A Sure Thing

Cat was definitely getting turned on. It wasn't the first time that attention had done this to her. But it was affected her worse than it had any time over the past two days. Casually, she dipped her hand under the table and felt the front of her panties - they were soaking, sopping wet. She couldn't quite understand how she'd gotten as excited as she had. For a short while, she began thinking that she should slip off to the ladies' room and get herself off. For a short while, she began fantasizing about doing it right there, at the table, while everyone else ate their dessert.

Shaking the images out of her head, Cat rejoined the conversation that was going on around her. "I drank way, way too much," Cat thought to herself, trying to her mind of the fact that she being looked at, and stared at. She did her best to talk with Koremasu and Jay about fishing, but her knowledge didn't run very deep.

Dinner and conversation lasted for over two hours, and it was nearly nine thirty when everyone finally said goodnight to each other. Getting up to leave, Cat was now more worried about people seeing a wet spot on her panties than she was in having them noticing her panties in the first place. It wasn't visible, but Cat couldn't help but be paranoid.

Walking out the door, Elsa grabbed Cat's arm and pulled her aside. Behind her, Tensui waited patiently. "I don't think I'm going to come back to the room tonight," the black-haired woman said. She dug through her purse, pulled out the bungalow's key, and stuck in the waistband of Cat's panties, as if it were a completely normal thing to do. "You've got the place to yourself."

Tensui didn't even speak English, but that fact didn't seem like much of a concern to Elsa. She left, arm in arm with Tensui, and Cat and Jay walked back to Bungalows 7 and 9 together.

"You have any desire to go back out tonight?" Jay asked as they walked down the path.

"Not really," Cat replied. "I'm kind of beat, and I think I've already drunk a little bit too much for one night." To be honest, she was really just looking forward to being able to go back to her bungalow and masturbate.

"I think I'm going to join Iwao and Dosan at the bar for a while," Jay explained, and then, almost reluctantly, asked, "So do you want me to take your clothes now? I can come wait outside your door while you take them off. Or do you want to hold on to them for a bit, just in case you decide you want to come out."

The thought of being able to just give Jay her clothes and be done with them, without having to run them over to his doorknob later that night, was really the better of the two options. But she also knew that her panties were soaking wet with her own juices, and she wasn't terribly eager to hand them over in their current state. "I think I might hold on to them for a bit," Cat said, "but not because I might come out. I spilled some wine on them, and I want to see if I can get it out. Is that okay with you?"

Jay nodded. He had gone from being a pain in the ass about the rules this afternoon to suddenly being remarkably understanding. "What is going on inside his head?" Cat asked herself.

"Just, uh, do what you did last night," Jay told her, heading up the path towards the patio as Cat reached the walkway out to her bungalow. "Just stick them on the doorknob later on."

THE POCKET ROCKET

Unlocking the door the bungalow, Cat stepped inside, relieved that she'd have it for herself that night. She locked the door behind her, and leaning up against it, felt the front of her crotch again. Her pussy itself wasn't as hot as it had been earlier, but the panties themselves were soaked. She stripped them off, and put them in the bathroom sink. She unsnapped her bra, as well, and actually did try to get some of the wine stain out of her right cup, with little luck.

She let the two garments soak for a little while longer, and stepped back into the main room. On her way to turn on the television, though, Cat's thigh accidentally bumped into Elsa's suitcase, sending the whole stand careening the floor and spilling its contents all over the rug.

"Shit," Cat cursed herself, looking at all the clothes and papers that had gotten scattered. She got down on her hands and knees and began putting them back into the suitcase as best she could, trying her best to make it look like nothing had happened. As she picked one of Elsa's skirts off the floor, she was stunned by what she saw beneath it.

A vibrator.

Cat had seen longer, in the stores. It was still a good six inches; long, narrow, and very sleek-looking. It was gold-colored, but it was clear that it was made from some type of high-grade plastic.

A vibrator.

Cat reluctantly picked it up, and tossed it back into the suitcase. She didn't really want to touch it - after all, this thing had been in and around Elsa's pussy. But she also didn't want Elsa to know she'd found it, so she made her best guess at where it had been within the suitcase, and tucked it nearly away.

Cat had hoped that it would be out of sight, out of mind. Unfortunately, though, it didn't turn out that way. She tried watching television for a little while, but nothing seemed to take her thoughts off her own pussy, or off the vibrator that lay in hiding on the far side of the room. She ran her wet panties and bra, now wet because of water, over to Jay's doorknob, without getting noticed by anyone up or down the walkway. But when she returned to the room, her mind returned to the suitcase and its contents.

Nearly an hour went by after Cat found the vibrator. She had made an attempt at masturbating with her hand alone, but she lost interest fairly quickly, knowing that there was something in the room that would make it even better. She paced the room, not knowing what she was going to do. Obviously, she couldn't use another woman's vibrator. The thought of where it had been alone was enough to deter her.

But ultimately, it only deterred her for just a short while. One minute, Cat had been sitting on the bed, reading an article in Cosmo. The next, she was standing over the bathroom sink and taking a face cloth to Elsa's toy, doing her best to clean it off.

Cat had never used a vibrator before. She'd never used any sort of toy, for that matter. She had always been tempted when she'd seen them in the stores or on the Internet, but she could never actually bring herself to buy one. Even when she had built up enough courage to go into a porn store, the thought of walking up to the counter with a dildo or some other type of toy was just too embarrassing for Cat to go through with.

Cat lay back on the queen-sized bed. She propped her head up against the pillow, spread her legs, and looked down at the area between her thighs. Feeling it with her bare hand, Cat could tell that she was already getting turned on, just thinking about what she was going to do next. And as she flipped the switch on the end of the golden rod on, she became even more turned on, just listening to the gentle buzz emanating from the toy.

She came quickly, after rubbing the toy all over and inside herself. She thought about the eyes on her ass all morning, and on her chest all afternoon. She thought about sitting in a public place, the resort's restaurant, in nothing more than a pair of panties and a bra. She thought about Jay, and even though he had tricked her, she still found the idea of his eyes on her body absolutely erotic. Cat was panting loudly, and she wanted to let out a scream as she orgasmed. But she was also afraid of her neighbors, or Jay (if he had returned home) hearing what she was doing. She clenched her teeth, sighed heavily, and laid the toy back down alongside her, flipping it off.

After cleaning the vibrator back off, Cat laid it to rest back in Elsa's suitcase. It was there if she wanted to use it again. But for now, at least, she was somewhat satisfied.

**************** TUESDAY ****************

"Seven months?!!" Elsa asked in disbelief, practically at the top of her lungs.

Cat blushed and looked around, to see if anyone had noticed the commotion that Elsa was causing. She cautioned the older woman, whispering, "Sssshhhh!"

Elsa quieted down, but the shock hadn't left her face. She leaned in closer to the center of breakfast table, and asked again, "Seven months?!!"

Cat nodded. The last time she'd had sex was seven months ago. With Patrick Norris, an economics grad student from the University of Babylon. Cat had met him at the Green College Club by Sentry Park, as Patrick had graduated five years earlier from Cat's alma mater. He had been dull and uninteresting, just like the sex, but Cat had stayed with him for nearly three weeks. After all, he'd been a nice guy.

"Yeah," Cat replied, whispering as best she could over the crashing waves. They were eating on the patio, looking out onto the ocean, and waiting for Jay to join them. The brunette didn't know how the focus of the conversation had suddenly turned to her - they had been talking about Elsa's erotic night with Tensui, no Cat's erotic life with no one. "And to the tell the truth, I'm not even sure I should count those last few times - they were so bland that it's probably more like eight or nine months."

Elsa shook her head. "Aren't you worried about your health? I mean, Cat - Jesus! - do you have just no desire to get laid?"

"Oh come on," Cat replied. "You're telling me you've never had a dry spell for a while, where you just couldn't meet anyone worthy of your time?"

The black-haired woman shook her head. "Especially not when I was twenty-three."

"Well, what am I supposed to do? Just go out, find a guy, and have a one-night stand? I'm not like that, Elsa. I just can't do that."

"Look, Cat, it's not like you have to LOVE someone to have sex. Forget all that crap you were fed when you were growing up as a Mid-Western farm girl. Sex is fun. Sex feels good." Elsa swallowed another few chunks of her breakfast.

Cat knew all that. It wasn't that she was prude, or an ice princess or anything. It wasn't like she didn't have desires - last night alone had proved that untrue. She just had trouble finding the right guys, which she explained to Elsa.

"Maybe you've got your standards set way too high. Men, they're just not going to measure up to the Prince Charming ideal that you have floating around in that little head of yours. You're better off just fucking them once, and then moving on."

The brunette couldn't really believe what she was hearing. "Oh come on, Elsa. Is that just your divorce speaking?"

Elsa seemed to think the question over, replying with, "Maybe. But at least I have the voice of experience to speak from. Sometimes it's nice to have just a one-night stand, you know, sex with someone just for the sake of sex. It makes me feel, I don't know, a little dirty. But in that good, 'I'm a naughty girl' kind of way. Do you know what I mean?"

Did Cat know how good it felt to be a little dirty from time to time? Cat, the girl who was flaunting her body off in front of these Japanese businessmen? Cat, the girl who just last night went to a very crowded restaurant in her panties? Cat, the girl who had masturbated with another woman's vibrator? "No," Cat lied, "I don't. Sex should be special, about something more than getting your rocks off."

"You'll learn," Elsa answered. "It feels good to be bad."

Just then, Jay arrived on the patio, effectively ending the discussion about Cat's sex life.

"Well, don't you two look gorgeous this morning," Jay said as he sat down at the table with the two women. Elsa was dressed informally, wearing a floral-print summer dress over her swimsuit. Cat was dressed even more informally, wearing just a thong bikini.

Today's outfit had continued the downward trend of Cat's covering over the past few days. Jay hadn't just picked out a bikini - he'd picked out a statement of American pride. The bikini had been designed to look like an American flag, but looking the suit over that morning, Cat saw that there really hadn't been enough material for the designers to more than twelve small stars on anywhere. The top itself was little more than two triangles, held together by thin white straps. The rights cup was blue, with a few white stars, while the left cup featured horizontally running red and white stripes. Now, Cat didn't have enormous breasts, but she still had trouble getting ever her C cups into the suit without having them spill out into the open. There was just enough covering so that Cat could strategically hide her aureoles, but no more.

The thong that went with the top wasn't much better. Cat had gone in for a bikini wax even before she'd found out that she'd lost the bet to Jay, but she had been forced to shave a little bit more this morning, once she'd tried the suit on for the first time. The front of the thong covered her, but it was little wider than her pussy itself. There had been enough material to squeeze only two and half more stars there. The back, if it were possible, featured even less material. It ran right up through her cheeks and formed a small triangle of blue with white stars, before splitting off into two white straps that sat high on Cat's hips. From behind, she may just as easily have been naked, being covered in little more than a single white strap across her back and a small patch of blue just above her ass.

Jay had knocked on her door that morning, but Cat had been in the shower. They'd shouted back and forth at each other, Jay eventually leaving the suit on Cat's doorknob. She'd been shocked when she saw it, shocked when she spent nearly ten minutes trying to cover her nipples, and shocked when she realized that she'd have to shave in order to wear the thong. But she wasn't going to let on to Jay that she was upset; she'd suck it up and deal with her clothing, doing her best to just go through with the day.

THE BEACH

Meetings ended fairly quickly that morning. Cat was complimented on her American pride, even though Iara asked her again if her luggage had arrived. Dosan, as he had done the day before, spent most of the morning staring at Cat's ass. Iwao commented on her belly-button ring. Tensui just kept drifting off into daydreams, glancing over at Elsa every chance that he could get.

It was a wonder that they got anything done at all, but both Jay and Koremasu stayed hard at work, despite the red, white, and blue distraction that was floating around them all morning. Cat, for her own part, tried to concentrate on the business, and keep her mind off the eyes that were following every move that she made.

"Cat," Elsa had whispered to the brunette at one point in the morning, "fix your cup!"

Cat had reached over to grab a glass of water, and obviously her nipple had popped out of the right cup. Cat hadn't noticed, but judging from the wide-eyed expressions on Dosan and Iwao, she had probably been the only one.

At one o'clock, Jay and Koremasu decided to call it a day. They had done the bulk of the work yesterday, leaving little to be completed before the business trip was over, and most of that little more than gross formalities. Elsa, Iwao, and Tensui disappeared off into town together. Cat had the sneaking suspicion that Iwao didn't want to go with the couple, but without him, Elsa and Tensui faced a nearly insurmountable language barrier.

Koremasu, Iwao, and Dosan all headed off to see if they could charter a boat or two for tomorrow, so that the eight of them could all go fishing and possibly diving in and around the coral reefs. That left just Cat and Jay, who decided they'd grab a little food and eat down on the beach.

"You don't talk much about home," Jay said between bites of his sushi. They were seated just beyond the water's edge, eating fish they'd gotten from the hotel's cafŽ. Jay had stripped down to just a bathing suit, and for the first time since they'd arrived in Bora Bora, Cat didn't feel completely out of place.

"What?" Cat asked. Was that a line?

"I mean, you've told me a couple stories about your time at Green, but nothing about Nebraska. I grew up in suburban Babylon, with a train stop only a block away, and an entire city at my disposal. But you, wow, that must have been so different."

Cat blinked. Jay was serious. He wasn't hitting on her. He actually wanted to know about Big Apple, Nebraska. "You know, you people from the East Coast think that civilization stops on the outskirts of New York, Boston, Babylon, and Philadelphia, and doesn't start again until you hit downtown LA or San Francisco."

"Oh, come on," Jay began defending himself. "I think that Denver and Chicago provide little pockets of culture and civilization to you hicks in the Midwest."

She slapped in on the arm, a playful little smack that demonstrated her disapproval with his joke. "I mean, I guess fifty, sixty years ago, maybe it was all corn farmers and cattle herders, but a lot's changed with television and radio and the computer and all. Granted, most people still work as corn farmers and cattle herders, but now they can discuss the finer things in life, like Christina Aguilera or the Sopranos or the Frugal Gourmet."

The both laughed, Jay looking at Cat and asking, "The Frugal Gourmet?"

"Yeah," Cat said nostalgically. "My dad used to watch it religiously when I was little. He never missed an episode."

"Was he much of a cook?"

"No, he really wasn't. When my sister and I stayed at his house, we always ended up having barbecued something-or-other, even if it was the middle of the winter. He'd be standing outside, ankle-deep in snow, and grilling away," she began laughing harder, wiping a tear from her eye. "I think the cooking on the show made him miss my mother. I think it was about the only thing he missed about my mother, though."

Jay flashed his brilliant smile again, but then became a little more serious. "Your parents were divorced? Was it tough, going back and forth, getting in the middle of things."

"No, not really," Cat replied. "My parents got divorced when I was real young, about six. So from then on in, it was just sort of normal. Dad had his house. Mom had hers. Liz and I just sort of lived that way." She looked at Jay, who was obviously deep in thought. "Why? What makes you ask?"

"My son," Jay answered.

Cat had known Jay Kelly for nearly a year by now, and she had known him well for at least a few months. Yet Jay had never brought up his son before. Cat hadn't even known that he had kids.

"He's four. Kevin," the man continued, answering the questions that were obviously going through Cat's mind first. "His mom and I never married, which is probably for the best, I guess. At least for the two of us."

"Well," Cat said, searching for the right words, "I'm sure he's lucky to have a dad like you."

"Thanks," Jay smiled. "It's just that I worry sometimes about him. I want him to have a normal life, you know?"

Cat nodded.

"I'm just afraid that, you know, what if the whole situation is doing some sort of lasting damage to him? What if he ends up just sort of looking for attention, and stripping naked at the office, or wearing his underwear to business dinners?"

Cat's jaw dropped. She was surprised that he had tied all that back to her, but she definitely found it funny. "Ha ha ha," Cat said sarcastically. "I thought we were sharing 'a moment.'"

"Yeah? A moment?"

"Yup," she continued, and leaned towards Jay as if she were going to kiss him. Instead, she slapped his plastic tray of sushi into the stand. "And now, that's moment's over."

He chased her down the beach, eventually catching her by the wrists and twisting her playfully into the sand. It went on like that all afternoon. They went swimming together. They walked along the beach together. They had dinner together on the patio, each of them still in their bathing suits. For a few hours, Cat didn't feel uncomfortable about her appearance, because she was with Jay. There were definitely three or four times during the day that Cat thought Jay was going to say something about the two of them, or lean in and kiss her. But every time that moment arose again, it just got awkward, and they both backed down.