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Double Booked 2

Double Booked 2

by amy_shaw
19 min read
4.82 (30400 views)
adultfiction

This is my entry in the

Summer Lovin' 2024

competition. It's a slow-burn romance, so if you're after something more immediate, or the D/s from my prior stories, you're probably better off looking elsewhere.

As always, many thanks to

TheNyxianLily

for editing and reviewing this story. Also, thanks to

Nellymcboatface

for critiquing my earlier work and pushing me to write something different and enter a competition.

Marie sighed as she looked through her bedroom window at the rain-swept street below. Sat on her bed in the cramped room, were her best friends, Nicole and Beccy.

"It's not that bad," said Nicole. "He was a bit of a dick."

Marie turned from the thrumming sound of rain with teary eyes. "You said you liked him."

Nicole shrugged. "Only because you were going out with him. I never did like him. If you ask me, you're better off on your own."

"I just wanted someone to -- oh, I don't know -- someone to care. Someone who got me. Someone who prefers spending time with me to his damned PlayStation."

Beccy snorted. "So one boy demanded you sleep with him or he wouldn't date you any more? Who cares? You're the hottest girl in school. And a natural platinum blonde too." She rolled her eyes in mock envy. "Get yourself someone better. What about Laurence Saunders?"

Marie shook her head. "I don't want someone else so soon --"

"Laurence?" said Nicole. "Isn't he going out with Audrey?"

Beccy nodded. "Yeah, I think so. Though Marie could totally steal him away. What about Dominic Henderson then?"

Marie held her hands out. "Like I said, I'm not looking --"

Nicole nodded. "Dom's alright. But didn't he and his family move to Scotland? How about Max?"

Beccy laughed. "Ugh. He spits when he talks. It's not the most romantic thing. Imagine." She slid off the bed onto one knee before Marie and mimed opening a ring box. When she spoke, spit flew from her mouth. "Marie, will you marry me? And spend the rest of your life washing your hair after every conversation?"

"I don't want anybody," Marie said. "I won't replace one dickhead with another, and there's nobody that great at school. Besides, I should be revising for my A-Levels, not looking for a new boyfriend. I appreciate the thought, but I don't want you two playing matchmaker. I'll do without any dates for a while."

Beccy sat back. "I'll only promise that, if you promise not to spend your evenings moping about, listening to Adele. We've only got a couple of months of school left. You'll get into a good uni, and that'll be full of older boys. You need to expand your horizons, that's all. The world is bigger than our school. Remember when I dated that boy from St Andrew's?"

Nicole glanced at Marie. "The one who cheated on you?"

"OK, maybe not a great example, but it does show there are plenty more blokes out there beyond our school. All Marie needs to do is keep her eyes open for her soul-mate and not let him go when she meets him."

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"We should go to Spain."

Marie and Nicole were stretching in preparation for their football match, the smell of fresh-cut grass filling the air. They looked up to see Beccy joining them.

"Spain?" said Nicole. "Why do you want to go to Spain?"

Beccy smiled. "Boys, beaches and booze."

Marie straightened up. "You've got a boyfriend already, remember? So does Nicole."

"Yes, but you don't. It's like I said the other day: you need to broaden your horizons. In the clubs in Spain, we'll find the boys from all of Europe."

Nicole laughed. "It sounds crowded."

Beccy said, "Come on, show some more enthusiasm. I got the idea from watching

The Inbetweeners Movie

last night. In the film they go on holiday to Spain after leaving school, looking to meet girls. We should do that. One more bash before adult life swallows us up and spits us back out when we retire."

Marie shook her head. "My mum and dad would never agree. You know how overprotective they can be."

"So tell them you've been revising hard and need a break. Nicole, you see what a good idea this is, don't you?"

"I dunno. Maybe? It does sound fun. But where would we go?"

Nicole smiled. "That's more like it. We'll hire a villa or apartment, just the three of us. Somewhere far too hot and near the beach. We can spend our days tanning, and our evenings at clubs."

"Hang on," said Marie. "If we do go, we should see the sights. There must be museums or churches to visit."

Beccy shook her head. "Holidays are wasted on you."

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Stepping out of the airport, the heat was a looming presence, even as dusk swept over the land.

Beccy marched along the pavement, her luggage a jiggling attendant behind her. "If it's this hot at night, the beach is going to be cooking at lunchtime. We've definitely picked the right place for a holiday."

Struggling to keep up, Marie looked around. "There's a bus to town over there. Or we could get a taxi."

"Taxi," said Nicole beside her. "After being cramped up in that plane for so long, I don't want to get on a bus. What's the address again?"

Stopping to get out her phone, Marie brought up the app.

"Never mind," called Beccy. "I've got it up on my phone. Quick, here's a taxi."

Marie and Nicole broke into a trot to reach the white Prius. As Marie ran, hand luggage in one hand and pulling her case with the other, her phone slipped from her sweaty fingers. Desperately, she tried to catch it, but it slipped away to crashed to the ground with a dull thud, its screen a spider's web of cracks. Pressing the power button left the screen black, and Marie swore.

Nicole stared at it over her shoulder. "Great start to the holiday. Come on, there's nothing you can do about it now. Let's get to the villa."

The taxi was comfortable, with soft, fur-covered seats embracing Marie as she sat in the back, and soft jazz coming from the radio. It smelled of cheap air freshener. Beccy was in the front passenger seat and soon gave the driver directions.

"Beccy," Marie said, "ask him if there's a phone repair shop in town." To Beccy's questioning look, she held up her phone.

Beccy had studied A-Level Spanish, so she did her best at a piecemeal conversation, before turning back to Marie. "He says this is a rural area. Your best bet is to head to the nearest big town, but that's fifty miles away." Marie's heart sank. "No, not fifty miles. Fifty kilometres. What's that: thirty-five miles?"

"It's still too far. Can you message my mum to let her know when we've arrived safely, and tell her she'll need to call your phone if she wants to talk to me."

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She settled back to enjoy the view, with the curving country roads and slumbering villas lit by the westering sun, under a sky of red and burnt orange streaks. After twenty minutes, they reached the villa, a single-story white building with a pool glinting through the gate. The taxi left them with their luggage, and Beccy entered the code to the key safe built into the wall. But when she opened it, an empty space stared back at them.

"No keys!" she said. "We're in the middle of nowhere without a car, and we can't get into the house." She looked around at the darkened land. "Are there wolves in Spain?"

"Don't panic," said Marie. "There are people in the house."

Nicole gazed in at a window. "You're right. I can see a woman walking around. The bloody owners haven't left yet."

Marie pressed the doorbell and stepped back. A forty-something woman in lilac lounge-wear opened the door.

"We're here for the rental," said Marie.

The woman frowned. "What about it?" Marie was surprised her accent was English rather than Spanish.

"Well, uh, can we have the house now?"

The woman stared at her for a moment. "No. Of course not."

It was Marie's turn to go silent for a moment. "But we paid for it."

Another woman, of about the same age, came to the door. "What's going on?"

The first woman said, "They say there's a problem with our booking, and they want the villa back."

Realising the problem, Marie said, "Wait -- you've booked this villa? We have too."

The two women glanced at each other, then one brought out a phone and held it out to show a booking app. "There you go. We've booked this place for the next two weeks."

Beccy stepped forward and showed her own phone. "So have we, but on another app. They've double-booked us."

The women softened. "You'll have to take it up with the company. There're only three beds, and three of us already here, plus my daughter's flying out in a few days."

Beccy whined, "But we've got nowhere to stay."

A third woman came to the door, and Marie was entranced by her long chestnut hair and warm brown eyes. The other two quickly brought her up to speed.

The new woman said, "We've got to let them in. The double booking's not their fault any more than it's ours, and they've got to sleep somewhere, the poor dears. Come in girls." She turned to them. "This is Josie, that's Savannah, and I'm Alice."

Marie introduced herself and her friends as they tramped into the villa, admiring the clean white walls, the spaciousness, the minimalist cream sofas and the inviting pool glistening through a screen door.

Beccy said, "It's a bit warm. Can you turn the air con on?"

The three older women laughed, and Alice said, "It's bust. With that and the double-booking, we won't be leaving a five-star review. OK, there are two keys. Savannah, why don't you give your key to one of the girls?"

Nicole took it and placed it in her purse.

With a yawn, Alice said, "It's getting late, and we need to sort out sleeping arrangements. There are three bedrooms, and each has a double bed."

Savannah opted to move into Josie's room, and Nicole and Beccy agreed to share what had been Savannah's. They started wheeling their luggage in.

Marie looked doubtfully at Alice. "I guess we're sharing, then."

Alice shook her head. "Don't be silly. You don't even know me, so I wouldn't expect you to share a bed with me. I'll take the sofa."

"No, you don't have to do that. I can't throw you out of your own bed."

"It's OK," said Alice. "Besides, it's way too hot to share a bed without air conditioning. I'll grab a sheet, and you can have the bed all to yourself."

⛱️

Marie woke and stretched in her soft bed, enjoying the rasp of the sheets against her naked body. A rapping on the door made her sit up.

"Who is it?"

"It's me, Alice. I wanted to see if you were up. It's gone eleven."

Marie noticed bright sunlight streaming through the blinds.

"Uh, yeah, I'm up." Marie slid out of bed.

The doorknob turned. "Good, because my clothes are still in here."

Marie dived for the bed cover and wrapped it around herself as Alice entered in her silk pyjamas.

"Sorry," said Alice. "I thought you were dressed."

Marie shrugged. "I just woke up. I always sleep in late."

Alice rooted through a drawer, and brought out a yellow sundress and light cardigan. "I'll go change in the bathroom. Your friends left ages ago to visit the beach. They said to meet them there. They also said you'd not wake for a long time."

When Alice left, Marie slipped into a pale blue bikini, slapped on sunblock, then hunted for her phone.

"Are you decent?" came Alice's voice.

Marie told her to enter as she found her phone. She'd forgotten what had happened to it.

Alice looked in another drawer. "I forgot to get shoes." She glanced up at Marie. Did her eyes widen as she noticed Marie in the bikini? "Are you OK?"

Marie showed her phone. "I guess I'm not calling my friends."

"I'll get mine. You can call them on that."

Marie stopped her with a hand on her arm. "I don't know their numbers. I'll stay in the villa rather than walk the beach looking for them."

Alice looked at her for a moment. "You can't stay in on your own on the first day of your holiday. Why don't you come out with us? We're going to get some brunch, and we might see your friends."

Marie put her phone down. "I wouldn't want to be a bother."

Alice smiled, and Marie noticed how it lit up her eyes. "You won't be, I promise. I just hope us old folks aren't too boring for you. And we've got no spare keys, so you wouldn't be able to lock up if you left after us. We've got nowhere on sorting out the bookings yet."

Marie left the villa with the older women. Savannah and Josie walked together, and behind them trailed Marie and Alice, as Marie experienced the sweltering Spanish sun and heat for the first time. Her flip-flops flapped against the cracked concrete walk.

"So, are you at university?" said Alice.

"Hopefully. We just finished school, so I'm waiting for my exam results to see which uni I got into."

"Exciting times. Oh to be eighteen again. What are you going to study?"

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"French and business."

Alice laughed. "So you came to Spain to brush up on your French?"

"This wasn't my first choice of destination. So what do you all do?"

"Savannah's a housewife. Josie's retired, believe it or not, and only forty. I'm a doctor. We all met at university."

The women stopped at a gaudily-painted food stall, above which hung a sign declaring it to be "Mario's".

"We think he's Mario," said Alice, pointing to the portly middle-aged man serving pizzas from the van. "Sometimes there's a younger man, sometimes a woman. We think they're family, and we think they're

all

called Mario. But the pizzas are the best you'll ever eat."

"I thought the best pizzas were made in Italy?"

"That's because you haven't tried one of Mario's."

Marie shook her head. "I'm not hungry."

Alice linked their arms and pulled her forward. "I'm not taking 'no' for an answer. Seriously, you have to try this pizza." Nearer the van, the delicious aroma reminded Marie how long it had been since she'd eaten.

After buying the food, they took seats on hard wooden benches nearby, under the welcome shelter of sun-shades. Marie picked her pizza up from its paper plate and took a bite. The delicate tastes of cheese, tomato and ham thrilled her mouth, while the hot pizza melted in her mouth. She let out a moan, then looked up to see the others staring at her, smiles on their faces.

"I told you," said Alice. "I knew you'd enjoy it."

"I've never eaten anything like this. It's like my taste buds have died and gone to heaven."

After their meal, they strolled further along the beach.

"No sign of your friends," said Josie.

"Don't worry," said Alice. "You're welcome to hang out with us some more. What's the plan for today, ladies? There are some caves near here. The guides say --"

"No caves," said Savannah.

Alice kicked a stone off the path. "You two never give a good answer when we discuss what to do."

"The plan," said Josie, "is to lie on the beach, drink cocktails, and stare at the bodies on display."

Alice's head dropped. "You're married."

Josie shrugged. "I said I'd look, not touch. Don't worry, I'm sure there'll be a few beautiful ladies too. Perhaps one would like to meet a nice doctor."

Alice sighed. "I told you, I'm not looking for anyone."

An uncomfortable silence settled between them, and Marie looked at Alice in a new light.

"I'd like to see the caves," said Marie. "I'm not much of one for beaches."

Alice smiled, "You see, that's what a good answer sounds like."

Josie shook her head. "Why did you two come out here if you don't enjoy spending your days on the beach? We'll see you back at the villa. Come find us when you've enjoyed your afternoon in the cold and damp."

The caves were set back from the beach, and it was a long walk to reach them. Only a small group entered; apparently, most people agreed the beach was the real attraction. Inside, it was cool and dark. Marie stared in open-mouthed wonder at the enormous arches of rock above their heads, but soon began to shiver out of the day's heat. Alice's hands pressed on her shoulders, and Marie realised she'd wrapped her cardigan around her.

"I couldn't have you be cold. And you didn't know to dress more warmly."

A guide led them deeper and deeper into the complex. At one point, they came to a large step, and Alice clambered up first, before offering Marie her hand. After being pulled up, neither of them let go, and they held hands as they listened to the guide talk about how old the caves were, and how they had been formed over the course of time. It felt the natural thing to do, and Marie enjoyed the soft yet warm touch.

Eventually, they finished their tour, and emerged into the bright sunlight and heat, which was a furnace after the cool caverns. As they strolled back along the sea-front, Marie heard her name called, and looked over her shoulder to see Nicole and Beccy. Instinctively, she let go of Alice's hand as the other two ran up. Feeling bad about it, she reached for it again, but Alice had crossed her arms.

⛱️

Back at the villa, they found Savannah and Josie relaxing around the pool. They ordered a Chinese meal, which was delivered on a puttering moped, and was swimming in grease. Marie sat between Nicole and Beccy while they ate, but she found her gaze constantly drifting to Alice.

When bedtime came around, Alice gathered the sheet to sleep on the sofa again, but Marie stopped her with a hand on her arm.

"You're no longer a stranger, and I wouldn't want you to keep sleeping on the sofa. Share the bed with me; I promise I don't snore."

Alice smiled. "Are you sure? Especially after what you learned about me today?"

"I trust you. And you know I'm straight, so you won't get the wrong idea."

Marie settled on some light and loose cotton pyjamas. She changed in the bathroom, then slipped into the bed. Alice changed in the bathroom too, coming out in a loose nightgown, then joined Marie.

After a moment, Marie said, "I enjoyed myself today. The beach wouldn't have been half as interesting. Thank you."

"No, thank you," said Alice. "I had much the same problem with the sun worshippers I came with. Maybe we could do something similar another day."

"I'd like that. It's a shame you're not a boy; we get on so well."

"I hope you don't invite boys into your bed a day after meeting them."

Marie laughed. "No, I've never done that. I don't just mean after a day, I mean at all. Nicole and Beccy have been suggesting I break that duck on this holiday, but when I do, it'll be with someone I care about. And someone who cares about me. There's got to be more to it than physical attraction."

"You're wise beyond your years. I wish I'd had a head like yours on my shoulders when I was your age. Looks were all I cared about back then. But not anymore."

"I'm not saying looks don't matter. A hot boy is still a hot boy. I'm sure you must get a lot of attention from women, being so attractive."

The bed rocked, and Marie guessed Alice had rolled onto her side. Her breath was cool on Marie's face.

"Are you saying you find me attractive, Marie?"

"No, I'm saying you're pretty, and attractive to people who like women. Not me."

Alice laughed. "OK. But since we're discussing each other's looks, to my eyes, you're painfully beautiful."

Marie snorted. "Painfully?"

"Painfully. I've never seen a woman as gorgeous as you before. When we're apart, I find myself doubting my memory; nobody could be as stunning as I remember you. And then when I see you again, I realise my memory didn't do you justice."

They were silent for a moment, and Alice said, "I hope I haven't made it weird, saying that. I promise I won't do anything; you're far too young. And you've made it clear that you're not into women"

"No," said Marie. "But that's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me."

⛱️

Marie's dreams were of a shadowy man, whose face she never quite saw. But somehow, with dream logic, she knew he was handsome, and more experienced than her. He took her on fancy dates, before they went back to his room. On waking during the night, she found herself cuddling Alice. She extricated herself, careful not to wake her, their bodies stuck together with dried sweat. The same thing happened twice more. She was relieved to finally wake alone with the sun up.

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