Plans for the next step

Sophie awoke next morning with his bear like arms wrapped around her. She was curled up into a ball, facing away from him. She felt safe, protected.

She slipped out of bed and padded, naked, to the bathroom. Her shower was quick and purposeful, more to refresh herself for the day ahead in the sun than anything. He came in as she was towelling dry. She sat on the toilet, watching him watching her pee, as he showered. She loved his body, a little extra weight but tall and strong.Those arms that had so recently been wrapped around her, now soaping his body.

She sighed, wishful thinking briefly surfacing, before they discussed their day ahead. Their days would be much the same in this idyllic place, centred on the pool and the beach, but he asked if she would mind befriending the American more. The look on his face conveyed the full meaning of ‘befriend’. He wanted her to fuck him. She didn’t exactly mind, part of her had already decided it would be fun, but it also saddened her in a way that hadn’t expected until recently, maybe until last night. She wanted him to want her in that way, too.

Sophie didn’t show her inner feelings as she dabbed and flushed before turning away to dress under his watchful eyes, a slight lump in her throat. She was a tough girl, and wasn’t used to this, but her eyes had welled up with tears.

“What is happening to me?”, she thought?