Arizona Skies: The Muse (6 page)

Keith was gone, and John was sitting at the table watching us. He raised his eyebrow at me as he took a drink of his beer, shoving a bottle toward me when I sat down. I’d finally found someone I wanted desperately, and he knew it. I remained the gentleman and held her
hand, willing my hard cock down, hoping she wouldn’t notice. John just smirked, knowing my situation.

Shelly and Scott were practically fucking each other on the dance floor for everyone to see; I expected to see her orgasm any minute. I looked at Bailey, who had her head down, obviously embarrassed by her friend. Scott never got embarrassed; he was a free spirit, and apparently so was her friend. I wondered how two complete opposites became such good friends.

I thought I’d spare her any further embarrassment and suggested we take a walk, desperately needing to cool myself down. We said good night and left the bar to stroll on deck. When I noticed her tremble, I put my jacket over her shoulders as we walked to the railing to look out over the ocean. I held her around the waist so she wouldn’t slip and fall, secretly needing her body close to mine.

The night was beautiful, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. I had to taste her again; our brief kiss on the dance floor didn’t satisfy my desire to taste her. I took her chin in my hand, turning her beautiful face toward me to give her another kiss. I leaned forward to silently ask permission and she closed her eyes and opened her mouth. I groaned, pulling her body closer to mine, needing her tight against me. It was taking every ounce of my self-control to keep this kiss G-rated; my body was trembling. I hoped she couldn’t feel my erection through that little swatch of material that separated us. I tried to keep the lower half of my body slightly away from her not wanting to scare her away.

Of course, we got interrupted once again as our friends appeared and led us away to another bar for a nightcap. Keith had scored a pretty blonde at the bar and joined us. We stayed for a short time, but I figured Bailey must be tired and decided it was time to call it a night. The band had practice in the morning, and I needed to get some sleep. I had a thousand lyrics rolling around in my head that I needed to get down on paper.

I walked her to her door, with Scott and Shelly feeling each other up and immediately leaving us for a romp in the hay. Poor Bailey was going to have to hear them tonight. I felt sorry for her because I knew Scott all too well, and he was a wild man. I could tell she was uncomfortable, so I didn’t push her, kissing those sweet lips a few more times before I finally tore myself away.

I needed a cold shower very badly and left to go to my room to take care of business. She was seemed to be everything I ever wanted in a woman: beautiful, sweet, smart, and innocent, I told myself as I walked away. That was the hardest thing I’d ever done, denying my inner playboy his pleasure, but I was convinced that she was worth it. I had to take my time with her; somehow I instinctively knew that. I was so turned on that it took all my strength to walk away from her.

I walked back to my room replaying the day in my head. I thought about how stunning Bailey is, do I even deserve to pursue her, she’s so sweet and I’m not. Tonight was going to be a restless night, no random woman to take the edge off; not that I would anyway after meeting her. I vowed to behave myself as I waited to see how this infatuation would turn out, I could be good for a few days.

I sat at my desk and opened my notebook to read all the lyrics that I’d written so far, I was so inspired I wrote down some more thoughts before taking that shower and heading to bed. This girl certainly had a profound impact on me in a short amount of time; I knew John would be pleased. I haven’t even taken her to bed yet. I can’t wait to see what I write after we’ve had sex. I lay awake for what seemed like an eternity, remembering every curve of her luscious body and that stunning face. I dreamt of that body draped over me, with that long hair skimming my heated skin as I fucked her all night long.

Three

Bailey

I
did dream of Jesse that night and how we met and the things he’d said to me. He seemed to be honest with me; I hoped I wasn’t being played. When he tenderly kissed me all these feeling swirled inside my body. I could still smell his scent as I wrapped my arms around my pillow, pretending it was him. I knew Shelly was getting laid in the next room, but I didn’t need to hear them. Shelly was very experienced in the sex department and always embarrassed me with her detailed accounts of men she’d taken to her bed. I only knew what I read in books.

The next morning I jumped into the shower, ready to do some exploring and meet up with the guys later in the afternoon. I was drying my hair when I heard that familiar knock at my door. I opened it, and in flew Shelly, all disheveled and smiling from ear to ear.
Here we go with more of her sex stories
.

“Well, did you do it?” she asked, leaning against the bathroom door.

“Do what?” I asked, playing innocent.

“Have sex with Jesse,” she blurted out.

“Shelly, we just met! He was a perfect gentleman.”

“Oh crap, I was hoping you’d give in. According to Scott he’s got it bad for you,” she said, twisting her hair around her finger with a big smile on her face. I already knew she’d had sex with Scott; the whole ship could hear them.

“That’s nice to know, but I’m not you, and he knows that,” I said.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she bristled.

“Oh, nothing, just that you’re more experienced than I am, and I think he realized that,” I explained.

“So what do you want to do this morning?” she asked, changing the subject.

“I’d like to do some exploring after breakfast.”

“OK, I’ll go get ready; give me thirty minutes.” She flew out of my room like the whirlwind she was, my door slamming behind her.

I put on a pair of white shorts with a black top, fixed my hair, and was ready to go. I texted my mom and told her we were having fun and promised we’d take a lot of pictures. I went to knock on Shelly’s door, but it opened, and she flew out of it so fast I jumped back with a scream, my back hitting the wall. “Shelly, you scared me to death,” I yelled, holding my heart.

“Oh, Bails, get a grip! Let’s go; I’m hungry.” She hooked my arm with hers as she dragged me up the stairs.

We went to the breakfast buffet, which had every kind of breakfast food imaginable. Then we were off to do some exploring.

We found health spas, gyms for exercising, a sauna, beauty salons, a movie theater, a casino, and a lot of boutiques for shopping. There was a nine-hole putting green, a sports court with basketball hoops and volleyball net, Ping-Pong tables, a couple swimming pools, and a video-game paradise for teenagers or immature adolescents like Shelly.

I bought my mother a necklace and Taylor and myself ankle bracelets at one boutique. I knew my dad wouldn’t accept anything I bought him, so I didn’t bother.

We got pedicures and manicures and ate a light lunch before heading back to our rooms. I put my hair in a high ponytail and changed into my turquoise bikini. I tied my long, floral sarong around the top and slid into my sandals just as a knock sounded on my door. I opened it, and there stood Jesse in surf shorts and a blue T-shirt looking absolutely scrumptious.

“Hi, are you ready?” he asked, checking out my sarong.

“Yes, just let me grab my suntan lotion and sunglasses,” I said, putting them in my bag with a towel. When we walked out my door, Scott was walking toward us just as Shelly’s door flew open. She bounded out, making all three of us jump.

“Damn, Shelly, will you stop doing that?” I yelled.

“Doing what?” she asked, oblivious. She handed her bag to Scott, and off she sashayed toward the stairs, her hips swaying as she jabbered a mile a minute. Jesse looked at me smiled and shook his head; we couldn’t get a word in edgewise, so we quietly followed behind her.

It was a beautiful, sunny day on deck. We chose our lounge chairs away from the splashing from the pool and spread out our towels. I untied my sarong and set it on my bag, reaching to take my suntan lotion out of my bag. I heard a loud whistle and turned to see Jesse staring at me with a big smile.

“My God, woman, I didn’t think it was possible for you to be any more beautiful!” he said, looking at my body.

I was embarrassed, noticing everyone around us looking at me. I quickly sat on my lounge chair to hide, but Jesse just stood there staring at me. I reached into my bag and pulled out my suntan lotion.

“Here, let me help you with that,” Jesse said, taking the bottle from my hand. I turned around and laid face down on the lounge chair so he could rub the lotion all over my back and legs.

He seemed to be taking a long time as he rubbed and rubbed up and down my body. It felt good, but as his hand got higher up my thigh, I got nervous. I turned my head to look up at him. His eyes were glazed over; he seemed to be in some kind of trance, just staring at my body as his hands stroked my skin.

“Jesse, are you putting on lotion or giving me a massage?” I asked. He looked down at me, shook his head, and smiled.

“Sorry, you’re just so damn gorgeous,” he said, sitting on his lounge chair. I turned over to rub some lotion on my front as his eyes intently watched every movement my hands were making.

“Would you like me to put some on you?” I asked.

“Huh? Oh yeah, sure,” he said, turning around. His skin was smooth, and his shoulders were broad, tapering down to a slim waist. I took a little extra time myself, feeling his muscles as I moved my hands around his back and arms. I caught a glimpse of Shelly and Scott out of the corner of my eye. They were doing the same thing, only she was giggling the whole time he was rubbing lotion on her.

Keith showed up with Liza. He pulled their lounge chairs up beside us. John was all by himself. I wondered why such a big and handsome guy like him was all alone. He pulled up a chair and took out a book from his bag. As we lay in the sun, Jesse held my hand, never breaking our connection. I must have fallen asleep, because I was woken up by a hand gently shaking my shoulder. Jesse’s sexy voice whispered in my ear.

“Bailey, wake up; let’s take a dip in the pool to cool off,” he said. His green eyes were looking down at me, with his hand held out to me. I took his hand and followed him to the shallow end of the pool and down the stairs, sinking slowly into the water. The water was refreshing as we waded in deeper.

We swam out to the deep end and treaded water, watching Shelly and Scott playing in the pool like a couple of kids. They were very comical, and I couldn’t help but laugh at them.
They make a cute couple
, I thought. Jesse swam over to me and put his arms around my waist.

“Will you have dinner with me again tonight?”

“I’d love to,” I said, sliding my arms around his shoulders.

“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear,” he smiled. He suddenly launched himself backward in the water, taking me with him. I laughed as I straddled his body with water splashing up in my face. He was smiling at me as his legs kicked to keep us afloat—my very own personal and extremely handsome floating device.

It was a very intimate position, but he was just playing, so I wasn’t feeling intimidated at all. We swam around and played in the water for a while, laughing and splashing just like our friends. It was fun and refreshing and a little sexual at times as
our bodies entwined in compromising positions while we played. We finally rested against the side of the pool, his arm around me as we watched Keith and Scott still playing with the girls in the shallow end. They were running around like little kids, making a spectacle of themselves. John was still sitting on a lounge chair reading his book.

“What’s up with John?” I finally asked.

“John is engaged to Natalie, and he’s very faithful to her. The rest of us are single, if you hadn’t noticed.” He stressed his point with wiggly eyebrows and a smirk.

“Is that so?” I giggled at his expression.

“Any other questions, Miss Harris?” he smirked.

“Not at the moment,” I smirked back at him.

“Did I tell you how incredibly beautiful you are? Bailey, you have a smoking body,” he said, smiling his panty-dropping smile.

“You’re not so bad yourself, Mr. Greene,” I replied.

“Let’s see, if I recall correctly, you said that I was beautiful,” he said, throwing my words back in my face with a chuckle.

“Did I now? It must have been all that wine.”

“So tell me, did you dream of me last night?”

I blushed. “You may have crossed my mind a couple times.”

“Only a couple, I’m crushed,” he said, putting his hand over his heart and falling backward in the water for effect. “You were all I dreamed about, beautiful,” he confessed.

“I hope they were good dreams,” I said as he swam back to me.

“Oh, honey, they were the best dreams ever.” He grabbed me and twirled us around in the water. We were both giggling as John walked over to the edge of the pool and waved at Jesse.

“Jess, let’s wrap this up; it’s four thirty,” he said, pointing to his watch.

“OK, man, I’ll be right there,” Jesse said, releasing me. I looked at him, wondering what was so important that he had to leave after only a couple hours together.

“Bailey, I’ve got to go, but I’ll see you at six o’clock in the dining hall, OK?” he said, kissing me.

“I’ll be there.” I watched him pull himself up the side of the pool. He gathered his stuff, and Scott and Keith followed him, leaving us girls alone wondering what the hell had just happened.

Shelly and Liza swam out to me as we watched them walk away laughing and talking to each other.

“Where are they going in such a hurry?” Shelly asked.

“I don’t know. Jesse didn’t explain; he just said to meet him at six in the dining hall,” I told her.

“Us too,” Liza said, watching Keith. Scott had his arms up in the air in a victory pose, telling the guys something that had them all laughing.

“He’s crazy,” Shelly giggled, watching him.

“That makes two of you; you’re a match made in heaven,” I chucked.

“Yeah, well, I like him a lot, and he’s pretty damn hot in the sack,” Shelly said with raised eyebrows and a giggle.