Page 26 of Here You Are

Around 1:00 a.m., I was pretty tipsy and extremely tired. We were both lying back on the bed, yawning and trying to keep our eyes open.

“I don’t think they are coming, and I’m so tired. What do we do?”

Justin shrugged and replied, “Who knows what they are up to. You can go to sleep; I’ll do night watch.”

“My hero,” I yawned and tucked myself under the covers.

At 5:09 a.m., my bladder woke me up. I turned over and saw Justin fast asleep next to me. I had stolen all of the covers, and he was curled up in a ball next to me, trying to steal some of my body heat. Either Justin handled the confrontation without me, or those two rascals never showed up. I looked at my phone and had a message from Cora that said: “in JJ’s room.” In conclusion, those sluts ruined our prank by just going off together. I got up to use the bathroom and swished some mouthwash around so my leftover alcohol breath didn’t kill the friendly stranger in my bed.

When I got back to bed, I pulled some blankets over my bed partner and climbed in next to him. I could have gone over to the other bed, but that was Cora and Jeffrey’s sex bed. I didn’t want to sleep where they had mated. I snuggled into the covers, and soon I felt Justin’s arm come around my waist and pull my backside against his chest. I froze for a second, wondering if he was even awake when he whispered, “Thanks for the covers, but I’m still cold; I need your body heat to survive the night.”

It felt good to have the heat of a man next to me in bed, so I didn’t object. It wasn’t long before he was sliding his fingers across my stomach. He slowly moved his hands up my shirt onto my bare stomach. I couldn’t tell where this was going, but my whole body clenched in anticipation. How sex starved is a person that they get turned on by a belly rub? He made his way up my sides near my ribs. I had changed into some pajamas and taken my bra off before we had settled into bed, so his hand was inching closer to where I wanted it. I rocked back toward him, rubbing my backside against him. I could tell from the way his body was responding that I was not getting the wrong idea.

He whispered, “Give me a second,” and went toward the bathroom. He had taken off his jeans at some point and walked away from me in boxer briefs and a t-shirt. I heard him moving things around in the bathroom. I tried to decide whether to stay in my fake sleeping position, with my back turned away, or find something more inviting. While I was flopping around on the bed, trying to decide, he walked back toward me. The curtains were shut, leaving the room very dark, but still I could see his gaze on me. He climbed back into bed and pulled me close to him. I could smell mint on his breath as he leaned in to kiss me.

After a light make-out session, he pulled back and said, “Is this okay?”

“I’m usually sleeping at this time of day, but I’m willing to make an exception.”

He began kissing down my neck and onto my chest. As he started to unbutton the front of my pajamas, I reached for the bottom hem of his shirt and urged him to pull it up over his head. He continued to make his way down my pajama shirt, pulling it open to expose my bare chest. He leaned over me and kissed his way down my neck, chest, and belly, teasing the waistband of my pajama shorts with his fingertips.

I rubbed my hands down his firm chest and stomach, pausing when I got to the waistband of his boxers. He reached down and pushed his boxers down low enough to expose himself. He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward him, circling his hand around mine, and we started stroking him together. He let go of my hand, let out a soft moan, and then moved his hand toward my shorts. He wasted no time reaching his hand into my shorts and between my legs. We worked each other over with our hands until we were both panting. Since it had been a while, it didn’t take long for me to fall apart at the touch of his hand. He followed shortly after, finishing on my stomach.

I looked into his eyes, catching my breath from our early-morning exploration. He leaned down, kissed me on the forehead, and jumped out of bed to go to the bathroom. He returned with a warm washcloth to clean me up.

After he made his way back from the bathroom, he climbed back into bed and pulled me into the little spoon position.

He kissed the back of my head and said, “It’s still early. Go back to sleep.”

He didn’t need to tell me twice. I was satiated, warm, and happy. I drifted off immediately in his arms.

We woke up to banging on our bedroom door. It was either housekeeping or our siblings. If it is our siblings, they are extremely late for our elaborate prank. I heard the key card on the door and panicked, reaching for my pajama shirt and frantically buttoning it up. The sounds of the chain catching the door reminded me they weren’t going to get very far.

“You good? I’ll go let them in,” Justin said. He stood up from bed and reached down to pull on his jeans as he walked toward the door.

Justin opened the door, and Cora came in hot, yelling, “Did we give you lovers enough alone time?”

“What are you talking about? We came here last night to lock you out and give you a taste of your own medicine.”

Cora laughed, “Whatever you say. We saw you guys ‘sneaking’ off last night. The word sneaking is not entirely appropriate. You guys were scream-laughing and creating quite the scene. We figured you had some sort of plans, so we left you alone.”

“Oh, so you did us a favor? Got it.”

“Did you…get it?”

I’m sure this question turned my face crimson. As I was about to respond, Justin grabbed Jeffrey’s arm and said, “Let’s go back to our room and get ready for our last day here.”

After they left, Cora plopped down on the bed with an evil grin on her face. “So, did you guys get anything accomplished last night?”

“Yes, we planned an elaborate prank and then drank everything in the minibar,” I groaned. “We fell asleep.”

“Ugh, Cass. Hot guy, in your bed, no interruptions. I can’t make these things any easier for you.”

“You're a great wingwoman, and your services are appreciated. Let’s not waste our last day in paradise in the room.”

Our last day in Mexico had a cloud of sadness hanging over it. I was dreading returning to real life, cold weather, and my lonely apartment. I could easily say this was the best vacation I had ever been on, and I did not want it to end. It didn’t help that there were actual clouds hanging over us. We spent the morning under umbrellas while it rained, wrapped up in towels.

The brothers had planned a fishing trip for most of the day, which was okay with us. We didn’t need to spend all of our time with them. I hadn’t had to make eye contact with Justin since our heavy-petting session and was wondering how he would respond if we ran into them again.