The day seemed to stretch on forever and all I could think about was Laura's message to me. By mid-afternoon, everyone had returned to the villa and once again, screams and shouts could be heard from the pool area. The heat was stifling and I reluctantly left my room to join the others. I wore a new black bikini that barely covered my voluptuous breasts but I was past caring what anyone thought.
The glare of the sun was dazzling as I emerged from the villa and at first I was temporarily blinded. Shielding my eyes, I could see my parents lying on loungers while Peter, Eve and Greg were messing around in the pool, the beautiful azure of the water an open invitation. I felt unbearably hot and dumping my sarong and flip flops onto a lounger, I sat on the edge of the pool and watched the three of them play-fighting, hating how sad I felt as I envied them their fun. Peter looked over as I sat there and smiled, his eyes lighting up at the sight of me.
"Come in!" he shouted and grinned. "It's fantastic!"
I couldn't help smiling and lowered myself gingerly into the water. It was cold but the contrast of my hot skin and the silky water was delicious. I looked down and noticed how hard my nipples were, how rounded my breasts looked under the thin fabric. I would have loved to have removed my top, but couldn't quite face the looks that I knew Greg and Peter would give me.
Trying not to think about what had happened in the kitchen this morning, I glanced over at Greg but he was ignoring me and concentrating on Eve who lapped up the attention like a thirsty man in the dessert. She was wearing a skimpy bikini as well, but her figure was scrawny and her tan leathery under the unforgiving glare of the sun. I wondered whether my mother still hoped for an Autumn wedding...
"Penny for them?"
I looked at Peter who was watching me. "Sorry?"
"You looked deep in thought...everything OK?"
I nodded. "Yes. Just wondering what the plans for the rest of the day are."
"Your parents mentioned something about dinner in town tonight. Will you be coming as well?"
I shrugged. "I suppose so. Got nothing else better to do." I swam to the far end of the pool, enjoying the feeling of the cool water on my limbs. It could have been heaven, I thought, if things had been different. But I refused to give into despair. I would not give anyone the satisfaction of knowing just how sad and lonely I was now feeling.
I stayed in the pool for another half hour and even chatted to Peter who seemed genuinely concerned about my mood. Greg and Eve retired to their sun-loungers and made a big show about rubbing suntan lotion into each other's bodies. I couldn't help watching as Eve massaged Greg's back while he lay on the lounger, his eyes resting on me for the first time that afternoon. His smooth tanned back glistened in the afternoon sun and I felt that familiar sharp twist of desire as I imagined him lying over me, his hard cock thrusting away deeply inside me...
He could have been mine this morning, I thought, but instead I pushed him away. And for what? I thought I was being faithful to my boyfriend but instead he was...
Tears rushed to my eyes and I turned away in case Greg saw how upset I was. I climbed out of the pool and dried myself, aware that he was still watching me despite the eager ministrations of Eve.
Dragging my sun bed over to the shade of a tree, I lay down and closed my eyes. Laura's text message had been devastating to say the least, her words cutting me like a knife. Jake hadn't wasted much time in finding someone new, she had written, and as I suspected it was the sweet and pretty Alicia who had snared him, almost before the plane had landed in Ibiza. Laura had caught them making love by the pool but had waited to tell me in case it was a drunken fumble that would never be repeated. Sadly, for me, they were now a well established pair and Laura had felt it was only right to give me the bad news.
My head felt like it was going to explode with thoughts of Jake and Alicia together. I knew I'd been attracted to Greg, but a word from Jake would have had me running to his side in Ibiza and now I realised that I would never know what it felt like to make love with him. Tears gathered again as I thought back to how happy we'd been in the weeks leading up to the holiday and how close we'd come to consummating our friendship.
But obviously Alicia had been more pliable than me. She certainly hadn't waited for the right moment and I imagined them screwing each other on one of the sun beds, her legs spread wide for him as he pumped away at her...
I glanced over at Greg, almost as if he could read my thoughts. Despite his charm, he came over as old-fashioned and I wondered what it would be like to be on the receiving end of his love making. I'd already experienced his lips on my breasts and I had to admit, he was good. Passionate yet gentle. Thinking back to this morning I couldn't quell the flame of arousal that flared inside me. Could I get revenge on Jake with Greg?
*
As Peter had said, a meal had been arranged at a restaurant in the nearby town of Pollensa. I dressed carefully in a red short dress with a plunging neckline. The dress fitted my curves perfectly and had a pretty flared skirt. With my long dark hair up in an elegant chignon, I felt desirable and sexy. Nobody could have guessed that the pretty girl I gazed at in the mirror had been curled up in bed crying this afternoon.
Everyone was gathered in the large living room of the villa, savouring the last blasts of air-conditioned cool before venturing out into the heat of the evening. Greg was standing next to the fireplace, a glass of wine in one hand, chatting to my father. He looked gorgeous in an understated way, navy trousers and a lighter blue shirt bringing out the colour of his eyes. He looked me up and down as I entered the room and I felt that frisson of desire shoot through me once again.
Eve and my mother were also chatting while Peter stood alone looking out of the window at the view. His eyes lit up when I approached and he gestured towards an open bottle of wine.
"Would you like one?" he asked, his eyes fixed on my cleavage.
I nodded and stole a glance at Greg who was deep in conversation with my father before turning my attention back to Peter who looked like he had just won the lottery.
"You...er...look lovely," he stammered, taking a large gulp of his wine. "This restaurant we're going to - it's one of the best in the area."
"Great," I said, my glance falling on Greg once again.
"Um...I can recommend the fish. It's their speciality..."
I smiled but my mind was full of how I could ensure that I was seated next to Greg. I knew that Eve would try and worm her way to his side, but for my plan to work, I had to be near him tonight. The worst case scenario would be if I ended up next to Peter...
"Shall we go?" my mother announced, glancing at her watch. "I booked the table for eight."
"Who's driving?" Greg asked, draining the last of his wine. "I've only had one glass, I don't mind."
"Well, I volunteered, but I can't take six," my father said. "If you take one other, Greg, we can manage."
I looked up in dismay as Eve sidled up to Greg, her face alight. "Can I ride with you?" she murmured suggestively and linked her arm through his. He dropped a kiss on her head and without even a glance in my direction escorted her out to the waiting cars.
All the way to the restaurant I fumed as my mother clucked on about what a good match they were, how she must try and dig out her hat as there was bound to be a wedding and how cosy we all were in the car together. Peter kept trying to press his knee against mine and by the time we reached the town, I was almost falling out of the car door in an attempt to avoid him.
The restaurant looked beautiful in the evening light, the windows thrown open to catch the cooling night breezes and the sound of lively conversation coming from within. My worst fears were realised when my mother organised us all, causing a minor disturbance as she insisted we all sit where she wanted us to sit. Other diners looked up as we manoeuvred our way around the table until eventually, we were seated.
To try and distract myself from Peter next to me, I picked up the menu and studied it, trying to ignore Greg and Eve who were feeding each other olives, her giggles reverberating around the restaurant.
"The cod," murmured Peter in my ear. "It's very good." He smelled of alcohol and a faint tang of cigarettes which surprised me as I had never seen him smoke. I could see his hands trembling slightly as he perused the menu and a sudden image of him kissing me came, uninvited, into my mind. I shivered and my mother noticed.
"You can't be cold, Lorna, dear. Surely?"
