Back to the room

Of the four people seated around the table eating lunch and talking to each other, Scott was definitely the one who said the least, and this was primarily due to conflict that was raging inside of him as he constantly switched between looking straight ahead at Margali and turning his head to admire Tanya, noting how her eyes would sparkled and her hands and full lips moved as she carried on the conversation.

While the feel of Margali’s hand touching his or that of her foot rubbing against his was certainly a pleasant experience, the most noticeable effect that her behaviour towards him had was to make him even more certain that his feelings for Tanya went way beyond those of a common crush, and that made him feel even worse about how relaxed she seemed as she talked to John.

Finally, once they had all finished eating and as Margali’s foot slid up his right ankle, Scott decided that he simply couldn’t bear it any longer, and so pushed his chair away as he shot up on his feet.

“I’m going to head back,” Scott announced as Tanya looked up at him from her seat.

“Okay, you want me to come with you?” Tanya asked, though she was no longer the seductive voice which Scott had quickly grown very accustomed to. Instead, she sounded almost like she was worried about him.

“Yeah… sure,” Scott replied, “John, Margali, it was a pleasure meeting you.”

“You too, Scott,” John nodded at Scott and Margali offered him a wink and a smile that made him wish that he’d met her under different circumstances.

“So, you okay baby?” Tanya asked Scott a little while later as the two of them were walking through the corridors on their way back to their room, her question coinciding with her slipping her arm inside his and supporting herself against his side as she leaned in and placed a kiss on his cheek.

“Yeah, I guess…” Scott’s reticent reply was informed by his inability to come up with the words that could express what he was feeling, and his fear that she would react negatively to it even if he did manage to articulate it.

“Scott, seriously…” Tanya stopped and placed her hands on Scott’s hips, turning him around to face her, “you barely said a word during lunch… what’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Scott lied, and instantly knew that that much was obvious to Tanya.

“Scott, I can tell something’s wrong.” Tanya insisted.

“Look, I’ll tell you about it later,” Scott said, placing his hands on Tanya’s wrists, “I promise.”

“Well, you better…” Tanya warned him, but then let go of his hips and grasped hold of his hand instead.

Once they got back to their room, Tanya walked straight into it and stopped in the middle of the floor to kick off her sneakers before carrying on to undo the front of her denim cut-offs, the faded jeans being of such a miniscule size that calling them shorts would have been to dramatically exaggerate their size, while Scott remained in the doorway and watched how her leaning forwards slightly as she slipped the cut-offs down her long, toned legs served to further accentuate the glorious shape of her ass.

“So,” Tanya turned around and stood in front of Scott clad only in her skimpy white top and her matching cotton socks, with one of the spaghetti-straps of her top having slid off her shoulder, “you’re going to tell me about it now?”

The outfit which Tanya had chosen to wear for their visit to the cafeteria had made her look like the quintessential Southern Belle, and Scott had sort of been hoping that she’d worn it for his benefit. Strangely enough, while there had been women there who had been dressed in ways so outrageous and with the kind of glossy materials that he’d barely known existed, Scott hadn’t had a hard time deciding that none of them could ever dare hope to look as sexy as Tanya, and even now he took the opportunity to soak in how the majestic swell of her round tits filled out her low-cut top so perfectly while trying to come up with the right words.

“Yeah, it’s about our ground rules…” Scott began, but then fell silent.

“What about them?” Tanya asked, hoping to press some information out of the lanky Southerner.

“You know how I’m supposed to not be with anyone else while I wear this strap,” Scott rubbed his hand against the white band around his wrist, “Well, I was kind of hoping that the same thing would apply to you too.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah, I mean, you don’t have to agree to it or anything, but I would kinda like it if you did,” Scott said, wondering if what he was saying could possibly make any sense at all.

“You want me to just be with you until that strap comes off?” Tanya summarized what Scott was trying to say.

“Well, I mean, you can still fool around with other girls if you want to, but I don’t really want you to… you know, with other guys.”

“Why not?” Tanya asked, although she sounded more intrigued than annoyed,
“Would it make you jealous or something?”

“Uh… I… no…” Scott stammered out, and saw that a light just went off inside Tanya’s head.

“That’s it!” Tanya at first sounded almost gleeful to finally know what had been bothering Scott, but then she adopted a more serious expression as she began to realize the implications that it brought with it, “You’d be jealous if I slept with another bloke, wouldn’t you?”

“I… I mean… Seriously, it’s nothi…” Scott attempted to get out some sort of intelligible response.

“Scott, please just tell me,” Tanya pleaded with him.