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I took a deep breath, looked round the circle of hopeful faces, and said, “You’re all absolutely lovely, and I’m going to bed. Alone.”
There was a pause. Then Gary started to clap. Lou kissed my cheek. “Good for you, love.” Ana squeezed my hand. Mateo bowed, solemnly, hand over his heart, and Gary said, “Do you want a strawberry for the road?”
I took two.
Back at Cabana 12 I locked the door, shut the gauze curtains, stripped off my sandy bikini, and lay across the king-size bed with the fan turning overhead, a little drunk and ludicrously turned on. Five people had wanted me tonight. Five. After a year of feeling like furniture.
I ran my hand over my breasts and down my stomach and thought about all of it. Mateo’s mouth. Ana’s thumbs on my hips. Lou’s green eyes and Gary’s low groan. I slid two fingers inside, slow and wet, and rubbed my clit with the other hand, and I imagined every combination I could think of.
I came hard, thighs shaking, a long moaning cry I made no effort to muffle. Then I did it again, because I could.
At breakfast the retired Canadians in the next cabana were staring into their muesli.
“Walls are thin,” said the husband, going pink.
“Sorry,” I said, cheerfully, taking a croissant.
The wife leaned across. “No, dear,” she whispered. “Don’t be. Well done.”
Ending 4 of 16: None of the Above. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.