Livy was relieved to have survived the first week of her ragingly adventurous holiday on the Black Sea, her playground, and that for the others in her carefully selected group of friends from university. The resort had been chosen for its beaches and nightlife, and so far, it had lived up to its name of Sunny Beach. Their large self-catering house was just the place to relax and also to recover from excesses like those she had pursued with Jordan, a fiendishly clever Math's graduate, though you wouldn't know that from his wild appearance and insatiable sexual appetite.
Along with them was Matt, his tousled hair getting blonder by the day. He was into the local girls, and they were into him, from what Jordan had told her as they rested from another session in her bed. They had talked of pony-tailed Laura with her doubting smile so evident as others fooled and loved around her. She had stumbled into a hippy-like sex party on the beach and sampled a variety of pleasures with guys she'd not be able to recognize in the cold light of day. Of Tom and Beth she had still to hear, but Tom was smitten by Beth, and they had kept to themselves as much as they all allowed. 'Going steady' on this vacation was definitely not to be excused.
Final exams and university life were over for them all, but they would live life out to the max while they were here. Bonds were loose, taking your fancy to someone else was forgiven, and she had let herself be a wild child, just for a change. Jordan had seen to that and so much more besides, but she wondered how far she would really go to make this beach holiday one to remember before the harsher realities of life came rushing in upon her.
♥
Over what passed for breakfast, they had agreed on spending a day on the beach near the Cacao Beach Club, its ritzy décor matched by the studiously tended sand on which rows of parasols and sun loungers had been arranged. There, it was a case of 'seeing and being seen' and why not sample how the richer holidaymakers spent their days here?
Livy noticed how Matt's eyes kept drifting onto Laura, how she deliberately teased him as she moved around the kitchenette and cleared her things away and not leaving them in the sink. Skimpy shorts were worn with a halter neck cotton blouse, her bra-less tits shaping the fabric and her moves, whenever she was close to him, a deliberate provocation. Matt, being Matt, took the bait.
"Are you going to spend some time with me or are you into the strangers we all saw you with the other night?"
"They've moved on," she breathes in his ear and bends down to do so, her breasts pressing against his back. "But you're still here...my devoted Matt. Choosy aren't you?"
He shifted on the bench seat and away from her. "Where it concerns you, yes!"
"Easy mate," Jordan demanded of him, "we're here to unwind and have some quality time after the exams and uni life. We're all finding our way; you're just taking a little longer."
"Sure, only some things matter to me more than others." As she had done, Matt put his plate and coffee mug in the sink, only he ran the taps to wash up. The others exchanged glances as Laura went to him and brushed a hand over his back.
"I didn't know that you cared so much."
"And I didn't think you'd go overboard so much." He turned as if feeling that the other's eyes were on them. "What's the plan?"
"The beach club and we dress up a bit...smarter that's all." Livy had assumed the role of leader and looked at them all in turn. "We see how others live it out...and I get to see where that takes me." She pushed Jordan's stroking hand from her thigh, tropical print shorts and a long-sleeved T-shirt being the first things she could grab hold of before getting dressed for breakfast. She knew that her top made it look like she had chosen a size too small for what she brought to his sight and touch. Jordan's demands upon her were getting to be too much, pleasurable as his ways were.
What she wasn't after with him was closing out anyone else, especially Tom the guy with those wonderful eyes that seemed to make her want to make a grab for him. They had all had their times together, and with each other, at some time during uni days, but those bonds had changed in many cases to friendship and not of the
'belonging with or to'
kind.
"I'm going windsurfing," Jordan ventured as she led the way up the stairs to her room. They stopped at the door, the unmade bed showing the rampaging excesses that she had succumbed to with him. "I was hoping you'd tag along..."
"No, I've got other plans and I hope you'll make some of your own that don't always include me. I'd like some space...don't want you to think we're going to take up where we left off some time ago." Livy saw the effect that her direct ways of speaking had on him.
"So what was that all bout in there, and last night, especially?" he demanded to know.
"Getting together and having some holiday fun...no strings fun," she answered, her voice hardening. "Now, let me get washed and changed, please Jordan?" She rose on tiptoes to kiss him and lowered her voice as if it would persuade him to see things her way. "We agreed, all of us, on how this vac would go. I care for you, but we set the limits, didn't we...all of us before we came here?"
She let her fingers trail over his chest and stepped away having received no answer from him about what had been said.
♥
There wasn't much of a breeze, and she thought for only a moment about how Jordan might be getting on with his windsurfing. What sea breeze there was cooled the beach cabin that her father's gift of some holiday money had secured. A gazebo, with thin cotton veils of cloth fixed in the shape of inverted triangles on its frame, offered some privacy and she had seen other people drag their sun-loungers under theirs so that you were shielded from the intense rays of the sun at midday and into early afternoon.
A low, cultured voice was heard calling to her and Livy stepped out into the sun, the breeze pressing her short-hemmed sundress onto her legs, the split skirt soon revealing her thighs and tanned skin.
Her heart seemed to skip a beat on seeing him, how Tom smiled in evident pleasure, his light, closely cropped, sandy brown hair in contrast to his deeply tanned skin. Even his stubble mustache was blonder, and she felt she could drown in those soft blue-green eyes.
"I wondered whether you'd already be here," he said, unbuttoning his white shirt with a Hawaiian motif printed upon it.
