"Did you have as much sand in your snatch, as I did?" Sami asked as she walked into the kitchen, toweling her hair dry, her tall, fine-looking body, as naked as the day she was born.
Damn! She looks so fucking good, naked.
She was referring to our make-out session on the beach, last night, after we returned from Lahaina.
"No, I kept my butt on the mats and towels, like I kept telling you to do, dumb-ass!" laughing as I said it.
"Yeah, well, you should have tried harder to make me understand about making out on the beach, about the 'dangers'," she said in a mock-accusatory tone of voice.
"Wouldn't have matter, girlfriend, you were so damned anxious to get your mouth on my puss," I replied, smiling at her.
She paused her hair-toweling for a moment, as if thinking about what I said, then laughing, she said, "Yeah, I guess I was, wasn't I; well, it's still your fault for having such a delicious honey-pot, bitch!"
"And I mean that in a good way, sweetie," she laughingly said, heading back to finish her hair-drying.
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What a day on the links for the both of us!
Anita had Sami really hitting well during her lesson; I watched a while, really admiring Sami's ability to 'get it' with less instruction than I require. After the lesson was over, we played eighteen holes of really good golf.
I finished at three over par, and Sami scored a ninety, which thrilled her to death. She was at double-bogey when we left Louisiana and had only two lessons with Anita. That's huge! If you're a golfer, that is.
Anita joined us for lunch at the Grill, very forthcoming with praise for Sami's 'natural swing' and quick up-take with instructions.
Sami was proud, as well as she should be.
Back to the condo for a nap; strange, I can nap when on vacation, but not when I'm at home. Need to think about for a bit.
Anyway, we showered off the sweat from golfing and hit the bed for a delightful afternoon siesta, setting the alarm for three-thirty.
After all, we had some serious research planned for the evening.
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"You're sure about driving to pick up the girls," I asked Sami one more time.
We had decided that I'd start the coals in the cooker, getting the grill good and hot for our planned meal of 'Shrimp on the Barbie' for the evening.
"Lynn, I can drive, okay? Just go and tell the GPS thingy where to take me, and how to get me back, okay?"
I programmed the caddie's GPS unit for a round trip to the girls' dorm and back to the condo. Tossing her the keys, I said, "It's all yours, baby, don't get in a wreck, be careful."
Rolling her eyes, she said, "Yes, mommy, can I go now?"
"Bye," I said, realizing that I was being a bit obsessive about her driving.
Loading and lighting the coals in the cooker, I watched for a while, just to make sure I'd get an even fire; I would, it was a good pyramid of coals.
While the coals did their thing, I went about the task of skewering the shrimp that I had put marinating when we returned from golfing. Skewering done-boy, these were big shrimp-I was finishing tossing the salad when the phone rang.
Shit! I thought, Sami's had an accident.
It was Ali, thank goodness.
I told her about the turn of events with Mel and her suite-mate, Dani and the plans for tonight.
"You're okay with that, I hope, because if you're not, then it won't happen," I said to her.
"Of course, I'm okay with it, baby," she said, "its vacation and we already agreed before ya'll left that vacation pussy was okay."
"Still, I like to make sure; I don't want to take you for granted," I said to her, honestly.
She was quiet for a moment.
"Betty called me this morning, you know, to talk about the present thing for Clay," Ali said.
"And?"
"And, when I asked if she had ever been with another woman, sexually, she floored me with her answer," Ali said.
"Which was?" I prompted.
"Except for a boyfriend in high school, and Clay, of course, all of her sexual activity was with other girls."
"Really!" I said, somewhat surprised; no greatly surprised, by what Ali just said.
"So, I asked her what changed her mind, or more to the point, why did she marry Clay," Ali continued.
"Betty said that was a fair question and that the truth of it is, that Clay keeps her comfortable, and warm, and is, in many ways, a really, good guy."
"Damn," I said.
"Yeah, well, me too; but anyway, when I asked her why she asked me to help with Clay's present, she said that when he kept pressing her about it, that you and I were the first ones to pop into her mind."
"Thank you? I think?" I said to Ali.
"Yeah, that's how I felt, anyway, the thing is, she said, was that if you were in town, she would have asked us both!" Ali emphatically said.
"Damn," I said.
"So, you gonna' do her?" I finally asked, breaking the silence.
"Think I am," Ali said, "If you're still okay with it, that is."
"Just as long as you tell me all about it so I can have phone-sex with you," I jokingly replied.
"Oooh," She gushed, "we haven't done that yet, have we?"
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