Two Ticets to Paradissime

For once, Veronica woke me up. I hadn't opened my eyes yet, but V's voice was sharp and surprisingly cheerful, given how we had ended things last night.

"Wake up, sleepyhead!" her voice rang out. "It's already almost lunch time. Did you not sleep well?"

"Umm," I kept my eyes closed but yawned and stretched. "Honestly, not really. I don't know, I guess I was just stressed."

"Aw, I'm sorry about that," V lamented. "Is it because I was such a bitch?"

"No! I wouldn't say-"

"I know you wouldn't, but I kinda was: getting mad at you for something I told you to do, being selfish and possessive when all I've done is tease you all week, all that. Well don't worry, I slept on it and I'm feeling much better this morning. I'm sorry, truly. Can you forgive me?"

"Of c-"

"Hold that thought because I've got a surprise for you today. It was supposed to be a surprise for... well, it's a surprise for you now! I think it'll make you forgive me. But first, let's eat!"

"What?" I finally opened my eyes. There was a whole spread of fruit and sandwiches in our room. "Where did all this come from?"

"From Angélique, of course!" Veronica explained as if it were obvious (which I suppose it was). "I called her about an hour ago to bring us lunch. When she delivered the food, I apologized and made up with her, so two birds."

"You answered the door naked?" I asked.

"Are you still sleeping?" Veronica teased. "Yes! I've been topless all week and I hardly think Angélique cared I was fully naked today. I assure you, she has seen plenty of naked women before."

"Right, right, that makes sense." I sat up as V brought me a sandwich and a shot of rum. "First thing in the morning?" I asked and then took the shot with blind trust for whatever V had planned.

"A, I already told you that it's not morning; it's lunch time. B, I think the rum might help us relax for this afternoon's surprise. I took one shot before I woke you and I actually think I might take another in a minute."

We ate and enjoyed each other's company, like we often had before when loosened by a drink or two. It was as if yesterday hadn't happened. Still, I felt I should bring it up.

"So.... You made up with Angélique. You got me brunch in bed to make up with me-"

"Oh no," Veronica interrupted. "Brunch is bonus. The real making up is coming shortly."

"Ok," I chewed thoughtfully. "But my point remains. And now my question, do you have any plans to make up with Mar-"

Veronica held up a hand. "Uh uh. I'm not ready for that yet. Don't even say her name. I may have found her bikini bottoms in the room this morning. And I may have thrown them off the balcony into the vegetation. Maybe."

I understood, so I didn't say or ask anything further.

About an hour after we finished eating, there was a knock at the door.

"That's it!" V exclaimed nervously. "The surprise! I'm glad I took those two shots..." She got up and answered the door, still nude.

As V stepped aside, two women entered. They were both dressed in the island uniform of a fabric skirt and a lei. The first one was about 5'7", with 36B boobs, which were mostly exposed by the lei that only covered her dark nipples. She looked like Nathalie Emmanuel, but with gorgeous blue eyes. She was carrying what looked like a folding table in each hand. The second was about 5'0", with 34B boobs. She looked like Janelle Monae, but with the same gorgeous blue eyes. She was pushing a small cart ahead of her.

"Good afternoon," the taller one acknowledged us. "My name is Noémie. This is my sister Norah. We will be conducting your massages."

"Every product we use is made with the local water," Norah explained. "Oils, teas, even the incense is made from plants that have subsisted on the groundwater."

"Here, please, have some tea." Noémie began to pour some tea from a thermos that she had produced from I don't know where.

"Drink it, smell it, feel it rubbed into your skin. Let it consume you, while you consume it, and we can guarantee this will be the best massage you've ever had," Norah finished.

"I like the sound of that!" V enthused.

The women nodded professionally and then got to work.

Noémie confidently approached the window and began setting up her tables

Meanwhile, Norah was unpacking her cart. "What scent of incense would you prefer?" she asked.

"Do you have something with lavender?" Veronica asked.

Norah nodded. "And the same for the oil?"

"That would be lovely," Veronica answered.

When the tables were secure, Noémie beckoned me toward hers, and pointed V toward Norah's. I had never had a massage and did not expect to enjoy it, but of course I would go along with any activity V had planned. I settled onto the table, laying on my stomach to begin.

Noémie's hands were soft, but her touch was firm. Her fingers dug into my neck and my shoulders - the pressure was almost painful but the release was euphoric. She progressed down my back, making slower and wider circles on each pass. I shouldn't have been so surprised, at this point, that she massaged my butt cheeks directly, or that she focused on them for so long.

It felt good.

Surprisingly good.

Too good.

I felt my cock start to harden against the cushioned table. This was now the opposite of relaxing, as I worried about developing an embarrassing erection. I was pretty sure that was frowned upon, even during a naked massage. Even when Noémie moved on from my butt and worked her way down my legs, my erection unfortunately did not subside. She applied more oil to her hands as she started on a dedicated foot massage.

"That brings us to the end of part one," Norah announced. "Please flip over, so we may begin part two."

Uh oh. This is the moment I had been dreading. Flipping over would mean exposing the severity of my erection to the room.

"Did you fall asleep, C?" Veronica asked with a giggle. "Time to flip over!"

Well, here goes. I rotated on the massage table, from my stomach, to my right shoulder, to my back, hoping the extra two seconds facing away from Veronica would delay the inevitable. Of course, those two seconds were never going to be enough for my hard on to soften, especially when our masseuses both removed their leis as we settled onto our backs. Without even a towel to cover myself, my cock reached a full ninety degree angle careening toward the ceiling.

Again, I should have expected this by now. But I was surprised to find that nobody, not even Veronica, commented on my erection. I suppose Noémie and Norah were used to seeing such things from their clients. Well, with apparent amnesty, I turned my head toward Veronica. I loved the way her perky breasts thrust upward, in bold defiance of gravity. Her nipples were particularly hard and pointy at the moment, and I found myself wondering whether Veronica was enjoying her massage as much as I was.

In no time at all, Noémie had completed the journey back up my legs and was approaching my chest. As she rubbed oil into my pecs, she appraised, "You seem so tense. Is there anything I can do to help with that?"

Staring at her exposed tits, now swinging tantalizingly above my face, I couldn't help but hear innuendo in her offer. Still trying to be respectful, I spluttered an apology and assured her that I was fine, albeit new to massages. Noémie smiled knowingly.

Veronica ended up speaking to me next. "It's okay, Carlos. Let yourself go. Relax and enjoy this. Remember what Princess Adeline said? The customs here are more lax than we're used to."

"I know..." I responded. "But remember what we talked about last night? I'm trying to be respectful."

"Remember what we talked about this morning?" V countered. "I'm sorry and I'm gonna be less jealous. I promise. Besides, this is different. These women are not trying to steal you from me, like that beach bitch was. Feel free to enjoy this - all of this. I know I will."

"Does that mean you're ready for part 3?" Norah inquired.

"Hmmm, yes please!" Veronica enthused.

"What's part- oh." Noémie's hand wrapped around the base of my cock. Her hands were soft but her grip was firm. She stroked me up and down slowly. I could tell her expert touch would easily make me cum quickly.

V's moans drew my attention. I turned my head and saw her beautiful body arching toward the ceiling. Norah had one hand receiving V's proffered breast, cupping the soft flesh, while her thumb and index finger wrapped around V's nipple. Norah had her other hand working V's sex. From what I could see, Norah had her middle two fingers planted deep in V's pussy, while her thumb swiped back and forth across V's clit. Meanwhile, V was using one hand to pinch her other nipple, while her other hand was gripping Norah's ass for stability.

"Ooooooh," Veronica squealed. "Just like that! Oh fuck, I've never felt anything like this before. Norah, your hands are- Norah- Norah- Nor- ooooooh, mmmmmmmm." She exhaled slowly and deeply. The sounds coming from Veronica's table devolved into inarticulate moans.

Noémie stroked me faster. The heightened pleasure forced me to close my eyes. I tried to hold back from cumming for as long as I could. I found myself holding my breath.

I heard V release a particularly erotic gasp. I opened my eyes and saw that Norah was now eating out my lifelong crush. The sight finally pushed me over the edge immediately. My cum fired into the air in forceful bursts, raining back down on Noémie's hands, my abs, and my thighs. I reflexively humped the air as Noémie continued to jack me off throughout my ejaculation.

Moments later, I heard V scream as a powerful orgasm overtook her as well. Her legs shook, her pelvis ground itself at Norah's face, her arms flailed around searching for an anchor against the waves of pleasure crashing over her. V seemed to feel the impact of multiple consecutive orgasms, or else one incredibly large one, as her screaming and convulsing went on for 2 or 3 minutes.

When Norah finally released her, V slumped down onto the table, her head turned toward mine. She was breathing heavily and her eyes were unfocused. Eventually, she made eye contact with me and blushed.

"I've never cum that hard before," she admitted. "That was incredible. Norah..." V held her eye contact with me. "Norah, whatever you did to me... wow. Did I scream?"

"Oh yeah," I told her. "You screamed a lot."

"I did??"

"I think they probably heard you in the next hut over," I teased her.

"Oh my GOD," V blushed even harder. "Well, it was worth it though."

"If you would like to go clean each other up, we can pack and leave quietly. Alternatively, Norah can join you while I clean up?" Noémie offered.

"No no, this was plenty," Veronica answered. "Thank you so much! I wanna take my husband to the shower alone now!"

At that suggestion, I jumped to my feet next to the table. V wrapped her hand around my sticky penis, and pulled me toward the ensuite bathroom.

"Come on lover," she said, giggling as she led me across the room.

V leaned halfway into the shower while she tested the water. I stood behind her, deliriously happy and staring at her ass. This trip was making my dreams - my fantasies - come true, and faster than I could've believed.

Satisfied with the temperature, V stepped fully under the spray. She stretched her arms high above her head and then bent left and right. I watched her body move. I watched thick drops of water slide down in rivulets over her flushed breasts. I watched her playfully beckon me to join her.

When I first entered the shower, V stepped to me and wrapped her arms around me in a tight embrace. She laid her face on my pecs and hugged me for a long time. Her nipples distinctly poked me, and given how hot she'd made this shower, I could only conclude her body was still very turned on.

"Thank you," she said warmly. "Thank you for being here with me. Thank you for supporting me the way you do. And thank you for being part of these new experiences with me."

"Thank you," I said right back. "I am loving every part of this vacation. I love getting to spend this time with you. I love getting to experience these new things with you. I love watching you experience these new things." I felt V smirk against me. "I- I love you." I confessed.

V let that statement hang in the air for a moment. "I love you too, you know I do," she finally said. I felt a little rejected because I could tell she only meant she loved me as a friend.

"So..." I changed the subject before we could get any deeper into our feelings and before V could reiterate my friendzone. "How much of that had you planned?"

Veronica stepped back from me and grabbed the body wash. "I may have known that something sexual might happen." V began lathering my body. "Honestly, I knew we'd be getting happy endings, but I thought it would be hands only. Norah's mouth was a very welcome surprise!" she finished excitedly.

"Some of us did get hands only," I reminded her.

V put on a voice thick with fake empathy, "Aw, poor penis. Didn't get any oral." She stroked my semi-hard cock as she spoke to it. "Maybe next time."

"I'm guessing that was the first time a woman has ever gone down on you?" I inquired.

"That was the first time ANYONE has gone down on me!" V confirmed. "My ex and I did hand stuff and he made me blow him a few times, on his birthday or whatever. But he refused to return the favor, and he never managed to make me cum with his fingers. As a matter of fact, Norah is the first person to ever make me cum, besides myself." V was very candid. "Aw, she was my first. I will remember her fondly."

"We'll have to get her business card, you know, for your scrapbook," I joked.

Veronica laughed, "Baby's first cunnilingus. That's what we'll title the page. Anyway I think I've cleaned you up enough. Do me now!"

I gladly began rubbing V's body down. At this point in our adventure, I felt no qualms about touching every square inch of her body. While I worked, V began humming a happy tune. It made me happy to see her so happy.

***

A few hours later, we were at the beachfront restaurant again. Looking to my right, I saw long stretches of sand and water. Looking to my left, I saw the tropical forest and a small lake, close enough to dip our toes in if we walked to the edge of the seating area.

V was having a glass of wine. I was having a cocktail made with that local rum Marilyn had introduced me to. As usual, I couldn't take my eyes off my date for the evening. V was wearing a light, thin sundress, and I knew first hand that she wore lacy black and green lingerie underneath. I noticed that V's eyes were wandering more than mine, as she seemed to have a newfound appreciation for our topless waitress.

Splashing caught my eye, and I noticed for the first time that the fish in that lake were massive. I again couldn't help but theorize on the conditions that would allow the fish to continue growing to that incredible size. I mentioned my observation to V.

"The fish here are humongous," I pointed out. "They must be well-fed and have no natural predators."

"Funny, I was just thinking the same thing about our waitress's tits," V said without looking at me. "They're humongous, probably well-fed, but if she's not careful, I'm gonna take a bite of them myself."

I shook my head, laughing softly at this wild girl, my best friend, who I feel like I hardly knew before the trip began.

As we finished dinner, our waitress brought us each another drink for the road. We set out on a sunset stroll along the sand.

This island was really beautiful. The tranquility of the sparsely populated beach, with the red sun sinking over the horizon, as the waves lapped gently against the shore... it all stood in such stark juxtaposition to the wild sexual adventure Veronica and I were on, and the even more debaucherous potential that I knew was happening in other suites. I still couldn't believe Veronica had wanted me to join her on this vacation, or that she wanted me to join her in skinny dipping, the shower, happy ending massages, and all the other ways she had stretched out of her comfort zone. It was a dream come true for me, or it would be, if this were our actual honeymoon and not just a lie to retain honeymoon perks at the resort.

The sun finished setting while Veronica and I walked along the beach, quietly enjoying each other's company. We were each lost in our own thoughts, as the stars rose to replace the sun. Without the haze of city lights, the night sky here was so clear and beautiful.

"C..." Veronica started tentatively. "Why did you come on this trip with me?"

I was confused. "Because, well, because you asked me to."

"But you were supposed to be visiting your family and your other old friends at home," she stated plainly.

"Sure, but, you asked me to come here with you. And, well, I wanted to," I explained.

"Why did you want to?" she asked.

"Why wouldn't I? You're my- my best friend," I faltered. "And you were inviting me to this beautiful island with you."

"Best friend. Right." She took a deep breath.

"Why did you invite me?" I inquired.

"Because you're my- my best friend. No, you're more than that. You're my favorite person. I needed you to come with me because I couldn't stand the thought of being here alone... Because, honeymoon aside, I felt like I needed your support more than anyone else's to help me be free... and because, well, I don't know. I guess I wanted to see what you'd do. I wanted to see how you'd... react to this island."

"You wanted to tease me, like you always do," I smirked at her.

"I don't always- well, I didn't want to- well, maybe. I don't know what I wanted. I do like to see you squirm when I give you a flirty look, or touch your chest, or say something with an innuendo. And I guess I knew that if you came with me here, of all places, then I could really see you squirm. But, I think there was more to it than that. Don't you feel something more?"

"I do..." I started cautiously. I measured my words carefully before continuing. "V, I do feel something more. I should be so frustrated and embarrassed with the way you make me squirm. But I'm not. I welcome it. I like when you tease me because, well, because I like you. I've always liked you. And if all I can get is some teasing, then I'll take it. This trip has shown me sides of you, figuratively and literally, that I haven't seen before, and they've only made me like you more. I came on this trip because you asked me to and because I knew you were going to a beautiful island. But honestly, if you'd asked me to go with you to the Gates of Mordor, I would have, just for the chance to spend more time with you. Agreeing to come here wasn't the selfless, supportive offer I'd like to pretend it was. It was also selfish because I was jealous you were going on a honeymoon with some other asshole, and I wanted you to be going on a honeymoon with- well, with this asshole."

"You like me?" V asked demurely.

I took a deep breath. "Yes, V, I like you."

"You think I'm pretty?"

"I think you're gorgeous. I think you're hot. And I think you're amazing." I told her truthfully.

"I guess I knew that. Er, that you thought that." V paused. I held my breath, anxiously awaiting what she'd say next. "C... I like you too. I think I've always liked you... more than I thought I did. But you're also my best friend, and I'm scared to risk that. I don't want to have just some sort of rebound fling with you, and have that ruin our friendship. But I also don't wanna let this moment pass us by."

"Well, we don't have to do everything all at once. Maybe we can just see how the rest of this vacation plays out?" I suggested.

V looked at me and pulled me into another of our increasingly frequent, intimate hugs. I took a chance and kissed her cheek. Then I took a bolder chance and kissed her neck, and then again lower on her neck. As I neared her clavicle, she shivered abruptly.