I can remember pretty clearly the first time I ever considered sharing Josie with another man. I had noticed him staring at Josie when she entered the room, her hips swaying in skin tight leggings, just a peek of skin above the waistband, cute dimples above her backside. She and I were spending our vacation soaking in the sun on a small island in the Caribbean. We had rented a room overlooking the town square, with a cafΓ©/bar below and a small balcony just wide enough for one person, two if you snuggled up real close.
I remember how Josie's freckled nose crinkled up mischievously, her eyes laughing as they followed our waiter back around the side of the room as he disappeared into the back. She played with the rim of her soda glass, tracing the lip idly with her finger. I chuckled at her. "What?" I asked.
"He's cute," she said, her eyes searching mine, looking for a trace of jealousy. "Not my type," I replied, glancing back over my shoulder. His name was Lucas, we found out, and he lived in a small room above the bar, right down from the room we were renting. Josie couldn't stop staring at him. His lean, muscled torso flexed as he bent over to carry trays of water, his lean, youthful arms gripping the sides of a keg of beer and hoisting it over a shoulder. He returned to our table, and made eye contact with Josie as she slid her credit card over toward him to pay our lunch bill. Lucas slid his hand over hers as he took the card, never breaking eye contact. He grinned at her, then drew his hand away with a nod in my direction. "I'll be right back," he said.
Ever since Josie and I had started going out in high school, she had loved flirting with other men. She loved the attention it brought her, and it always led to mind-blowing sex with me as she got herself all worked up fantasizing about having wild sex with abandon. Josie had a supple, curvy body, long and willowy with full breasts and taut, pert nipples. She was a dancer, and I loved watching her stretch her body out on the floor, flexing and pointing her toes, swinging her hair back as she arched her back in the sunlight.
Josie laughed at me now, brushing her hair back from her face. "Not you, silly. I think he and I could have some fun together." She blinked her green eyes at me, bit her lower lip. "Would it make you jealous?"
She was breathing just a little bit harder now, and I could see the lustful expression in her eyes. Thinking of Josie being with another man was turning me on; we had joked about it before, but this was the closest we had ever been to actually making something happen. I could sense the electricity between them; it was spring festival in the islands, we were young, carefree, and on vacation. I sensed that all I needed was to nod my head and we would cross that precipice that she and I had been flirting with all along.
Lucas came back from the back room with the check. It was three o'clock and hot in the plaza. "Thank you," he said to us both. We were the only ones in the cafΓ©. "We are closing now," he said. His white teeth glinted in the sunlight. Josie had stood up from the table, and as she bent over to sign the check, I caught him staring right down the front of her blouse. Her breasts swayed as she signed her name, her erect nipples rubbing against the fabric. Then, she straightened up, and handed the check to him. Their hands touched again, and Josie's pink tongue flickered against her upper lip as she met his gaze full-on. For a moment, his gaze faltered. "Thank you," he said softly as he withdrew. He took it from her hand, his long fingers tracing the back of her hand.
Josie looked at me, her breath coming in small gasps. Her brow was damp, and she looked a little flushed. We didn't have to speak. A barely imperceptible nod from me, and then she looked down at her hand where she still clutched the pen. Had she forgotten to give it to him? Or did it just provide the pretext for what the three of us already knew was going to happen? Josie smiled at me, mouthed the words, "I love you," and then moved toward the back of the bar, into the cool dark of the cafΓ©, disappearing into the back room.