Monday, February 16, 2015
8am
Hey Diary!
I woke up all wired, super pumped and dying to hit the beach and, mainly, debut the new red string bikini I’d picked out specifically to stir shit up.
I called Carol into my room, holding two options, but I already knew exactly which one I was gonna go with.
— Cuz, which one do you think looks better? Which one’s gonna cause more of a scene? — I asked, biting the corner of my mouth.
She stared at me, dead serious, almost worried, like she could read exactly what I was plotting.
— If you really wanna get his attention, that red one’s perfect. But cuz… be careful, okay? Diego’s a total perv and only thinks with his dick. Seriously, take it easy… I don’t wanna see you hurting later.
Even with her warning echoing like a bad omen, my body wasn’t listening. I wanted to provoke. I wanted to feel that hungry stare of his sliding over my skin. I wanted to find out how far this forbidden game could go… before we got lost in it for good.
I slipped on the red bikini, tied a careful bow on each side and checked myself in the mirror. Holy fuck… I loved what I saw. The bottoms formed a sharp “V,” cut just right, making my ass look even perkier. The top squeezed my tits, outlining my nipples so nothing was left to the imagination.
I turned slowly: front, side, back. The red bows swayed lightly with every move, brushing my skin and highlighting the curve of my little ass.
A warm flush rose through my belly. I bit my lower lip, smiling at my reflection. I didn’t see that insecure girl from before anymore. My body was changing, filling out, and for the first time I actually felt sexy.
— That’s it — I murmured, satisfied. — I’m ready to wreck the beach.
9am
We walked to Geribá beach with the sun already blazing in a deep blue sky, not a single cloud. The air was hot and heavy, that classic sticky Búzios heat. When I dropped my shorts and stood there in just the bikini, I felt eyes all over me, eating me up. But one stare hit different… intense, starving, cutting straight through my body and making my heart pound like crazy.
Diego’s stare.
He looked at me. And it wasn’t just a look. It was a slow, shameless once-over, no shame whatsoever, like he was peeling my clothes off with his eyes. He fucked me right there with that gaze, taking his time, no hiding it, devouring every curve with a hunger I could feel on my skin.
— Fuck, Rafa, you look so fucking hot in that bikini — he said, voice low, like he didn’t want anyone else to hear.
I was speechless. Straight up. Blushed on the spot, but inside… that rush hit me because I knew my plan was working. And he didn’t stop there: I grabbed the sunscreen, turned my back to him and handed him the bottle over my shoulder, trying to play it casual:
— Diego, can you rub some on my back? Otherwise I’m gonna burn all over.
He paused for a second. Then took the bottle, and I felt his big, warm hands on my skin. He started at my shoulders, sliding slowly down my spine, spreading the lotion with firm, slow strokes. Every pass of his hands gave me goosebumps that went straight between my legs. When he reached the curve of my waist, his fingers brushed the side of my tits and I held my breath. He took longer than necessary, massaging like he was savoring every inch.
— There… — he murmured, all smug, right by my ear. — Now you’re protected… from the sun.
My whole body was burning, and it wasn’t just the sun.
Later we went into the water. He came up behind me while I was jumping waves and, for the first time, I felt his body pressed right against mine. Chest on my back, hips grinding into my ass, legs brushing mine. My heart slammed so hard I thought it’d burst. The heat of him mixed with the cold water made me dizzy.
When I turned around, our faces were so close they almost touched. I could feel the warmth of his breath on my wet skin. For a second I thought he was gonna kiss me right there in front of everyone.
But… it didn’t happen.
He just smiled, said something stupid and pulled away. And that was it. No matter how bad I wanted more, deep down I knew I was being an idiot for building it all up.
The next days in Búzios felt like a dream I never wanted to wake from. Diego and I got closer every day. We talked, laughed at dumb shit, and he started showing a sweeter, gentler side. When he wanted to, he really knew how to be perfect.
In my lovesick teenage head it was obvious: he was with the wrong girlfriend. Every lingering look, every complicit smile, every “accidental” touch made me sure we were meant for each other. That the universe was pushing us together.
But way down in my chest, a little voice kept whispering that I was still too young to get that desire doesn’t listen to reason… and that the sea in Búzios held promises just as beautiful as they were dangerous.