeling stupid. It would have been easier if she were a complete bitch. Ron smiled and squeezed my hand reassuringly. Janelle eased the tension by saying, "Perhaps we could all have dinner together tonight."
Lisa smiled and said, "Sure."
I nodded and we agreed to meet at 9pm and then Lisa and Janelle got up and left, two gorgeous women, arm in arm in the late afternoon golden Caribbean sun.
Ron turned to me with humor instead of anger and said, "What the hell got into you?"
I shrugged and said, "I'm so sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me."
Ron smiled and said, "You are probably just stressed from the trip. Let's go have some fun."
I smiled feeling a little bit more like myself and said, "What did you have in mind?"
Ron grinned and whispered, "You are over dressed for what I have in mind."
I felt another surge of emotion that took me by surprise, but this time it was lust. I looked at Ron and had to have him right then. This was not a feeling of 'God I'm Horny and want to have sex', but more of an urgent physical need to have an immediate sexual release.
I took his hand and pulled him off his stool and said, "God I want you to fuck me right now." I spoke too loudly and a couple across the bar stared at us and then giggled to themselves, but I honestly didn't care. I had to fuck him right now.
I pulled Ron along almost dragging him back to our room.
I had my bikini off before the door had closed. I lay on my back on the bed and pulled my knees to my chest, spreading myself widely. "Fuck me." I said.
Ron was grinning and knelt between my legs. He caressed my thighs gently and I reached down and took his hand and pulled him roughly on top of me.
"Screw the foreplay." I said roughly. "Fuck me now."
Ron lifted his hips and pushed his cock gently into me. I grabbed his ass and pulled him hard into me as I rose my hips up to meet him. I was wet and slick in anticipation of him and he hilted himself in our first thrust together.
I came before he was fully inside me. It was not my normal buildup to a satisfying orgasm, but rather like a lightening bolt that erupted from the center of my belly and shot out of every nerve in my pussy. I contracted around Ron's cock and wrapped my legs and arms around his body holding him close to me. "Fuck me; fuck me; fuck me; fuck me" I grunted again and again as I came holding him so tightly that he could not thrust but only hold himself deeply into me.
As my orgasm ebbed I collapsed in exhaustion below him. He was propped up on his elbows above me with his cock still hard and in me.
"Fuck that was good." I moaned breathlessly.
Ron laughed holding me. "What the fuck was that?" he asked.
I giggled. "World's fastest orgasm I think" I said breathlessly.
"Jesus I guess" he replied. He glanced at the clock and said, "less than a half minute. I should call Guinness."
I smiled and said, "Okay your turn" and pulled him close to me and kissed him. Then he slowly began gently thrusting inside me.
I rose up to meet him, my own desire sated, but wanting to give him the same pleasure he gave me. I loved watching him over me and holding his shoulders as he thrust himself faster and faster in me. His face contorted as he came inside me. I felt the rush of him and the spasm of his lean body over mine. I pulled him down to me as he relaxed and kissed his mouth. He collapsed on me, panting. I held him as he slowly recovered and felt his hardness wane inside of me.
He rolled off to my left and held me closely. We drifted like that for awhile and then, he kissed me on the forehead and said, "I love you." I thought of that feeling of intimacy Mary had described so many years ago with the kiss on the nose. At that moment I felt exactly what she felt and had never felt so contented in my life.
"I love you too." I said smiling.
He propped himself up on an elbow and stroking my bare shoulder said, "Do you really?"
I cocked my head to look him in the eyes and said, "More than anything."
He smiled and said, "I have something to show you." He got up from the bed and got a pair of slip on sandals.
He looked ridiculous in them naked and I giggled and said, "Where are you going?"
He grinned and said, "You mean, 'where are we going'? Now get up you horny little girl and threw me a towel. Rinse off and come with me."
I caught the towel and laughed my way into the bathroom to rinse the smell of sex off of me.
When I returned Ron was still naked, but had a small travel case he carried to the pool for his watch, cell phone and other shit men just can't live without on vacation. "Ready?" he asked.
I said, "Well let me put my suit on."
He took my hand laughing and said, "No time I want to see the sun set and you look better naked than in clothes."
I glanced at the clock realizing it was nearly 8pm already. Time flies when you are having fun.
He drug me naked outside of the room to the beach. Fortunately it was a clothing optional beach although we were the only two who had opted for full nudity. There were a couple of topless women down by the water, but I was the only one fully nude.
I giggled and said, "This is another first for me. I mean the nude beach thing."
Ron grinned, "Me too believe it or not. Feels pretty good though."
I nodded. It did feel good to be completely naked out in dimming sunshine and equatorial heat listening to the ocean. We only caught a few glances from fellow Americans who were not used to public nudity, but no one spoke to us.
Ron led me down the beach to a small semi-circle patch of sand that was completely secluded. I looked both ways up and down the beach and we were completely alone. A lone boat sputtered a mile or so off shore, but it was only a speck on the horizon.
I sighed as we stood there naked holding hands.
"It's beautiful" I said as we watched the sun kiss the shimmering ocean water.
Ron turned to me and said, "You are beautiful."
I melted inside but said nothing.
And then time seemed to contract. Everything slowed way down and I felt a sense of vertigo as Ron knelt on one knee and from his case extracted a ring case and said, "Sara, spend you life with me and let's make today the beginning of our forever. Marry me?"
He opened the ring case as my hands flew to my open mouth and my breath left me. The ring was obscured in a blur as tears filled my eyes. I stood their naked with him, alone, with nothing but beauty and love all around me and with a trembling voice said, "Yes."
And then he was hugging me. Kissing me gently on the lips and cheeks and slipping the ring on my finger. I thought if I live forever I will never again feel joy like I did in that moment.
Of course I was wrong.
* * * * * * * *
Dinner was a semi-formal affair that passed in a blur. Lisa and Janelle congratulated both of us and had seemed to put my behavior out of their minds. We drank wine with dinner and laughed as if we were old friends.
I learned that Lisa was an economist working for the World Bank and Janelle was a former Peace Corp volunteer. The two had met at a convention on world hunger in New York City and in their case opposites attracted. Both had recently come out as openly gay and they 'just clicked' as they put it.
I could understand the 'just clicking' thing seeing as how Ron and I seemed to fit together like hand and glove on just about every issue of merit.
When it was over it was nearly midnight and Ron and I took a long walk on the beach, our second as an engaged couple and the first that I can honestly say that I remember.
The stars were bright and a full moon lit up the beach when we finally took a rest in the same alcove where only hours earlier he had proposed.
I sat next to him holding his hand enjoying the moment, feeling closer to him than I have ever been. He stroked my hand gently and then kissed me on the corner of the mouth. "We are lucky you know."
I purred my agreement and nuzzled in next to him closer. He put his arms around me and I scooted between his legs and leaned back against him. He kissed my neck gently and stroked my hair. His arms wrapped tightly around me, his fingers laced across my belly below my breasts.
I moaned gently with pleasure enjoying the gentle kisses on my neck and the amazing view of a billion stars reflected across the water like tiny diamonds in the gentle surf.
I don't know how long we sat there, but it was more than an hour. When my legs began to cramp and I began to feel tired I turned to him and kissed him deeply on the mouth and said, "Take me to bed."
This time the urgency was not there, but the heat was. I wanted him badly, but also slowly, as to extract the maximum amount of pleasure that I could from our act of love. This time he was on bottom and I crawled over him, kissing softly up his body from his navel to his chin. Then I kissed his mouth and my hand found him hard and I stroked him gently to further arousal.
His fingers parted my legs and gently massaged me to arousal. I became wet and horny as his fingers worked their magic. I used some lubrication on his cock to both tease and arouse him further as well as prepare him for my pussy that was not yet fully recovered from the sexual tryst from earlier in the day.
When neither of us could take any more, I straddled him and slowly, lowered myself onto him, gently, inch by inch.
When he was fully inside me he held my hips and whispered gently, "God you feel amazing. My God you are amazing."
I smiled down at him and began slowly to rock against him.
We slowly built up speed as he caressed my hardened nipples, moving together as one.
We came together, both arching our backs, neither crying out, fingers interlaced squeezing, holding on to the moment as long as God would allow it to exist and then collapsed lovingly into each other blissfully happy.
Sometime later as I lay curled up next to him, his arms around me, a question occurred to me.
I mumbled, "Honey you still with me."
"Always." He said from somewhere near sleep.
I smiled and said, "So what exactly did Rachel say to you in her note?"
He rolled over to face me and kissed me again on the forehead and again I felt that amazing intimacy. Then he grinned and I could see that playful boy that lived just below the surface of him.
"What?" I asked.
He continued to grin and said, "She is one kinky little girl."
I smiled and said, "I know. I think we have corrupted her."
"Not me" he said. "I would never have thought of this and if I did, I never would have believed a woman would want to do it."
I was fully awake now. "Tell me" I said.
He grinned and rolled over to the nightstand and pulled from his daily planner a single sheet of paper. He turned on the light and watched me read.
When I was finished I said breathlessly, "Oh my God."
"I know." He replied, but I noticed his cock was hard again.
I glanced down at his swollen member and said, "So that did it for you huh?"
He laughed and said, "Not really. But watching you reading it did."
I smiled and said, "How in the hell could we even begin to pull that off?"
"I don't know, but how about we have sex and think about it." He said grinning.
He reached for me and I caught his hand and said, "Sorry but you sex slave is done for the night. I am still a little sore."
"Not even married yet and you are denying me sex?" he said affably.
I laughed and said, "Tomorrow I will fuck you blind but you are on your own tonight."
He cocked his head and said, "Want to help?"
I turned back to him and took his hand in mine and guided it to his cock. "I want to watch. I don't think I have ever seen you masturbate."
"That's because I prefer to fuck you" he said sincerely.
I laughed and said, "But this way I will be able to walk to breakfast tomorrow".
He smiled and began stroking himself as we kissed. I licked his nipples as he stroked himself in the soft glow of the bedside light. I watched him ejaculate, something I had never seen without being in a sexual haze with him. His cum landed on my belly and between my breasts.
When it was done I hugged him close and said, "Now how is it that you cum and I am the one in need of a shower?"
He laughed and said, "Sucks to be the girl doesn't it."
I laughed running to the bathroom for some tissues or a towel and called back to him. "So seriously are we going to do this Rachel fantasy or what?"
"I don't know how, but I think we are kind of obligated. I emailed her back asking her if she was sure about this one and I got back a "YES" in all caps" he replied.
"That girl is off the hook." I called from the bathroom thinking. 'Jesus H Christ what will be next with that girl' and that thought sent an involuntary shiver down my spine.
I crawled back in bed with Ron as the sun began to come up. Just as I was drifting to sleep, Ron said in a tired whisper, "I might know someone who could help".
I sighed and thought to myself, 'you must know some interesting people.'
And then we drifted off together, happy and in love. We slept blissfully unaware of the tsunami of change that was rolling inevitably toward us, just out of site, and about to completely remake our lives.