“Ugh, don’t remind me.” I shuddered.
“And they were anal beads,” Sally continued. “TJ is a freak in the bedroom. Who knows what other kinky shit he’s into. I’m sure he’d be into a threesome.” She laughed. “I mean, I don’t think Cody and TJ are going to get it on together, but they’d do whatever two men do to pleasure one girl at the same time.”
“One takes the front and one takes the back,” I said, like some sort of authority on the subject.
“Say what?” she said and I laughed.
“She sucks off one of them while the other one penetrates her,” I said matter-of-factly and then made a retching sound. “But I don’t even want to think about that. I do not think they would do that. Especially not with us here as well. I would kill Cody, and I would tell our parents and Nonno, and they would kill him right after I did.”
“He’d die two deaths, huh?” Sally laughed and then moved back to her lounger and lay down. “I sure hope you’re right. I’d hate to be punked on this trip.”
“Yeah, so would I.” I sighed and closed my eyes again. The sun felt hot and delicious on my back and I pictured TJ’s face in my mind. His lips were so pink and they looked so soft. I wondered how they would feel against mine. I moaned as I felt a trickle of sweat rolling down my back and imagined it was TJ’s tongue licking between my shoulder blades.
“What?” Sally asked and I giggled.
“What what?”
“You made a noise,” she said. “You okay?”
“I was just thinking about TJ kissing me.”
“Oh.” She laughed. “Where?”
“What do you mean where?” I giggled. “On my lips.”
“Which lips?”
“You’re disgusting.”
“Hey, don’t knock it until you try it,” Sally said. “There is nothing like a guy going down on you.”
“I was imagining him licking my back, to be fair.” I sighed and stretched. “I suppose his tongue could go where it wanted to after that.”
“Yeah.” She laughed. “Just make sure you get a wax first.” Then she groaned. “I can’t believe I basically numbed my whole body for Cody and he’s not even going to be able to take advantage of that fact.”
“Completely hair free?” I asked, impressed.
“Completely.” She giggled. “Not even a landing strip.”
“I thought you liked landing strips?”
“Yeah, but I don’t know if Cody likes that,” she said. “I always think it’s smarter to go bare first time around and then change it up as the guy makes requests.”
“I’m totally not bare.” I sighed. “And I’m not even landing-strip ready either.”
“Mila, you do not have a jungle going on, do you?”
“A small jungle?” I giggled. “I trimmed, so I’m not the Amazon rainforest or anything, but yeah, I’m a local park.”
“Mila.” She laughed. “Do you want me to wax you? I know Nair has a home kit we can use.”
“No, I do not want you to wax me.” I groaned.
“I can,” she said. “I mean, what if things get hot and heavy with TJ and then he gets lost?”
“Lost where?”
“In the jungle.” She giggled. “What if the leaves block his view and he can’t land the plane on the right spot?”
“He can land the plane on the right spot.” I shook my head. “And you’re disgusting, by the way.”
“I hope he can pilot his tongue to the right spot,” she said. “I know some guys who have gotten lost and they were in a desert.”
“Hahaha. They just sucked, then.”
“Who just sucked, then?” a deep voice said from next to us, and my eyes popped open as my body froze.
“TJ?” I said weakly, wanting to ask him just how much he’d heard. I would die if he’d heard it all. Oh, my God, what if he’d heard us talking about him going down on me?
“The one and only,” he said. His lips curved up and he looked at my back. “Need me to rub some more cream onto your back?”
“No,” I said and shook my head quickly. I did not need his bare hands on my naked back right now. I was likely to do or say something embarrassing.
“You sure?” He sat on the edge of my lounger and I felt his warm hands on my shoulders, rubbing something.
“What are you doing?” I squeaked, wanting to roll over and push him away, but not wanting to flash myself at him.
“Sally missed a spot,” he said as his fingers now started to squeeze my shoulders. “And now I’m giving you a small massage. You feel tense.”
“I’m not tense,” I said tightly as his fingertips kneaded into my skin. I tried not to moan as I felt my body relaxing. His fingers felt so good on my skin and I could feel my muscles enjoying the pressure of his kneading.
“Sure, you’re not,” he said. “By the way, someone is here for you, Mila.”
“Huh?” I said, not really paying attention as my body loosened up. I wanted to tell him to stop massaging me, but it just felt too good.
“I said, someone is here for you,” he said and I felt his hands moving to my upper arms and squeezing. His fingers were so close to the sides of my breasts now and I hoped that he would move them down a little farther.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that your man is here.”
“My what?” My voice rose and I froze. What the hell was he talking about?
“I guess all your dreams are coming true because your man, Troy, is here.”
“Troy is here?” I froze. What the hell? I turned over to look at Sally, but she wasn’t looking at me.
“Yeah. So you should put your top on and come.” His hands abruptly left my shoulders and I felt his fingers on my bikini strap.
“What are you doing?” I said, feeling panicked.
“Tying up your strap, unless you want to walk back topless,” he said, his voice rougher. “I’m not sure how Troy would feel about that.”
“Uh yeah, thanks,” I said, my mind racing. What had Sally done and why hadn’t she told me? I was going to kill her. I felt his fingers deftly tying my strap together quickly and I felt peeved that he was able to do it so easily, like he’d had a lot of practice before. He jumped off of the lounger and I rolled over and sat up.
“You ready?” he asked, his eyes intent as they looked at me.
“Yeah.” I nodded and then looked down. My boobs were almost popping out because he’d tied the top too tightly. My hands flew to the material and I tried to adjust it so that I didn’t have an accidental flashing incident.
“No need to adjust it on my account.” He winked at me and I blushed.
“I’m not,” I said and stood up. “You wanna come inside with me now?” I looked down at Sally, who was looking up at me with wide eyes.
“I’ll lay out for a bit more, if that’s okay.”
“You don’t want to come and say hello to Troy?” I said, my eyes boring into hers.
“Eh, I’ll come later.” She shrugged and I wanted to shake her.
“Okay, then,” I said stiffly and turned to TJ. “Let’s go, then.”
“Okay, see you in a bit, Sally,” TJ said and we walked back to the cabin in silence. My mind was racing as we walked back. Was TJ calling my bluff? Was there anyone really there? I was about to turn to him and tell him he got me good when I saw a man running towards me with a bouquet of flowers. And not just any flowers—it looked like a bouquet of red roses.
“Mila, my darling, there you are,” he said as he grabbed me into his arms and spun me around. My heart was thudding as the strange man held me to him. “I missed you, my darling.” He set me down on my feet and, before I knew what was happening, he was kissing me on the lips and rubbing my back. I stood there in shock, with TJ staring at me with narrowed eyes, and all I could do was wonder if I’d gone to sleep and woken up in some sort of alternate universe.
Ch
apter Nine
Mila
July 18th, 2010
Dear Diary,
There’s this saying that if you pray for something hard enough, you will get it. Or, as Nonno says, everything you wish for can come true, so only wish for something you know you want. I think it’s a saying from his village, somewhere in the Amalfi Coast in Italy. Nonno said he will take me and Nonna once I graduate from college. I asked him if Cody will come as well, not because I want Cody to come, but because I want him to bring TJ. Nonno just laughed. Then I went to my bedroom to say a prayer that TJ would get to come. I think it would be romantic if we fell in love in the same country that my grandparents fell in love. It would mean that we were fated to be together and that our relationship would be as perfect as my grandparents’. Sally thinks that’s a big wish and prayer, but I figure it can’t hurt to try. I’m also praying to stop world hunger and for peace among men, so I’m not being desperately selfish. I’ll say another prayer tonight. I’d love to tell my grandchildren the story of how TJ and I fell in love in Positano. I can picture it in my mind already.