In order to understand the characters, you should probably read chapter one first. Aside from that, if you haven't read the any of the other stories, don't worry; you can enjoy this without reading them first.
If you've read any of the others and enjoyed them, thank you. In case you haven't, the main thing you need to know is that Elise is a rather naive, sexually free woman who's madly in love with her boyfriend, Kevin. Unfortunately, due to frequent miscommunication, she mistakenly believes that Kevin is okay with her exposing herself and occasionally going further with others.
As with my other Elise stories, there are elements of cheating. If that offends you this probably isn't the story for you.
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Life with Elise is always unpredictable, and tonight was no different. First, her bikini top broke while playing in the pool, then she somehow lost the bottoms while teasing the guys in the hot tub. Now she was only left with a small towel to cover herself as we left the pool to head back to our rooms.
"Hey Elise," Shawn said with a big grin and pointing to a sign. "No breaking the rules."
There was a sign by the door that read: "Do not remove towels from the pool area."
Elise looked at me and shrugged. "Rules are rules," she said, a little too cheerfully for my liking.
Before I had a chance to respond, Elise dropped her towel and sprinted naked down the hall.
"You better go catch her," Emily laughed.
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It had been over half an hour since Elise streaked down the hall and I had spent that entire time wandering around the resort looking for her, unfortunately with absolutely no luck.
First, I ran to our room, assuming that's where she'd be going, but she wasn't there when I arrived. She didn't seem to be anywhere along the way either.
We all decided to split up to search for her. Shawn, Matt and Emily went one way. Brad and Joe went another and I retraced my steps back to the pool to see if she returned there. I had hoped that splitting up would increase the odds of finding her, but so far, it's been fruitless. In fact, I haven't seen anyone for a while now. It's like everyone vanished.
I pulled out my phone and looked at the screen, we agreed that we'd all text or call each other as soon as someone had some news.
"Damn it," I muttered. My phone showed no cell connection.
I rebooted it hoping that would fix the issue. Sure enough, once it started back up a bunch of texts came pouring in. According to what I was reading, Elise was back in our room, safe and sound, with our friends.
As I made my way back to the room I was angry with myself for not checking my phone earlier and wondered how long I had wasted looking around, but I was mostly just relieved she was okay.
I got to our room and let myself in. Sure enough, Elise was there with a few of our friends sitting around and watching TV.
Shawn was stretched out on the couch, balancing a beer on his belly, while Joe was relaxing on the floor. Brad was sitting in the large chair with Elise curled up on his lap.
Although I didn't like where she was sitting, I was somewhat happy to see Elise at least had some clothes on. Well just barely. She was wearing a short, pink, silky, kimono style robe that I hadn't seen before. Of course, she hadn't bothered to tie up the belt, so the robe was hanging loose, just barely covering her.
"Kevin!" Elise exclaimed as I joined them.
She hopped off Brad's lap, her robe flying open, and bounded over to me as I entered the room.
"What took you so long? I was starting to get worried about you," Elise asked as she squeezed me in a bear hug.
"Phone crapped out," I sighed. "I didn't get your texts until now."
"We really need to get you a new one, but at least you're here now," she said as she let me go.
"Is this new?" I asked as I closed her robe and tied the belt. It felt like closing the barn doors after the horses had already escaped, but it was something.
"Yep," she said with a wide grin. "Do you like it? It's from our new spring collection. I wanted to give you a sexy surprise."
The company she worked for sold clothing lines to various retail stores, mostly swim and workout wear but according to Elise they've been moving into lingerie as well.
Elise stepped back from me and did a twirl so I could see her from all sides. She looked really good.
"You look amazing," I said admiring her in the cute robe. It's impossible to get tired of looking at my girl.
"Thanks," Elise smiled, adjusting the belt and smoothing down the front. "I had it tied up, but the guys said it would be way sexier open. So I left it like that for you."
I can always count on the guys for giving Elise advice to show skin.
Elise leaned in and whispered in my ear. "I think it made them really jealous knowing I was dressing up all sexy just for you."
"Well you look great," I said. "But I think would have preferred see you not on Brad's lap."
"I'm sorry baby," she said lightly touching my chest. "It probably looked worse than it really was. But there was nowhere else to sit and there was hardly any touching. You know you don't need to worry about other guys, you're the only one for me. I know I sometimes tease a little too much, but I only have sex with you."
Her words would be more reassuring if she didn't have such an oddly specific definition of sex.
Ever since I've know her she's always insisted handjobs or blowjobs don't count as sex. I disagree but I understood her point of view. If a girl jerked me off I wouldn't claim I had sex with her. Elise also determined that anal didn't count as sex either since "sex is for making babies and you can't make babies that way." I most definitely disagreed with anal not counting as sex, but there was no convincing her. As far as Elise was concerned, sex was only penis in vagina.
Her definition seemed to get even more specific lately. We were having a debate about one of her friends that was sleeping around. Elise insisted it was okay and the friend wasn't actually having sex since she always insisted on a condom. The idea being since there technically wasn't skin to skin contact it wasn't sex.
"What if the condom broke?" I asked. "Or slipped off?"
"Maybe," she said. "But that would be more of an accident and accidents shouldn't count as sex. You can't have accidental sex."
"So, if you're fooling around with a guy, and he 'accidentally' slips inside you it's not sex?" I asked.
"Not really," she replied. "You have to mean to have sex. Let's say a guy and girl are naked together in the tub. Like we do sometimes. And let's say the girl climbs on top of the guy to tease him and he goes up inside her. That's an accident until they both decide they want the penis to stay where it is. Then it can become sex after enough time has passed."
"Enough time?"
"Yeah, maybe, I don't know... five, ten minutes?" Elise pondered. "That's probably long enough for the couple to decide if it's an accident and if they want to keep doing it. It wouldn't really be sex before that. It would still be an accident."
"That doesn't make any sense," I replied. I had a hard time believing you could accidentally fuck someone for ten minutes.
"The guy might be embarrassed that he accidentally went inside me," she explained. "So I wouldn't want to make him feel bad. We'd probably just stay like that for a little while then stop when it was no longer awkward and before it became sex."
"So, what if he cums before ten minutes is up? Isn't cumming inside you sex?" I asked trying to show her how ridiculous her argument was.
"It's a bit of a grey area," Elise admitted. "I know some guys can't last as long as you. It might depend on intent or how much he squirted."
"What!?"