It was what they had both feared would happen.
She had mentioned to him before they left. The people in her homeland were different than in America. They were very sexual. Very aggressive, yet very seductive. When Mari became separated from Craig neither of them were too surprised. Just recently they had declared their relationship to be sexually open. But despite their willingness, the situation threw them both into a flurry of confusion, leaving Craig stuck at the bar while Mari was pulled into the crowd. Her heart rushed and her blood pumped as she was forced past the many bodies of partying islanders.
Before long, she had broken free of the crowd, and she saw the face that belonged to the hand that had pulled her away. She smiled when she saw that it was Palo. Before leaving the island, Palo and she had been best friends. Of course, they were only 10, but upon Craig and her arrival, she immediately reconnected with the very handsome young man. He was a wealthy, well-respected bachelor – the entire island viewed him as a role model. Her local family members considered him to be her soul mate. Although she was trying to keep her commitment with Craig serious, she couldn't help but entertain her family's thoughts. Her relationship had been dwindling for weeks, hence their agreement. Though in her heart she considered herself true to her boyfriend, the heat between her legs was strong enough to put their relationship to the test. To make herself feel better, she pictured Craig with some of the beautiful island girls.
Palo led Mari to his luscious bedroom, hinting to where their evening was leading. He stayed silent, wasting no time with words as he removed his shirt before her. He had the body of a god. Her eyes moved to his crotch, which was still covered by his khakis. She twisted inside at the thought of him being inside her. Before he removed them, he moved toward her. She could still hear the faint sound of the party outside. They knew she was here with him. She imagined their cheers as cheers of joy for her sexual union with her soul mate. She smiled to herself cleverly. Maybe Palo was her sexual soul mate. His soft hands brushed against her tender skin, pulling the straps of her dress to her sides. It fell with ease, revealing her naked body to him. He snickered with awe, staring at her. She had always been proud of her body. Like him, she was an islander goddess, and she stood out among the American girls that typically surrounded her. Because of her beauty, she couldn't help but wonder if Palo's body would rival hers. Or his sexuality. She had always been a very sexual girl, which was why when she had lost her sexual appetite with Craig, she became extremely frustrated. She needed something new. Possibly something a little closer to home.