For Carm
Disclaimer: Don't own them, please don't sue me.
Distribution: Flights.
Rating: R
Content: I'm not telling...
Summary: Someone rethinks their first impression of someone else.
A vacation-- Carm couldn't believe it. She was on her way to her very first vacation in-- she didn't remember how long. No one knew exactly where she was, no phone numbers to reach her at and she had left behind her PC, her cell phone, her palm pilot. All she had with her were pieces of ID and clothes, and not much of that. Shorts, sarongs, swimsuits, a couple of dresses, sandals-- and no underwear. After all, she was here for fun, wasn't she?
An hour after her plan had landed, the van pulled into the resort just in time to see a couple of young women run out of the resort, wearing very little and squealing as men followed them laughing and hollering as well.
Carm smiled. Within fifteen minutes, she'd be partaking in all the fun activities.
And true to her word, fifteen minutes later, Carm was in her fire-engine red bikini, on a lounge chair by the beach, sipping on a icy piņa colada and enjoying the sun and the atmosphere. After about an hour, she'd met several eager young men and had accepted their offers for various activities for the next day.
However, when it came time for dinner, she found herself sitting at a table by herself. True, she had a great view of the beach and was fairly close to the bar, but she was sitting there by herself. She'd come here to meet different people, not to have dinner alone. She glanced around the terrace and saw that everyone was sitting in couples or in groups. Friendships had already been established and she'd arrived late.
She sighed and got up to go to the bar.
"Excuse me," said a voice behind her, "are you leaving?"
"No. Why?"
"Well, I was sitting all alone at my table and I saw you sitting all alone at your table and I figured we could sit together?"
"I'd like that. I'm Carm."
"I'm Steph. Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too."
"So, first time in Jamaica?"
"Yeah. You?"
"Second time. But it's daunting, since I came alone and all."
"Me too."
"Wow. We were fated to meet then. Were you going somewhere?" Steph asked.
"Just to get a drink. Want something?"
"Strawberry daiquiri?"
"Two strawberry daiquiris then. I'll be right back."
During the next couple of days, Steph and Carm struck an easy friendship, finding they had a lot of things in common, both of them being driven professionals who only took time off for themselves when it was absolutely necessary. They became inseparable. Guys came and went and yet, they stuck it out.
"Is it the guys?" Steph asked Carm one evening.
"Or it is us? It's the guys. Look at us, we're smart, competent and way too much women for them."
"It's their loss then?"
"Most definitely."
Carm laughed and looked at Steph. She was a pretty girl with the fresh looks of the girl next door and that's why guys were attracted to her, in that bring her home to meet the parents way. On the other hand, she was the complete opposite. Dark and mysterious, the guys she attracted thought about filling their nights with her, not their days.
On the last day of their vacation, Carm was sitting on a lounge chair under a palm tree when Steph joined her. She'd just been swimming, Carm realized taking in the brief blue bikini bottoms and the white singlet Steph had rolled up into something of a bikini top.
"All right, I give up. The last day of our vacation and we still haven't gotten laid it's not right, I tell you, not right."
"That's why I went shopping this morning," Carm said, pointing to her large straw bag.
"Goodies?"
"Goodies."
Stephanie looked in the back and her blue eyes went wide.
"You've had a busy morning..."
"Yes. I was waiting for you to wake up but I figured you'd enjoy sleeping in on the last day."
"So when..."
"I figure the sooner the better. I mean, we have a whole week to make up for, don't we?"
"So why are were still down here?" Steph asked, grabbing Carm's bag and running up to the resort.
Carm followed at a much slower pace and went to the resort restaurant to order a tray of cold meats, fruits and veggies and lots of water. By the time she made it to Steph's room, the young woman was already sitting on the bed, rolling up a joint while one of the movies Carm had picked up was already playing on TV.
"Well, you don't waste any time," Carm grinned.
"Unlike you," said Steph, right before licking the paper and finishing her rolling. "Where were you?"
"Ordering food and drinks-- munchies, remember those?"
"Oh right. Good thinking."
"I do that sometimes."
Smiling, Stephanie stuck the doobie in her mouth, thoroughly wetting it and then lighting it. She took the first long drag, her eyes closing blissfully.
"Here," she said, passing it to Carm, "enjoy."
"Thanks."
For the following hour, they sat and laid on Steph's bed, watching dirty movies and smoking up, getting slowly aroused. Carm didn't even realize how turned on she was until she saw Steph watching her as she caressed her own breast.
"Uh, sorry about that."
"It's OK. I mean-- you just got caught up in the moment."
"I know, but still..."
"It looked like it felt nice."
"That's no excuse."
"You know-- I've been wondering. I mean, you take care of your body and all and your skin is so smooth. Is it smooth all over?"
Carm couldn't believe it. Steph was actually trying to seduce her. And the worst part was, she couldn't think of a reason to turn her down.
"Why don't you feel for yourself?"
Steph couldn't believe her luck and even when Carm took her hand and covered her breast with it.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah," Carm whispered, pressing her mouth in the hollow of Steph's throat, "I'm sure. Are you?"
"Oh yes," said Stephanie, sliding her hand into the top of her friend's swimsuit. "I'm as sure as sure can get."
For the rest of the night, the two young women assuaged their needs in each other's arms, learning to love each other in new and thrilling ways. Their lovemaking came easily to them, comfortable as they were with each other.
The next day, they sat together in the airport, waiting for their flights.
"Will you stay in touch?" Steph asked.
"Yes, I promise."
"You'd better."
"FLIGHT 298 TO NEW YORK CITY, JFK. ALL PASSENGERS TO GATE 11."
"That's me," Steph sighed, getting up.
"Yeah, it is."
"So I'll be going."
"OK. Have a nice flight. Thanks. And thanks for the great vacation."
"Yeah, same here."
With a disappointed sigh, Steph grabbed her bag and started to walk away. Carm stared after her for a moment. And then, she went running after her.
"Steph! Steph! Slow down!"
"What? Did I grab something of yours by mistake?"
"Yeah, you did!" Carm whispered, hurtling herself straight into her lover's arms.
Unmindful of the stares they were drawing, the young women shared a long and passionate kiss that raised their temperature by a few degrees.
"What," Steph finally pulling away from Carm, "did I take?"
"My heart. So you'd better call me the moment you get home, okay?"
"Will do. And Carm?"
"Yeah. Consider it an exchange. Mine for yours, okay?"
"OK. Bye."
"Bye."
Carm went back to her seat, to wait for her plane. She'd come to Jamaica for something completely different from what she was getting. Oh well, she told herself, you never know what you're going to get. You just get it.