Two Weeks in Jamaica Ch. 01

"Becky I know I'm drunk, but I really want you to come inside. I wouldn't be asking sober cuz I'd be chicken, but not for any other reason. You're so cute and I SO need to be touched...badly!" Becky lifted her head to gauge Carrie's reaction, the broad smile still plastered to her face.

Carolina couldn't decide whether or not her new friend was playing with her some more, and wasn't sure she liked it if she was. "Listen Becky, we're getting to be friends a little here, so if you're joking about this, just stop now and tell me, because it's making me a little uncomfortable."

"Oh that's a load of bullshit Carrie," Becky shot back in a hushed voice. "I'm a bit of a frightening bisexual myself and I've spent a ton of time around lesbians, trannies, bi girls, bi-curious girls and those pretending to be lipstick lezbos to be cool or to attract men. Liquor does funny things to people. Sometimes it makes them do things they'd never normally do, and sometimes it makes them do exactly what they've always wanted to. That night, I looked it your eyes and saw a genuinely bi-curious girl that would do anything for me to touch her and I think you know it's true."

Carolina sensed a touch of anger in Becky's voice and wasn't sure where it was coming from. "Hey, I never claimed I was a flaming heterosexual. I freely admit I have thoughts of other women from time to time. So congrats, you read me correctly that night. Why are you getting hostile?"

Becky hesitated. "Do you remember what you did with my number?" Ok, Carrie was really being thrown for a loop now. But Becky rescued her for the moment. "YOU asked ME for it just to be clear, and since I liked the drunk you, I wanted to know if I'd like the sober you. And I knew the moment I saw you at the gate that you didn't recognize me and I know you didn't mean to disappoint me and not call, but you did, so that's why I'm a little worked up." Becky had lost her composure a little and realized some pent-up feelings were being let out. "Sorry for the run on sentence, but....," she trailed off.

Carrie realized there was still one more hole to be filled in from the story and ignored the apology. "Becky I'm sorry about that, I don't normally act quite so wacky in those situations. Well I guess I've never been in EXACTLY that situation, but I swear, I would have definitely called you if I'd had any recollection the next day." She stopped and momentarily debated avoiding the elephant in the room, but quickly realized she couldn't. Breating deeply she forged ahead. "Ok listen, what happened after I asked you to....ummm...you know?"

At that moment the stewardess tapped her on the shoulder and requested she return to her own seat in preparation for landing. "Just one sec, sorry," she replied, and turned to Becky for the answer.

She motioned her closer once more and whispered softly and matter-of-factly in my ear. "We kissed and played with each other's breasts for awhile and then I took your thong off and touched you until you came on my hand. Would you like that thong back by the way? It's still in my car." She giggled and kissed Carrie lightly on the cheek before Carrie hesitatingly straightened up and staggered back to her seat where Belle noticed the look of shock on her face.

"What's wrong Carrie?", she managed sleepily. "Suddenly develop a fear of heights?"

The term "mixed emotions" scarcely could describe what she was feeling at that moment. Was the overriding emotion embarrassment, excitement, panic, attraction? She knew where to turn when confused. "Listen Belle, I'm going to need to talk to the four of you when we get to the resort ok?"

"Sure sweetie, are you ok?"

"Oh I'm fine, there's just something I need to get off my chest."

The customs lineups, luggage distribution and bus ride to Negril were all painfully long under the circumstances. For one, Carrie kept looking around for Becky, but never saw her and figured she'd gotten through customs much quicker and was gone. For two, it was a GORGEOUS day in Jamaica and they were wasting it indoors!

Her three friends pestered her about the mysterious stranger and her request for a meeting throughout the 90-minute drive to Negril, but the bus was packed and she wasn't about to talk about it there, particularly not with the sudden appearance of the redhead herself at the front of the vehicle. When the bus pulled into the majestic driveway of the Wyndham Plains Negril they forgot all about it anyway. The palm trees, lush flowers, perfect white buildings and perfect weather made for quite the postcard moment. When the bus stopped, each of the girls tipped the driver 500 Jamaican dollars and hopped off.

Their luggage was already being toted away, to be waiting for them in their rooms. After checking in and sipping from the complimentary champagne brought to the front desk for them, they embarked on a short tour to get their bearings. The piazza area in the middle of the resort contained a seating area flanked by a brick fire oven to prepare food 24 hours a day on one side, and the "Tree Bar" on the other. Through the Piazza there was one pool to the left with one swim-up bar and one about a half mile down the piazza to the right with another. In between there was a walk up bar and walk up eatery preparing chicken, burgers, fries, etc, again for 24 hours a day.

They walked all the way through the Piazza to the beach and strolled down to the other end, taking note of the warm white sand, beautiful blue water and wide variety of amazingly attractive people. It took them 30 minutes to walk to the far end of the resort's beach and back again and, on their travels, had at least 20 shirtless, sexy men introduce themselves.

"Oh girls did we choose well or did we choose well!?" Bee was walking double time now toward their building, anxious to get a bikini on and get right back to the beach.

Nev threw an arm around her friend's shoulders. "You speak the truth my fellow hottie, just make sure you're not old enough to be anyone's grandmother before you take them upstairs ok?" The girls shared a healthy laugh. All except Carolina that is. Her attention was centered on the pool passing by them on their right. Standing at the edge of it on the far side, sporting her simple white bikini and adjusting the ties on either side of her bottoms, was Becky.

"Wow," thought Carrie, "she's got a sexier body that you imagine she does at first sight." Her stomach was perfectly flat with the beginnings of 6-pack abs outlining it, and her breasts were small but very perky and sitting high on her chest. Her body in general was outstanding. Toned, with the beginnings of some significant muscles all over her back, legs and arms. Carrie was really drinking in the sight when suddenly Becky looked up and smiled knowingly. She pirouetted once on the edge of the pool deck, giving her new friend a 360-degree view. After the brief show, Becky dove into the pool and didn't pop her head up again until she was within arms length of the pool bar. She ordered up a rum drink, plopped on one of the barstools poking out about a foot out of the water, turned and addressed Carrie. "Sweetie, I'll be right here if you need me."

Carrie couldn't take her eyes off of her. It wasn't so much the attraction, though that certainly was part of it. She simply couldn't stop thinking that the woman in front of her had actually had her fingers inside of her. A woman! And she couldn't remember! It was an indescribably odd feeling. She also felt relieved that the tense nature of their last exchange seemed to be forgotten for the moment. "Awesome Becky, we'll be down ASAP." She reluctantly tore her gaze away, turned heel and ran off after her friends.

The girls had 4 single rooms in one corner of the main building of the resort, each one stunning and huge, with a private balcony, seating area and full bar included. Each king sized, 4-poster bed begged to be slept in. They all unpacked quickly, changed and met in Belle's room to talk to Carrie.

"Ok, so here's the story," she began. "Do you remember my birthday when you guys all asked me how I got home and had a healthy laugh at my expense when I told you I didn't remember? Well it seems that she's how I got home."

I paused, let it sink in, and awaited the inevitable reaction. Nev was the first one to realize what she was saying. Slowly a broad smile spread across her face and she sank back on the bed. "Oh my God, you crazy bitch, you actually did it. We've talked about it for years, and now you've actually gone and done it! How could you not tell us this?!"

"Talked about WHAT for years?", exclaimed Bee. "I'm not following."

Nev was REALLY enjoying herself now. "This girl you see here has been living her life vicariously through me forever and she just got jealous and had to have some for herself." She turned and addressed Carrie directly. "I am so proud of you girl!"

Belle hopped to her feet, a look of realization dawning on her face. "Do you mean to tell me that you got it on with a woman on your birthday and didn't tell us?"

"Ok, everyone just take a breather and listen to me for two minutes because I didn't hide anything from anyone."

Starting off with when she met Becky at the bar, Carrie ran down the entire story for the girls, right up until her revelation to her on the plane about the fun in her car.

"Wow," Nev began. "I like this girl already. She's down in the pool right? So what are you doing here, go get her!"

"Easy for you to say, you're a bit of a veteran at all this." Since university Neveah has been a practicing bifem in her own right, and a prolific one at that. "Meanwhile I just found out I'm officially bi about 2 hours ago. Can I let it sink in a bit first before I go down on her?"

Belle laughed. "Absolutely my dear, you just talk it out, that's what we're here for." Carrie knew she'd get empathy from her side. She and Carolina had shared the same feelings on the topic for a couple of years now. Nev's forays into the lifestyle have initiated many a discussion on the topic and the two of them had talked endlessly about being attracted to women, being interested in maybe experimenting, but not really sure how to go about it or even if they genuinely wanted to. They'd even shared some uncomfortable silences during these discussions when they'd both been quite tempted, but ultimately, they'd lacked the courage to go forward. "Well," she continued, "what does your gut tell you to do?"

That was a great question. "Well there's no doubt I find her attractive. I couldn't take my eyes off her down at the pool just now. Whether I'm able to remember it or not, the knowledge that I've already gone there with her removes the doubt of whether or not we'll do it again. And that actually makes me MORE frightened. If I'm going to do this, I'd like to move at a slow pace, but I've already fucked that up with her."

Bee now took her turn to chime in. "Well dear, I hate to sound old fashioned, but if she's not willing to move at your speed then she doesn't deserve you. Also, you shouldn't feel like you HAVE to get with her again just because you did once. Maybe it was a drunken thing and her Zen-like observations aren't as spot-on as normal."

This is just the point of view that Carrie expected to get from her older friend. Whenever the girls had asked her what she thought about fooling around with another woman, she said something like, "I'm an old dog, and that sounds like a pretty new trick to me." It wasn't that she thought being gay or bi was wrong at all, it just seemed like it wasn't for her. Besides, she was anything but uptight. Carolina don't know how many times her hands had been on her and the other girls tits through the years while shopping, hanging out at the pool, etc. It was her thing for some reason, especially with some wine into her.

Then Nev, as always, summed up everyone's feelings neatly. "Listen Carrie, we're here for you through whatever. So just do what makes you happy ok? But if you're done talking about your lezbo transformation for now, I'd like to get some rays."

Carolina couldn't help but laugh at Nev no matter what came out of her mouth and besides, she was dying to get down to the pool too, both for the rays and to begin the great experiment with Becky. She was shaking a little, both with excitement and with fright. But her decision had been made. She was going to jump in with both feet and see if Becky made her want to swim.

She found her on the pool deck near the swim up bar. She was on her stomach tanning and reading as Carrie walked up. Her suit bottoms had bunched up slightly and almost her entire right cheek was showing. "Oh my," thought Carrie, "do I have a quarter I can try bouncing off of that?"

Becky didn't notice her coming until Carrie's shadow crossed over her body. After all their travel it was already getting late in the day and tanning time was getting short. "So you girls huddled up and divided up the men of the resort into 4 groups of your own did you?"

"Very funny smart ass. Actually we talked about you."

"I figured as much. I did take your cherry, and without you even knowing! What a bitch I am."

"Jeez, can't you stop the sass for one minute, I'm dealing with a lot of stuff here."

"Ok, ok, sorry, you're right." Becky reached over and pulled the nearest lounge chair closer to her. "Here, sit down, catch the last of the rays."

"Thanks," Carrie replied and removed her wrap, revealing her red mesh bikini. She thoroughly enjoyed the "holy shit" look that came across Becky's face as the wrap fell. Carrie didn't quite have the taut body that her counterpart did (though it was close), but she easily had one of the best racks on the whole resort and Becky was obviously a boob girl.

"Hey Pervy, my face is up here!", Carolina lit up, reveling in finally being able to poke a little fun at the redhead for once.

Becky didn't even flinch. "Hey, can you blame me, those are amazing specimens you have there professor."

"Well apparently you've seen them up close and personal so you should know."

With that, the tone of the conversation grew more serious. Carrie was nervous about telling a girl who was obviously attracted to her, and who'd already finger-banged her, that she wanted to take it slowly. However, to her mild surprise, Becky didn't even flinch. "Listen Carrie, you're new to this, so you set the pace, and if we never get there again, then that's fine. What did you think I was going to do when you said that? Storm off pissed because you won't fuck me? Sulk like a guy would do? I think you're great, I know we'll be friends, and everything else doesn't mean a thing right now. What, do you think I fell in love with you that night? I said I liked the drunk you, I haven't decided on the sober you. Besides, I made YOU cum. If anyone should be infatuated it's you my dear."

At this point, Carrie wasn't sure she wasn't infatuated. Every time Becky opened her mouth she got sexier and sexier. "Yeah, that had to suck for you, sorry about that. God, I just got mine and took off huh? I am SUCH a man!"

"Ok Carrie, being a lezbo and all, I'm no expert, but the fact that the only thing that can hang between your legs is one of the plastic friends in my room, I'm pretty sure that exempts you from the male world."

Carrie felt silly, but until that very second, she hadn't thought of Becky as a lesbian. She'd foolishly assumed in her mind for some reason that she was a bifem like her. That, and the mention of toys added to her level of apprehension, but also added to the excitement level. Carrie had a friend or 2 in her bedroom at home and even had one hiding out in her carry-on as we speak, but she was nervous that those weren't the type of toys being referred to.

For a long while they sat in silence, just concentrating on soaking up the last of the day's light. When it was finally sundown, Carrie sat up and looked around for the girls. Nev and Belle were on the beach playing volleyball with 10 or so other people and Bee was chatting to 2 guys by one of the bars. Her stomach ached with hunger and she was tired from the long day. The girls had agreed that they'd probably make their first night an early one to make sure they didn't get behind on sleep right away.

She asked Becky whether or not she'd made plans for dinner and when she said no, Carrie asked her to stay put for the moment and she'd be right back. She ran and told the girls she'd planned to ask Becky to dinner and asked them whether they cared. To a girl, they all said to go ahead and, in the worst-case scenario, they'd meet at her room for breakfast around 9 the next morning. Returning to her chair, she addressed Becky. "How about dinner?"

"I thought you'd never ask," came the reply.

Twenty minutes later they were sitting at a table ordering their appetizers at the resort's Italian Restaurant, anxious for a substantial meal after a day of snacking. "You've gotta love a place where you can have fine dining in your bikini," said Becky, and Carolina nodded, her mouth full of warm ciabatta bread. "You pig," Becky continued, "where are your manners?"

"In Toronto," Carrie mumbled, and they shared another laugh.

They sat silent for a few minutes, sharing the basket of bread and surveying the restaurant. Every few seconds, their eyes would meet and they'd look away. Finally, Becky broke the tension by saying what they both were thinking. "Ok, we obviously both have questions for the other, so why don't we just ask them? It's not like we're ones to hide our feelings."

"Very true. So, who's going first?"

Becky didn't hesitate. "So do the two of us have a chance, or are you thinking this is probably just a flight of fancy for you?"

"Wow, you got right to the point didn't you?" Carolina awaited a comment, but the redhead just smiled, not backing down. "Becky, when I said I just want things to go at my speed, I didn't mean that to say I'm not sure I want you or I'm waiting for a girl with bigger boobs, it just means it's new and I need to be sure before I go forward." She uttered the words in a defensive manner that felt awkward as soon as they left her lips.

"Carrie, I'm not pressuring you, I just wanted to catch you off guard there to get a real answer and not a prepared one you'd written on a cheat sheet. Like I say, I've dealt with all kinds of women and I don't like falling for ones that end up with husbands. So before I even start to engage in a relationship, I like to be sure I at least have a chance."

"Ok, well you stand a good chance, how's that?"

Becky threw her hands up in mock frustration. "There, was that so hard? Now, what do you have for me?"

"What the hell is a single lesbian doing spending two weeks at a hetero singles resort alone?"

Carolina was pleased to see she'd finally managed to shock her new friend just a little. "Holy shit Carrie," Becky whispered, "is my directness rubbing off, or were you holding back until now?" Carrie replied as Becky had, by simply smiling.

"Well the gay cruises and resorts aren't for me. Too many butches, trannies and so forth. There's nothing wrong with them, don't get me wrong, they just aren't for me. At these places, I just always seem to meet people and have fun."

"Fun meaning.......sex? Or just fun?", Carrie asked.

"Oh I always find a lady interested in kissing my freckles," Becky exclaimed, "and not the ones on my face."

"You goof! So I'm just the latest in a long line of potential conversions or are there a whole network of you resort-penetrating lesbians bent on converting all us mostly straight girls to the life?"

Becky howled with laughter at that one. "It's nothing so mysterious. I've been coming to these places for 8 years and I've found myself in all sorts of relationships. I've met gay women exactly like me, experienced bifems travelling with friends, I've snuck off with attached ladies looking for some fun away from the man they brought with them, and I've even been an inexperienced girl's first time." With that, she reached over and grasped Carrie's hand. When their eyes met this time, it was entirely different. A little of the apprehension was gone, a little of the tension and nervousness. Carrie actually felt for the first time an intimacy with a woman and it momentarily freaked her out. Becky must have seen the panic in her eyes, let go and apologized.