“Finally.” Dylan got out and immediately went around to pull out our bags. I noticed that he’d packed more than I’d expected.
“Ready?”
“Sure.” We went in the back door, the same door we’d entered after our skinny dipping experience. Dylan definitely remembered it. The smug smile tugging at his lips made that readily apparent.
I followed him as he dropped our bags off in his room.
“I have a present for you.” He dug into his large, black suitcase. “I can’t wait to see how you look.”
“Is that a thong?” I barely choked the words out as I examined the tiny pieces of pink fabric.
“Yeah, I’ve never seen you wear one before, but I love that ass of yours. This way you get to show it off for me.”
“Okay…moving on from the bottom, do you really expect me to wear a top this small? There’s a reason I stay away from triangle tops.”
“It’s your size.”
“Dylan, I, uh, appreciate the thoughtfulness, but the bikinis I have are skimpy enough.”
“They can’t be that skimpy if you felt comfortable walking around in one in front of my whole frat.”
That again. “Do you really want me to wear this?” I held up the top.
“Yes. I really do. It’s only going to be us out there. If anyone else actually uses the beach, you have my permission to put on more clothing.”
“Fine.”
Dylan pulled his own, perfectly normal sized swim trunks out of his suitcase. “I want to enjoy the effect, so I’ll get changed in the bathroom.”
I reluctantly got undressed, cringing at the thought of putting on the tiny bottom. I hated thong underwear, and loathed even the thought of wearing something like that outside. Dylan walked out of the bathroom. I tried to focus on the view rather than the sorry excuse for a swimsuit I was wearing beneath my pink dress. “Take off the cover-up.”
I shook my head. “It doesn’t fit right.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.” He moved to take off my dress himself, and after considering putting up some resistance, I gave in and let him pull it off.
He took a step back. “Damn, you look incredible.” His eyes widened, and I hoped he’d get side tracked enough that he forgot about going to the beach. “I need the full effect.” He moved around behind me. I knew it was coming, but I jumped when he grabbed my very exposed ass.
“Can I change now?”
“Change? We haven’t even left yet.”
“Dylan, I can’t wear this out of the house.”
“Sure you can. Do it for me.” He put his hands on my arms. “I don’t ask you for very much.”
“Why does this matter so much to you?”
He moved his hands up to my shoulders and looked me directly in the eye. “Why does it matter to you? I like the way you look in it, and I want you to wear it down to the beach. Is that really so much to ask?”
“How about we compromise? I’ll wear the top with a different bottom.”
“You really hate wearing a thong that much?”
“Would you want to go out with your ass hanging out?”
“No, but then again my ass doesn’t look as good as yours.”
I laughed. “Deal or no deal?”
“Deal. But you’d better move fast. I can’t keep my hands off you. If you want to hit the beach, we need to go now.”
I opened my own bag, pulling out a black bikini bottom that suddenly seemed incredibly covering. I ran into the bathroom and changed. Much better.
“All right, let’s go.”
We grabbed some beach towels from the closet and headed out. We walked the boardwalk over to the beach. I took in the sights: the lagoon, the tall beach grass on the dunes.
“Is this okay?” He stopped about halfway down the beach.
“Perfect.” I opened my towel and spread it out. Dylan put his down right next to mine, overlapping them slightly.
“You weren’t kidding about it being empty.” I lay down on my stomach, immensely glad to have a full bottom on.
“I told you.” He stretched out next to me with his head only inches from mine.
He kissed me lightly before letting out a sigh.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yeah. It’s just stress.” He rolled over onto his back.
“Anything in particular?”
“Just work stuff. You know I’m going to work for my dad after graduation, don’t you?”
“Yeah.” I leaned up on an elbow.
“I’m not really looking forward to it. Neither is he.”
“Then why do it?”
“I don’t have a choice.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” He put a hand on my back. “Do you need me to do sunscreen for you or anything?”
“Nope. It’s pretty late.” Was he really changing the subject so quickly?
“All right.”
“Is there anything I can do to help? I mean, obviously I can’t fix the job. But anything else?”
He smiled. “You already do. Sex with you is the best stress relief you can imagine. I plan on relieving a lot of stress this weekend.”
“Do you?”
“Uh huh.” He pulled me up on top of him. “In case you didn’t realize, that was the thinking behind this weekend getaway.”
“And I thought it was for the stimulating conversation.” I kissed him. It felt strangely empowering to be doing it from on top. We never had sex that way. Every time I tried to, he rolled us over.
“I like talking to you, Juliet, but I love having sex with you.”
Did he realize how that sounded? I forced myself to shrug it off. “I guess this is a bad time to tell you it’s that time of the month.”
“What?” The look of horror that crossed his face was priceless. “No. It’s not. You just had it two weeks ago.”
“Obviously it was a joke, Dylan.”
“Don’t mess with me.” He pulled my head down to his and kissed me. He rolled us over. No surprise there. “Are you ready to get in the water?”
“Yes.”
He shifted off me so I could get up. I didn’t wait. I headed right down to the ocean and walked in. The water was warm, and I eagerly moved further out. Dylan joined me. “You really like water, don’t you?”
“Of course, don’t you?”
“Yeah, especially when it involves you.” He wrapped his arms around me. “Speaking of which, want to head home and take a shower?”