I woke to hear the shower in my ensuite running. Through the half-open door, I heard someone singing quietly. I rolled out of bed, pulled a pair of boxers on and as I crossed the room I could see Stephanie showering. I stood in the doorway listening to her and looking unashamedly at her through the watery glass. I tore myself away, pulled on shorts and a tee shirt, and went to the kitchen. No one else was about, it was earlier than we usually got up.
I made a pot of coffee and sat outside by the pool. The morning air was surprisingly crisp and fresh. Halfway through drinking Stephanie appeared wrapped in towels, one around her head and another around her body.
“Morning Stephanie, you sounded lovely this morning, how did you sleep?”
“Too well, we must have fallen asleep. I woke up in your bed still. I didn’t want to wake you, or anyone else.”
“Can I get you anything, coffee, juice, anything?” In answer to my question, Stephanie raised her hand to show me a glass of water.
“Tell me to mind my own business, as I’ve no right to ask. But, err, how does someone your age get to be so, experienced?”
“It’s all different now, the internet and all the social media stuff. Everything you want to know is there. You can’t avoid it; guys just expect you to know.”
“You can read all you like, or watch videos, but you won’t learn to touch like that, or get your confidence.” I knew I should not have started this conversation it was none of my business.
“Ever since I grew these,” Stephanie wiggled her chest inside her towel, “I’ve had men hitting on me, making suggestive comments, and asking me out more recently. A few that seemed genuinely nice I have gotten to know and enjoyed some good times with. Mostly with older men, men your age, or thereabouts, mostly married too. I always thought a married man would be safer, with no strings, and no…complications. I don’t have a boyfriend as no one my age interests me.”
“I enjoy being with proper men, they know how to treat a lady. I like a man to be respectful and show me a great time, and so far I have found most have been as interested in my pleasure as their own. They are also happy to show me things and teach me things. It is all in their interest I know but I love to learn and impress. I don’t sleep around, and obviously, my parents have no idea, though a family friend was my first lover.”
I sat agog at what I was hearing. We both heard movement in the kitchen and sat quietly. I hoped we had not been overheard. Josie wandered out, coffee in hand, in her pyjamas, and joined us with a sleepy ‘good morning.’
“If you think anything I said is bad, you should ask our resident party girl here,” Stephanie beamed and pointed at Josie.
“What, what did I do? What did I miss? What are you talking about?”
“John here wanted to know how someone our age could have any experience or know anything.”
Josie looked at her and me in turn. “What have you been saying about me?”
Stephanie laughed. “Nothing, only about me, but go on, tell him about you.”
Josie sat down, next to Stephanie, and we both looked at her. I felt far more protective of her having known her so long. “You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to, let’s just park this whole conversation. I’m sorry if I made either of you feel uncomfortable.”
Stephanie looked at me, sort of shrugged her shoulders and said she was fine. Josie sat still for a few seconds and then said she was happy to tell me. “Maybe other people will stop giving me such a hard time,” she said as she looked at Stephanie.
Before anyone spoke again, we heard Ana call out as she made her way from the bedroom, joining us with a glass of juice. “Are we still doing breakfast out and then Universal again?”
“Yes, but no rush, when you’re all dressed we can go,” I said as Ana sat and we all chatted about the day ahead. I was glad of the change of subject. The whole day passed without any real incident. I tended to hang back a little more in queues and when walking, paying more attention to the people noticing the girls. I’m sure I saw more than one note handed over during the day.
During the afternoon I found myself sitting with Josie while Ana and Stephanie had joined a long queue for a thrill ride. “Can I tell you what Stephanie meant about me being a party girl?” Josie said. I looked around, we were seated alone in a quiet area, and I hoped we would be unlikely to be disturbed or overheard. I wanted to know, but at the same time, wanted naively to preserve the innocent air I felt she held with me. I said I would be happy to hear as long as she was comfortable telling me.
Josie started to speak, slowly at first, as if gauging my reaction. Before she got going, I stopped her. I knew I was not her first, but wanted to believe I was at least part of a small group. I felt the same way about Stephanie too, she seemed so experienced. I was also clinging desperately to the hope that my Ana was still as innocent as I hoped. I had not seen or heard about a boyfriend at home and she was not in the habit of coming home late.
I changed the subject and said perhaps we should park this conversation for another time. I toyed with the thought that it seemed likely Stephanie and even Josie had already experienced more lovers than I had. Somehow it seemed wrong to think about it. We sat back and watched people wander by until Ana and Stephanie returned. The rest of the day was uneventful, and we opted for an all you can eat buffet place on the way back to the villa.
No one overate for a change and we arrived back at the villa mid-evening. I said I was going to sit outside for a while and have a dip in the pool and went to put on my swimmers. The girls joined me lounging by the pool after a short while. All three were in swimwear. Josie was in the one piece she first wore, and Ana and Stephanie were both in small string tie bikinis.
Before I embarrassed myself, I slipped into the water and swam lazily back and forth. We played in the pool together for a while. I thought it was a miracle that the skimpy bikinis managed to stay in place through the jumping and splashing. I climbed out to retrieve another wayward ball and sat to watch the girls playing together. My cold, wet shorts helped keep my cock under control while they were in the water. As the girls started to climb out I went back to my room to shower so I did not show myself up.