Memory and our brains work strangely. Nate laid down to sleep and he remembered the sand on his knees. He tried to count sheep, he remembered Ashley forcing his pants down and he could still feel the pressure of the belt pull on his hips. He tossed and turned; every time he blinked or looked up at the ceiling he saw Ashley on her knees grabbing at his hips, forcing his cock into her throat.
Nate didn't sleep. Nothing was working, his thoughts were like a superball bouncing from Ashley to Hawaiian sightseeing back to seeing Ashely and wondering how she'd look as a bridesmaid and then seeing Kyle and his wife. Calling it a whirlwind was an understatement. He leaned over and looked at the dim green light of the hotel clock. It was 3am. He sighed and spoke to himself, "I thought sex was supposed to make you sleep better," and he twisted over to get out of bed and go shower. Maybe some warm water would help him sleep.
He stepped into the tub and the events of yesterday kept playing through his head.
She grabs my hand, she squeezes it, I lead her from the hotel to the beach nearby. It looks peaceful
. He turned the water on and jumped back to avoid the sudden cool water.
"I could sunbathe topless here if I wanted," she says. "There's a little dip where you are nearly invisible."
His mind was 200 feet away on the beach while he moved into the now warm water.
"Kyle would be jealous if he knew you took your top off around me."
He rinsed off the thin layer of sweat from his body, washing himself quickly only to just stand under the water. It seemed the perfect place to let his mind drift.
She's yanking my pants off and pulling my cock out. She's sucking on me like she's starving.
After several minutes, Nate snapped back to reality. He wasn't able to stop thinking about it. He didn't regret it - he just was digesting it. He had extremely passionate public sex with his old best friend's ex-fiancee. He chuckled aloud under the water, "I'd like to meet the man who doesn't have to mentally process that." He was pretty sure, at this point, that she used him as a way of revenge on Kyle - however little sense that made.
Nate leaned against the bedroom wall and stretched his feet out onto the bed. He figured he was up to stay so he might as well dress. He was still surprised that Hawaii wasn't as hot as he thought it would be. Hawaii, in his mind, meant tropical, islands, and constant sun. But there was a steady breeze that carried humidity back out to the ocean, so it was much more comfortable than he thought it would be. The high today was supposed to only be in the 80s, which is more comfortable than even in Midwest states this summer. As such, he was fine. He flipped the TV away from the hotel information channel, complete with brief weather report in front of images of palm trees and an info snippet about a "big tree" in Lahaina, to some tourism highlight full of information about Maui.
An attractive woman with an English accent was talking about something called the "Hana Highway," a huge tourist attraction full of more sights than anyone could ever hope to see in just one day. As a gift to guests at this particular hotel, management offered "Island-hopping" flight tickets at a discounted rate between O'ahu and Maui. "But," the English blonde waved her finger at him and said, "you'd better get started early! There's too much to see if you don't!" The woman vanished with some early 2000s PowerPoint like graphics and ticket prices popped up.
Nate turned his face back to the clock on the side of the bed. 3:20am.
"Eh. What the hell."
A bit over an hour later, Nate was on a 30 minute flight between Honolulu and Kahului, talking to a woman in a pink top across the aisle of the small passenger plane. She leaned closer to not yell.
"We had a ferry between islands for a while, but now the best way is to fly. You can charter a boat if you're feeling fancy, kid."
"How long have you lived here that you know so much about the Hana Highway?" He responded. The flight was short so he chatted with his neighbor rather than trying to get into a book or the inflight movie. The pilot said the flight would take about 30 minutes and tours departed from the airport.
"Half my life! I run the tour you're going to take soon! I'm the driver!" she cried out as the plane began its descent and the engine quieted. "You said you're here for a wedding, right?" Nate nodded. "Well let's make sure you have a good time today!" she smiled at him.
"Already having a great day," he winked at her. "What with the beautiful company." Nate locked eyes with her as though he was trying to seduce her with only a gaze.
She laughed and leaned over to pat his face while also putting in an earbud, signaling the conversation was over. "Aren't you just so cute," each word getting its own pat. Nate, obviously, was put in his place.
The plane landed shortly and not long after, he found himself walking up to a minivan, Natalie, the woman in the pink top, next to him. On the side panel you could read in hand painted letters "H.H. Island Experience Tours." Nate nodded seeing this and he got into the van, looking in the back seat. "Anyone going to be joining us today?"
"Whoever has a ticket!" she smirked at him and jabbed her thumb towards the back seat. "Get in loser, we're going sightseeing." Nate climbed in and handed her the ticket he purchased at the hotel front desk. Not even 100 feet away was a full-sized coach tour bus getting loaded up with people and a line of 15 more people were still waiting to board. He didn't say anything, but he was beginning to think maybe there was a reason why the ticket was so cheap. He looked out over the horizon, looking at the beautiful sunrise. The info at the hotel said that you would want to get started early but he was still surprised that he was able to move so quickly from watching it on the hotel TV to two hours later getting on a tour. But - if anything, his experiences this week supported that he should be more spontaneous.
After several long moments of silence and Natalie checking her phone or glancing towards the airport while flashing a quick frown, Nate leaned forward. "The hotel really recommended your tour, you know. They had a pamphlet with your info in the lobby, and they sold your tickets right at the front desk. It was a steal, really. Real no-brainer."