"I'm telling you, only one day." Ryan said, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
"I know; how many times do you need to say this! I've had enough of this conversation already." I said looking out the window, looking down at the blue water below.
My fiancé and I were finally on our way to Hawaii. I had been trying to get this trip to become reality for at least three years. There were two reasons I wanted to go; one was the obvious beauty and warmth I craved but rarely experienced living in the north east United States. The second was a different matter all together. I have a long time friend that lives there whom I have never actually met face to face.
Todd and I have been talking for about three years. We had a lot in common; music, movies and our sense of humor was unique and hard to find in other people. Don't get me wrong, I love Ryan and he fulfills most things I need in a relationship, but one person has never been able to be my end all be all. There was always something in every relationship I have had that was lacking. Ryan was a good boy, jeans and t shirts, country music, faithful and loving, a dream for most girls. I liked those things about him but I have always craved the bad boys. I love tattoos and a man with a darker side. That was Todd; his arms and back we littered with tattoos, he loved to box and his long braided hair, dark eyes and sharp American Indian features that just plain did it for me.
"I know and I am tired of it as well but you don't seem to understand this from my point of view. You are willing to fly half way across the planet to meet this guy. You have to see how jealous this makes me. Imagine how you would feel if you were in my shoes." Ryan said taking my hand.
"I would kill you. I understand but meeting him is just something I have to do. I am not looking to hook up with him; I just want to spend a little bit of time with him. He wants to show me his new boxing club he opened last year, and show me some spots on the island. You and I both agreed that I wasn't doing the scuba diving thing and I know you would regret it if you didn't go. One day apart won't kill us and if you love me you would trust me. I don't cheat and I would never think about cheating on you. I love you." I said, kissing his cheek.
Ryan seemed to calm down after that, going back to reading his book. My mind began to wander to the events that were to come. I was finally going to meet him; finally going to be able to see what he was really like. I started to feel anxious, what if we didn't connect in person the way we had on the phone all this time? If not I would lose a good friend. One day was going to determine the next chapter of our friendship that I so desperately clung to in stressing times. Todd had the uncanny ability to calm me down when I thought my world was falling apart. He always knew what to say. Ryan usually tried to help me, but all he ends up doing is frustrating me more by smothering me. He just never knew when to back off.
The plane was making its final approach when I snapped back to reality. It was five hours earlier here so we basically arrived only a couple hours after we left, which made it mid morning in Hawaii. We had to get to the hotel and check in and then I was going to sit by the pool and get some sun so at least I wasn't glowing white anymore from the mostly cloudy and freezing climate I called home. Our baggage was already at the counter when we arrived at baggage claim. Thank god for small miracles.
Our taxi ride was relatively short but we went all along the ocean. I have never seen the Pacific Ocean; it seemed so different from the Atlantic, much more rough but still beautiful. I couldn't wait to sink my toes into the sand. As we pulled into the hotel I was in awe. It was right on the ocean, as in we could walk out the back door and walk onto the beach!
"You like it honey?" Ryan asked smiling.
"I love it! How did you manage to score this? I expected to be farther in!" I exclaimed.
"Mom managed to do some switching around and got us in. I thought you would like it; I know how much you're going to be laying on that beach this week." He said smiling.
"Yes but what will you be doing? I mean you aren't exactly the lounge on the beach type." I said. I couldn't believe it. Our vacations usually consisted of me running around after him instead of doing what I wanted to do. He was actually making this vacation for me!
"I brought my book, besides I'm sure I can find something to do. I have been looking things up since I found out that you would be with Todd the whole day tomorrow and I am sure I can't do all of them in one day, as long as you don't mind me going out on my own."
"No, not at all I would feel very bad if your vacation was filled with watching me soaking up the sun. Thank you so much for this, I need it so badly."
"I know baby," Ryan said as we pulled into a parking space.
Our room wasn't a room at all; it was more like a luxury suite with a patio that went straight into our own pool and lounge chairs where I could sun myself without dealing with other people. I spent the rest of the day on that lounge chair with my headphones on occasionally texting Todd letting him know we got in alright and convincing him to stay home until the next day. He wanted to come over right then and there but I knew Ryan wouldn't appreciate that very much at all.
As I lay there I couldn't keep my mind off of Todd. I knew that it was wrong, that my feelings for him were more than friendship feelings. I had tried many times to stop those feelings to no avail. I felt how I felt and even though I would never act on those feelings nothing I did made them go away. Ryan was the best thing that ever happened to me; I don't know what I would do without him in my life but I craved more than a mortgage, car payments and an occasional trip to the movies. Todd was always into something. He had a great career; he surfed, went biking and had tons of friends. He just had this air to him that people gravitated to and I wanted to be a part of that. The rest of the day went on pretty much the same; we had dinner out on the patio and went to bed early, exhausted from the time change.
I woke up early the next morning, just as the sun went up and decided to go for an early run before Ryan got up for the day. It was promising to be a warm one with temperatures in the seventies already. I started my run with a smile on my face, Tom Petty singing in my ears and the smell of the ocean as my feet hit the sand making my calves hurt more than the usual pavement I normally run on. My mind started to wander to Todd, imagining what he was doing at that moment, if he was dreaming laying in bed or if he was up to the same thing I was, using exercise to calm the sexual frustration that came with the day that lay ahead. I thought of him at his boxing club, working at the bag with his shirt off as he usually did, his tattoos gleaming with the sweat the workout was giving him and began to run faster, trying to get the images out of my mind. I knew I was going to have to do something about the feelings I was having toward him; I just didn't want to do anything about it today. That however would have the risk of sexual frustration turning into something more, something wrong, something I was determined to keep from happening.
When I got back to the room Ryan was still in bed passed out cold. I went into the bathroom and started the shower and went to my suitcase to grab my clothes for the day. I chose my favorite shirt; a black T with Abby from NCIS on it and a pair of short jean shorts. I chose my black rhinestone flip flops; I didn't want to wear heels due to the fact that Todd was only about five foot seven inches and I like being a bit shorter than a man. Being a mere five foot two inches would be a perfect height difference with heels we would be almost the same height.
I stepped into the hot spray of the shower and sighed, my tired muscles thanking me. As I stood there soothing my muscles, my mind began to wander to Todd. I pictured him in the shower across town. I pictured the water running down his tattooed chest and muscled arms. I thought of his long dark hair out of its customary braid, his chocolate brown eyes looking at me expectantly. My hand began to wander down in between my legs to the folds of my cleanly shaved pussy. My index and middle fingers found my clit and I began to rub it gently. Already excited by my thoughts that morning it didn't take me long to feel the warmth beginning to build, my orgasm close at hand. My head fell back as I used my fingers on my pleasure nub, circling faster until the pressure exploded in the wonderful release I needed so badly. My knees buckled when the force of my orgasm hit me. I stayed on the shower floor panting from the intensity I hadn't experienced in a long time. When I stood back up I quickly washed the evidence of my pleasures away, finished my hair and turned off the shower.
