Author: Akiko

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I kissed her. The sun was a thin red line on the horizon and the rock was warm under my knees, and Ana’s mouth opened under mine at once.

She kissed like she did yoga, unhurried and full of intention. Her braid wrapped round my wrist. Her hand slid under my sarong, up my thigh, and found my bare skin underneath, and she smiled against my lips when she discovered I’d gone without knickers.

“Sophie,” she murmured. “You are a very naughty woman.”

“I’m a divorcee. It’s practically a qualification.”

She laid me back on the flat rock. The stone was still hot from the day. Her mouth went to my neck, then my breasts, pulling my bikini top down, while the sea slapped the base of the rocks and the last gulls went home. Then her fingers, two, then three, sliding into me slow and deep while her thumb rolled over my clit, and I clawed at the rock and moaned out across the water with nobody to hear.

“Louder,” she whispered. “The sea is listening.”

I came with a shout. The orgasm rolled through me like a wave breaking over a reef, and she kept moving her hand, drawing it out until I was weeping and laughing together.

Then I pushed her onto her back, and tugged her leggings off, and took my time. She tasted of salt and lime. She came on my tongue against the last red of the day, her long brown legs shaking and her hands buried in my hair.

We watched the stars come out.

“Tomorrow, sunrise?” she said.

“I’ll bring coffee.”

Ending 13 of 16: Golden Hour. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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I stood up. I’d gone red from my chest to my hairline. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I’m so sorry. I thought I could. I need to go.”

The sound stopped. Gary pulled out of Lou at once. He grabbed his shorts, Lou grabbed a towel, and the two of them were both on their feet before I’d got my sandals on, no anger in their faces. Only concern.

“Sophie, love,” Lou said. “It’s all right.”

“I feel stupid.”

“Don’t.” She wrapped the towel round her chest, and came and took both my hands. “You came because you wanted to. Going because you don’t is exactly as good. Nobody has done anything wrong tonight.”

Gary stood behind her, twisting his shorts in his hands. “Honestly, I’d be happy to just be your friend and get you a drink. Which is not something I say lightly.”

I laughed. It came out a bit wobbly. Lou kissed my forehead, my cheek, and then, very lightly, my mouth, and I felt it all the way down my body.

“Door’s open till Sunday,” she said. “No pressure. Ever.”

I walked back along the beach under a sky full of stars. At Cabana 12 I locked the door and lay on the bed, and my hand slid down without being asked. I thought about Lou’s mouth. About Gary’s cock sliding into her. About the way they’d looked at me. I came with their names on my lips.

In the morning someone had slid a note under my door.

Still here. Still open. L and G x

I read it three times. I didn’t knock.

Ending 12 of 16: Cold Feet. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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I stayed exactly where I was. I raised my glass to Lou and said, “Don’t stop on my account.”

She grinned. Then she turned her whole attention back to her husband and fell apart for me.

It was the hottest thing I had ever watched. Gary took her on the pool’s stone edge, then standing up against the wall with her legs round him and her nails raking his shoulders. He fucked her hard and honest and unhurried, and Lou talked the whole time, filthy and gasping, telling him how good he felt, how full she was, how she wanted him to come on her stomach while the pretty girl watched.

My hand was shamelessly inside my bikini. I had two fingers buried deep and my other hand twisting my own nipple. I couldn’t have stopped if the villa had caught fire. They both watched me while I did it, and that was the best part, the three of us sharing one hot breath in the dark.

Lou came with her head thrown back, shaking, a long, low, spectacular moan. Gary pulled out, and I came when I saw him, too, hard, my back arching on the lounger, a cry tearing out of my throat that echoed off the plunge pool.

Gary came on Lou’s stomach with a roar. Lou looked at me, flushed and glowing, and blew me a kiss.

“Best audience we’ve ever had,” Gary panted.

“Standing ovation,” said Lou.

I raised my glass again. Both hands were shaking.

I walked home under the stars, wrung out, certain I’d be back tomorrow.

Ending 11 of 16: Front Row Seat. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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I held Lou’s hair and looked across at Gary. “Stay there,” I said. “You’ve got the best seat. Enjoy it.”

He swallowed. “Yes, ma’am.”

Lou laughed into my thigh. I pulled her up out of the pool and onto the sun lounger, laid her back, and finished what I’d started, my tongue on her clit and two fingers pushing slowly into her until she was clenching round them, her breath coming in short sobs. She tasted of salt and chlorine. She was so wet my wrist was soaked. I curled my fingers upward and she shouted my name and bucked off the cushion.

“Do it again,” she begged. “God, Sophie. Again.”

I did it again.

Gary made a noise like a man being slowly strangled. He was pumping his fist fast, eyes locked on my mouth, and as Lou came the second time he came too, thick spurts splashing his stomach, groaning into his own forearm.

Lou pulled me up for a long kiss, tasting of herself, then lay back with her hand over her heart.

“Well,” she said, after a long time. “That’s the best birthday present I’ve ever had. And it’s not even my birthday.”

Gary didn’t answer. I looked round. He was flat on his lounger, one leg dangling, mouth open, fast asleep.

“He does that,” said Lou. “Every time.”

We ate strawberries in the pool and watched him snore. At dawn I tiptoed home along the beach with a hickey, a number on a napkin and a very smug face.

I’d call that a perfectly respectable night. Gary would have called it a ten.

Ending 10 of 16: Gary’s Good View. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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I held Lou’s eyes and said it. “Gary. Get in here. I want you both.”

He was in the water before I’d finished. Lou pulled me up and kissed me while Gary’s big hands slid round my waist from behind and his hard cock pressed against my arse. I turned my head and kissed him too, and Lou laughed, delighted, and led us inside to the huge white bed.

Condoms, lube, lamp low. Lou lay back and pulled me over her, and I went down on her while Gary knelt behind me and licked me from clit to arsehole until I was sobbing into her thighs. When he slid inside me, slow and thick, stretching me wide, I screamed against Lou’s clit and she came on my tongue, gripping the headboard.

Then we swapped. Lou rode Gary and I sat on his face, her hands on my breasts, till the pair of us came together with a howl that must have woken the next villa. Gary fucked me with my legs round him while Lou sat on my mouth. Then Lou bent me over the bed and used three fingers while I took Gary in my mouth.

I came four times. Gary came on my tits. Lou licked him off me, grinning, and we fell asleep in a heap.

I woke to sunlight, Lou’s mouth on my neck, Gary’s hand between my thighs, and room service knocking. Breakfast in bed. Another orgasm before the coffee went cold. A note on the tray from Lou: Leeds for New Year? We’ve a spare room. And a spare bed.

I hadn’t thought about Rob once.

Ending 9 of 16: The Full Package. You found the full happy ending.

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I meant to say something clever. Instead I opened my mouth and a sob came out.

Not a delicate one. A great ugly gulp, in the middle of a sacred Mayan pool, with water up to my chin. I told her all of it. The gym woman. The silence in the flat. The way I still slept on one side of the bed. The way I’d stopped believing anyone would want me again.

Ana didn’t say a word. She swam close and pulled me against her chest, and I cried into her wet shoulder with the jungle going on all around us. She stroked my hair. She hummed something in Spanish.

When I’d finally run out, she tilted my face up and kissed me, softly, on each wet cheek and then on the mouth. It was salt and tenderness and nothing demanding.

“Whenever you want to stop, we stop,” she said.

“I don’t want to stop.”

We climbed out onto the warm rocks and lay on our towels in the dappled light. She undressed me with great care, as if I might break, and kissed every inch of me. When her mouth reached the place between my legs I came in about a minute, with fresh tears running into my hair, and she held me while I laughed and sobbed and shook.

We rode home in the golden evening, my arms wrapped round her waist.

I wasn’t fixed. But for the first time in a year I felt like a person who might get there.

Ending 8 of 16: Cenote Tears. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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I swam over before I could talk myself out of it. The water was so cold that my skin had pulled tight, and when I put my hand on her face she was the only warm thing in the whole cave.

“Ana,” I said. “May I?”

“Please,” she whispered.

I kissed her. She kissed me back like she’d been waiting a week, her hands finding my waist, then my back, then the clasp of my bikini top. It floated away across the surface. Her mouth moved down my throat to my breast. The cold made my nipples painfully hard, and her warm tongue on them was a shock of pleasure so intense that I cried out and the cave threw the sound back at us.

She pushed me against the limestone ledge. The rock was rough on my shoulder blades. She hooked her fingers into my bikini bottoms and slid them down, and then her hand was between my legs under the water, two fingers sliding into me, her thumb on my clit, pumping slowly. My head fell back. A bird shrieked in the roots overhead. I came with a hoarse gasp, clenching round her, and she held me through it, whispering.

Then I did the same for her, in the green light, her legs wrapped round my waist, her braid floating around us like a ribbon. She came with her mouth against my neck, shuddering, laughing, saying my name.

We sunbathed afterwards on the warm stones, naked and shameless, and ate mangos she’d brought in her bag.

“Welcome,” said Ana, “to Mexico.”

Best swim of my life.

Ending 7 of 16: The Deep End. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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I put a hand on her wrist. “Not on a mat with the door open. Come to Cabana 12 tonight. Nine o’clock. I’ll have wine.”

Ana smiled slowly. “I’ll bring oil.”

She did. By nine the cabana was lit by a dozen candles borrowed from the restaurant, and she arrived in a thin cotton dress with a bottle of coconut oil and the dimple at full power. We drank a glass of wine, sitting on the edge of the bed, and then she took the glass out of my hand and said, “On your front, please.”

She massaged my shoulders first, then my back, then, slowly, the backs of my thighs, her thumbs sliding up closer and closer. When she finally slipped one oiled hand between my legs from behind, I moaned into the pillow. I rolled over. She straddled my hips and I pulled her dress up, and we undressed each other with oily, laughing fingers.

It was long and slow and wet. We scissored, thigh slick against thigh, her clit grinding against mine, her hand clasped in mine on the pillow. She came first, with a whimper, and the sound set me off. We kept going until two in the morning.

Before she fell asleep she told me she was leaving for a retreat in Oaxaca on Sunday. Two years, maybe three.

I didn’t ask her to stay. I’d already had what I came for.

She kissed my forehead at dawn and left a rolled mat on the pillow.

“Breathe,” she said. “You are not trying to hide anymore.”

I wasn’t.

Ending 6 of 16: Namaste Goodbye. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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I took her face in both hands and kissed her.

It was nothing like kissing a man. Ana’s mouth was soft and slow, and she tasted of mint and sun cream, and she made a small surprised sound, then a hungry one. She leaned down over me and her braid fell across my chest. I tangled my fingers in it and pulled her closer.

“Say if you want me to stop,” she murmured.

“Don’t you dare.”

She pulled my top over my head and found my nipple with her mouth, circling it with her tongue, and I arched off the mat. Her hands pushed my leggings down, and she looked at what she’d uncovered, and the look alone nearly finished me.

“You’ve been thinking about this since Tuesday,” she said, lightly.

“Since the day I got here.”

She kissed down my stomach and settled between my legs with a practised, unhurried hum. Her tongue was slow, then firm, then flicking exactly on the place that made my toes curl. Two fingers slid inside me, curved, and found a spot that made me shout. I came hard with my hand over my mouth, my hips lifting off the floor and the whole deck rocking.

Then I rolled her over and returned the favour, pulling her shorts off, tasting her, taking my time. She came with one hand locked in my hair and the other clamped over her own mouth, shaking and laughing and swearing in Spanish.

We lay in a sweaty heap under the wooden roof.

“Same time tomorrow?” Ana asked.

I’d never been so punctual in my life.

Ending 5 of 16: Sun Salutation. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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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.

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