Tales from Jaycee’s Vacations (IV)

There was more diving yesterday, and a whole lot of beach vegging.

Naturally, during the diving, I made a fool of myself. It was all going well until this very long fish started swimming toward us. It was about 3′ long and snaking its way through the waters like… well, like a snake. What was odd about it was that its top was flat instead of pointy, like normal fishes. That should have been my first clue, but my brain wasn’t functioning right. (To be honest, I’d been ogling Zuri’s body and wasn’t paying much attention to anything else.) So when it started coming at me, I tried to put some distance between us. It wouldn’t let me. Continue reading “Tales from Jaycee’s Vacations (IV)”

Tales from Jaycee’s Vacations (III)

Yesterday, we decided to do something a bit different from the usual diving (if you can EVER call diving “usual”) and went to visit some nearby Mayan ruins. Meghan had a bit of an argument over this: there were two sites to visit, one that was smaller and well preserved, the other bigger & more prestigious, but more deteriorated. Meghan wanted to see the smaller one because it would make for better photo shots, whereas I wanted to stand on top of the highest pyramid and look at the surrounding area from there. Brooke and Zuri had no real opinions on the matter, so Zuri is the one who suggested we split up. Brooke offered to go with Meghan, since she could take some great shots of him in front of the ruins He made up some excuse about building up some kind of portfolio for ad agencies, but I think it’s all part of his pickup game. He always says chicks dig adventurous guys, and what’s more adventurous than a shirtless hunk near some ruins in the middle of the jungle?

So Zuri said she’d come with me to the big site, and we’d meet back at the resort at the end of the day. I have to admit, I was a bit worried about being on my own with Zuri. Since her naked night dive with me yesterday, I’ve been wondering if she’s been hitting on me in some way. I’m typically horrible at reading signals, and (believe it or not) being roomies with a faerie that handles your sex life doesn’t help me get any better at it. So I figured I’d play it safe and avoid ALL physical contact all day long. Heck, I’d try to ignore her as much as possible.

To be honest, my plan failed miserably. Zuri just isn’t the kind of person you can ignore. First, she’s absolutely hot, so your eyes have a will of their own (and they’re not the ONLY part of your anatomy that misbehave around her). Second, she’s smart, energetic, and very engaging. As we visited the ruins, she kept touching my elbow and directing my attention to this or that. She’s the one who spotted the small tarantula on the steps of the pyramid, or the scorpion at the top of a wall in some dark recess of an ancient room. She took photos of bats flying all around her. She’s the one who made all these references to architectural principles explaining why Mayan rooms were so narrow (something to do with the angles of the arches they could build). So after the first hour of exploration, I’d abandoned my plan. By mid-afternoon, I was realizing I was getting hugely attracted to her. By the time we returned, I knew I was falling for her, and that was going to be a problem.

So I figured we should have “the conversation.” As we rode in the back on the van, I decided to bring up the topic. I said I’d had a great day, and she was great company, and I wasn’t sure why she’d chosen to come with me, but I was glad. But also, after last night, I wasn’t sure if I was reading things correctly, and didn’t want her to misunderstand the situation. I was with Meghan, she meant a lot to me, and besides, she herself was with Brooke (right?) and he was my bro, so I didn’t want to mess that up either.

She listened to me, a half-smile on her lips. When I was done, she just chuckled and said: “Jaycee, you’re so cute when you’re naive — which is most of the time, I think. You have NOTHING to worry about.”

And that was that.

Anyone knows what THAT meant?

–Jaycee

Tales from Jaycee’s Vacations (II)

Yesterday: another day of diving. We saw turtles. One decided she liked us and swam next to us for several minutes before parting ways. Brooke took some great photos of it, as well as a short video. It was absolutely gorgeous.

And last night, something quite unusual happened. Zuri (who is a certified Divemaster) wanted to do a night dive. Meghan was too tired from the day’s dive, and Brooke wasn’t in the mood for it, so we ended up going just the two of us. We rented a boat and Zuri piloted it to the mooring point a few clicks off the coast. She told me to gear up, dive first, and she’d join me shortly. So I did. Once in the water, I looked back at her on the deck, signaled that I was okay. Then, I watched in disbelief as she removed her bikini top, then the bottom. Damn, that girl is HOT. She quickly put on her equipment and followed me into the water. Continue reading “Tales from Jaycee’s Vacations (II)”

Meghan and the Funcam

Yesterday, Meg and I were supposed to get together for an early dinner, but she was called in for an evening photo shoot. There was just one snag: she’d forgotten her camera at my place; got sidetracked and all (we don’t need to get into that, do we?). So she called me in and asked if I could bring it to her. I was happy to oblige, of course. I raced back home and looked for the camera. Continue reading “Meghan and the Funcam”

She’s Baaaack…

No one is telling me anything, but I’m sure Attitude is back. She’s probably hiding, plotting more mischief to make my life miserable.

I should have known. New hot and smart chick like Meg walks up to me in a bar, flirts with me, ends up in my bed in record time, has a high sex drive  and can’t get her hands off of me… You’d think I would have picked up on the fact that this MUST be some trick from Attitude, right? Well, I never pretented to be the smartest cookie in the jar. Continue reading “She’s Baaaack…”

Movie Magic

Last night, Meghan and I met up for a movie. We’ve been spending way too much time at my place lately, so we decided it was time to take it outside, so to speak.

I should know by now that in my life, figures of speech aren’t JUST figures of speech.

When we met up at the theater, I just thought she looked incredibly hot in that jacket and tank top, and immediately wanted to undress her. It was just a thought at first, but when she kissed me hello, I could see she was thinking the same, and the thought turned into desire.

We lined up to get the tickets. There were lots of people, so I positioned her in front of me, and hugged her from behind, pushing myself against her butt. She laughed and pushed back against me. Torture, that’s what it was! I had half a mind to just say “screw this!” and take her right there. Her own breathing was a little faster and I could tell we were of one mind.

That was one long line up. I think I have a knack for choosing the slowest teller, no matter where I go. Still, we toughed it out. I whispered a few things in her ear, the kind of things that I know (by now) make her melt. Instead of responding by voice (she was in front of me and couldn’t talk back without everybody hearing), she texted me back on her cell phone. Damn, that was explicit! I risked a discreet hip thrust against her bum. She pushed back without hesitation.

I did it again. So did she.

At that point, I knew where this was headed, and the movie was quickly becoming the last thing on my mind.

We got our tickets and rushed away from the counter. As we made our way up the escalators, my hands were reaching for her crotch; she batted them away. “If you touch me there again, I swear I’m going to drop my pants right now and kiss you in front of everyone.”

(She didn’t really use the word kiss, but I’m borrowing from How I Met Your Mother to keep it clean. 🙂 )

It was only a few minutes before we reached the theater. We took our seats completely in the back, top left. I was faintly aware that I shouldn’t be fumbling for her belt buckle, or her for my zipper, not in a public place. Still, I couldn’t really control myself, nor could she. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I began suspecting there might be some faerie magic at work here, but I was past being reasonable. I would think about that later…

Just a little bit of friendly advice: most ushers and theater crew are very aware of why some couples select the back, top left seats in theaters, and apparently receive special training in handling cases like us. I don’t think, however, that the pimply teenager who came to politely ask us to stop and leave expected Meghan (who was “sitting” in my lap) to lean forward and go down on him.

So to wrap this up: he came. She came. I came. Then we left. (Some of the crowd boo’ed us, a few cheered. My cheeks were flaring red, but not Meghan. She bowed down to the audience and left with her head held high.)

Even after we left the theater, I couldn’t keep my hands off her. Same with her. We had sex three more times in different public places before reaching my flat . Then we had sex again, but I stopped counting.

This smacks of faerie magic!

Jaycee

Something Right, Something Wrong

I’ve been doing fine. I mean, REALLY fine. Since the faeweave thong incident, Meg and I have been spending a LOT of time together. We’re really into each other. Literally and figuratively. Every time she comes over, she simply grabs hold of me, throws me down on the couch or on the floor (whichever is nearest), and has her way with me.

I like her having her way with me. That’s really pretty acceptable. 🙂

On the other side, I’m increasingly worried that “Attitude” hasn’t returned — it’s now been 2+ weeks. My guess is that she IS back, but she’s hiding and up to no good. This must be the calm before the storm.

If anyone knows anything, please tell me.

Jaycee

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