Something felt strange about the whole event that I couldn't put my finger on but figured that the smartest thing to do was to let it go. It blurred our boundaries in a way I had no idea how to define, and that feeling persisted throughout our spa time and into the evening. Paula and I both wore slightly daring cocktail dresses, and the evening was in full swing when we arrived. Techno music was reverberating throughout the dance floor, and as we had before, we picked a table just outside the area where couples and single people were practically writhing to the music.
Because of the noise level, I leaned over to speak right into her ear and fumbled around with a place to rest my left hand so I wouldn't fall over. Trying to grip the side of her wrought iron chair, I missed the mark and landed on her hip, almost grabbing her ass in the process. Maybe more than almost, but something short of a full-on grope, and I heard Paula let out a gasp, one that was more than surprise and less than something sexual.
"Um sorry, I was trying to grab the chair and missed," I said stupidly, unsure of what to say and if it bothered her or not.
Paula giggled like a schoolgirl for a few moments. "Hey, it's your MO in Mexico, giving your straight best friend an ass grope," she said playfully, eyes still perusing the dance floor.
"Fair point, I was just going to ask what you wanted to dr--" I started.
"Margaritas, baby, you know what I like."
Freeing my hand from its awkward location, I patted her on the shoulder and stood to my feet to make my way to the bar, which was surprisingly less crowded than I expected. Sierra, in yet another multicolored but revealing outfit, caught sight of me and dropped a drink in front of a customer before making a beeline to me.
"Oh, my favorite Latina sista!" she said, licking her lips in an aggregate fashion.
"Hi chica, glad to be appreciated!"
"What do you and the hottie want tonight?" Sierra said with a wink and a smile.
"Well those beach drinks were a huge hit, how about some of those?" I said, slapping her hand and sticking her tongue out. Whether it was playfulness or a sexual gesture, I wasn't completely sure.
"Coming right up!" she said as she set to work.
Watching absentmindedly, my eyes traced over her gorgeous form, bringing back memories of our passionate encounter out behind the bungalow I shared with Paula. While the recollection was positively delicious, what had just happened with my accidental grab seemed infinitely more erotic and sensual. My sexuality washing over hers, a gentle incursion that made our own tastes bleed into one another for a moment. The intensity of it made me shiver despite the warm evening air, but since no one noticed, my thoughts were my own and I didn't have to explain it to anyone.
"I asked your would-be predator for more illegal strength drinks so I hope you're thirsty!" I said as I sat one in front of her, making her break into a smile.
"Oh, that is
very
yummy!" Paula said, leaning back in her chair a bit. She gulped down a generous swallow and let her lips make a loud smacking sound.
"Whoa, don't overdo it or I will have to hold your hair as you puke!" I said, half serious. Truthfully, drunk Paula had proved to be pretty fun-loving on this trip, reminding me of earlier times we went together. After one quarter into the margarita, I watched as the alcohol began to hit her. The fruitiness of the drink masked how strong it truly was.
Better watch out
, I joked to myself, starting to feel no pain as well.
"I just fucking love how easy just having fun with you is, Carli," Paula said, her voice not slurring but clearly relaxed. I could tell her inhibitions were lessening, because she rarely swore that way.
Right then I felt the urge to lean in and whisper in her ear and let my hand slip back to that same spot, but this time on purpose. "Well, loosening you up can be a challenge sometimes, Pauls. But I am up to the challenge!" I said, chuckling, trying to behave myself.
Paula sat up straight and took a much more measured sip of her drink. "Yeah, yeah, but you do it in a playful way which I just love," she said, making eye contact for a few moments.
I knew what she meant, at least in concept, because I faux-flirted and teased her often, not to mention nudging her into letting loose some of the times we were out on the town. I had gone a little too far now and then but it never once upset her, which just indicated how close we were. Not thinking, I blurted out, "Even when I grab your ass?"
Shit, that was too much, I am getting into trouble
, I silently scolded myself.
Paula giggled for a moment or two before responding. "Well what's a little ass grab between friends?" she quipped, drinking enough of her margarita that it was nearly halfway gone now.
"Um....ok?" I stammered, not knowing what to say to that, not sure if it was a joke or a veiled invitation. My body had other ideas, and as if by its own willpower, my hand found her hip again.
Paula sighed contentedly in the same way she did when I gave her a foot rub or something similar. Emboldened by her seeming approval, my hand deliberately off her hip and squarely on her left rear cheek, gently caressing it with my thumb and finger.
Oh damn this feels so nice
, I thought as I gave in to the desire to continue.
"Mmmm you really do have a very soft touch," she said, whispering as she let out the breath from her lungs.
Acting purely on instinct, I scooted the chair closer and put my lips at her ear. "As a straight girl, I didn't think you ever noticed," I said with a purr, feeling dangerous at that moment. It felt like the boundaries between us had been melting away for some time, as evidenced by the kiss in the reflection pool.
Paula's eyes stayed closed, a dreamy look all over her face. "I didn't...much...until that night...you made me...cum in the hot tub," she said, almost gasping.
I tried not to giggle, noting that some part of me had hoped that would leave an impression, but delighted at how much. "But hun, I didn't do anything, it was that jet. Not me." I replied, letting my lips graze her ear.
Paula brought her head level, which made me pull back a bit, even though our faces were still quite close. "Yes you did, you held me and I could feel your skin on my back. It was the most intimate moment in my life," she responded as quietly as the noise level would allow her to.
I was dumbfounded. I had secretly hoped that the moment would have made an impression on her in some way, but this was something much more profound. I willed myself not to lick my lips, but our eyes were locked, so I barely noticed how flushed her face was. A big part of me still wanted to respect the boundaries we had always observed, but the other part of me wanted to tear them down with my own hands. "Do you think about that moment a lot?" I asked, trying to navigate between the two extremes of what I was feeling.
"Yes..."
"And what do you remember?" I asked, wading into obvious temptation.
