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“I apologize. I hope that I haven’t offended you.”

“No, Victor. Not at all. I’m not offended. It’s a tempting proposal, but as you can imagine being a businessman yourself, that is something you would need Valentina’s approval on. She sets the rules for Paraiso Belo.”

“Of course. Do you think it would pose a problem?”

“I don’t see why it would because in the end, it’s about business and she is
very much the businesswoman.”

“If it happens that it is an impossibility, would you be open to seeing me when I visit the States on business?”

Whoa
! The conversation took an unexpected and very serious turn, and I needed a diversion. We was supposed to be about fun, not negotiations.

I reached underneath the table to caress
between his legs, massaging until I felt his manhood react.

“I think that’s a response to my invitation to play,” I teased.

He looked down with a knowing smile.

“I guess it would seem that way, huh?”

“
I guess so,
” I grinned. “Of course you’re free to walk behind me the entire way so that my new friend’s intentions are well-hidden from the public.”

“I rather like that idea,” he responded.

~*~*~

Moments later we were back in our suite going at each other, feverishly.

Foreplay out the way, we ripped our own clothes off and minutes later, as the warm shower water ran against our bodies, I was against the shower wall being fucked hard and squeaky clean.

The strength in his legs and his stamina, were unparalleled – at least from what I had to compare them to up to that point. He was only my third lover, but by far the best.

He gifted me with grown man performance.

When he turned me toward the wall so he could enter me from behind, I screamed in pleasure as the warm stream travelled around my shoulders, down my back, and his rod glided in and out of my eager hole. We reached a mutual climax that was explosive and wonderfully satisfying. 

Was it him? Was it the water? Was it the fact that we were in the shower and it was a first? Whatever it was, it was…phenomenal. I was officially in love with sex and all aspects of it.

“
Thank you Victor,
” I said, thinking it went unheard. But when he responded through labored breaths, “No Gabriella,
thank you
…” I realized it was loud and clear.

Not long after the shower, we found ourselves in the bedroom, me riding up and down his rod. I wanted it all. I wanted to remember that it was inside me. I wanted memories to take with me as I was on my flight home and as I fell asleep in my own queen-sized bed long after.

When he turned me over and mounted me, securing my hands over my head with a belt from the terry cloth robe, I surrendered my entire body to him. I left him to the driver’s seat as he licked, suckled, and plunged, and I couldn’t have been more satisfied with the outcome.

At the end, depleted of energy and sore in all the right places, I fell into a deep sleep lying next to Victor.

~*~*~

The morning Victor left for home was like saying goodbye to an old friend. We had connected.

I spent the last two days getting acquainted with the girls in the guest house – lounging, swimming and having fun.

Paraiso Belo turned out to be an event-filled, sexually charged, vacation.

On the last day, I shared a farewell lunch with both Valentina and Natalia.

“Valentina, this was an experience to remember. I loved every minute of it – from the lounge to the bedroom,” I giggled.

“Yay!” Natalia exclaimed.

“So does that mean you’ll be back?” Valentina asked with her fingers crossed. “I think you would be a great addition to the Paraiso Belo family.”

Looking back and forth between the two of them, I blurted out, “It most certainly does!”

~*~*~

I got my wish.

On the way to the airport, on my flight, when I took my shower after arriving home and when I headed to bed
, beneath my own sheets, my body still tingled at the thought of Victor’s manhood deep inside of me.

Bouncing Back

CHAPTER 12

~*~*~

Old habits die hard.

Daydreaming had been a problem for me since I was a kid. That’s exactly what I was doing at that moment, wondering how I could get away with deferring my entry to UC Berkeley until the following spring.

I wasn’t feeling school. I had just finished twelve years of it! All the homework…
yuck
! Being talked
at…for the birds
! Having to adhere to the beliefs of know-it-all teachers for a good grade…
next
!

Nope, as much as I tried, I just wasn’t that interested.

Getting back from Brazil where I was in the midst of beauty, happiness and sensuous freedom, all I could think of was how glamorous life was for Natalia – especially since I had a chance to taste that life myself.

I wanted a slice. A
fat
slice. I wanted to be as free as the girls at Paraiso Belo. I wanted it badly. What I
did
not
want badly was to embark on a 4-year journey of college life.

Damn…4 years
. Just the thought of it…That’s a long ass time!

I’d much rather be back underneath Paulo and grabbing onto his back for dear life as he gave me the first taste of love stick ever. Or, even better having insanely hot, loud, mature sex with Victor in that beautiful ocean-themed suite at Paraiso Belo.

The memories were still fresh. Even after a week – eight days to be exact – my body still reacted to mere thoughts of his touch…his kisses…the
penile
tration.

I wished I could use
those
particular arguments for taking a year off before school and living in Brazil for a year, but I knew it wouldn’t fly too well with my parents.

In fact, I was pretty sure they would deny my existence at all. 

Hey, maybe if I was up front and honest and told my parents that Victor helped me get over Kenny in a few short days by fucking my brains out, sucking my nipples into submission, and licking in places I didn’t know could react to human touch, they would see the benefits of it.

Yeah, right!

Right after they ignored the fact that I was damn near grown and took turns beating my ass. 

I didn’t even know why I was sitting there trying to think of ways out of the whole school thing. It wasn’t happening.

So why even dream for something that could never be attained? For one, if my parents knew a single piece of what I had been up to, they would shit enough bricks to build a house in the country; and two, they would never allow me to
live
in Brazil.

It wasn’t like a trip to
Los Angeles where I could catch a flight and be checked into my hotel ninety minutes after boarding the plane.

So yeah, living in
Brazil would’ve certainly been a “
Hell no!
” and “
Where exactly over the Atlantic did you lose your damn mind
?”

Neither Gabriel nor Alexis would be having any of that.

CHAPTER 13

~*~*~

When
August rolled around, off to UC Berkeley I went to begin my Freshman year of college.

I pushed myself. If I was going, I was going to go hard. No in between.

While most of my peers were earning their degrees to pursue the most attractive package at a Fortune 500, because of Valentina, I was determined to have my
own
company. I had my mind set on being an employer, not an employee.

I wanted to build a legacy – an empire. Simply put, I wanted something big to show for it all at the end.

Even with all the inner thinking and debating that I endured, when I finally got there I found that college life wasn’t as horrific as I imagined it would be. I was a better student than I thought, and actually liked my classes and the professors who taught them. I even managed to make a few worthy friends along the way.

I breezed through effortlessly, making the grade the entire way.

Extra incentive was the fact that there were many, many cute boys, of all flavors, everywhere I looked. A definite plus.
And
heading to
Brazil every year to play hostess at Paraiso Belo for spring break didn’t hurt things.

I feared my schooling would get in the way because of the demand, but everything fell into place nicely and I always returned home, invigorated and ready for whatever came next.

~*~*~

I met Kelli during junior year in my Micro Economics class. Unlike me, she was majoring in Mass Communications and her sole focus was on being the scholar.

Her dream was to work for Pixar and hang with the yuppie crowd in Emeryville. She was an overall cool girl who seemed grounded and reminded me of myself a little, which is probably why I was drawn to her.

I didn’t know her story, but felt like one was there. A silent beauty – not so much that she wasn’t aware of her beauty, just that she didn’t let it define her or rule how she conducted herself. I admired that.

In a class of 72, we both managed to find our way to the back of the room each session. She’d always acknowledge me, just nothing past the obligatory smile, followed by a friendly “
Hey
.” Then she was off typing her lecture notes on the Dell laptop she brought to every class.

One day as I was packing up to leave, she remarked, “Could Thursday have been any slower getting here?”

“I know, right?” was my response.

Apparently, all it took was starting a dialog, because from those few words, we began a conversation and hit it off immediately.

Like me, Kelli was an only child. Both of us were close to our parents, evidenced by the fact that neither of us left the state to pursue our four-year degrees.

How many young adults had the means
and
opportunity to “go away” for school but
didn’t
? Exactly.

While Kelli lived in student housing, my apartment was off campus – a gift from my parents when I got to junior year and maintained a 3.8 GPA. 

Because of my obsession with space, I opted out of living amongst other students. No roommate situations for me. Even a single dorm would have left me feeling claustrophobic, because they’re so small.

Perhaps if I’d had siblings I might have had a different outlook. However, since I didn’t…

My bedroom growing up was always somewhere in the 500 square foot range, and even then I still needed more room. So when my new apartment boasted an additional 700 square feet, I was ecstatic – and still not at all willing to share.

Although Kelli had spent many nights, and we hung out quite often, offering her the extra room never crossed my mind.

Not that she hadn’t hinted many times with, “Girl! Do you know how much fun it would be if we roomed together?”

I became a master of changing subjects during those times.

Not interested.

Besides…good friends have no business entering into such an arrangement. It never ended well. I’d seen my fair share of Judge Judy episodes to know that was a recipe for disaster.

The subject was finally dropped, the day she broached the topic with a joke.

“So, I was thinking…
we could try being roommates for a few weeks to see how it works out.”

I sat there thinking,
this girl can’t be serious
. I’d never even made such a reference. Immediately my mind went to,
well looks like this friendship is coming to an end because she’s going to be major offended when I tell her “No
.”

“Where is that coming from, Kelli?” I asked out of curiosity.

“I’m over here so much it just makes sense.”

“To who? It would make sense if I’d extended that offer – and I haven’t,” I said sternly.

When Kelli burst into a fit of laughter, complete with clutching her stomach and all, I didn’t see the humor.

My emotions were bouncing back and forth between,
what the hell is wrong with her
? and how a blossoming friendship was about to be stopped mid-traffic, when it didn’t have to be.

“What the hell is so funny?”

“
You’re funny
, Gabriella!”

“Am I?”

“Yep, you are!”

An attitude had crept in
, and I was growing angrier by the minute.

“Okay
…whatever,” I snapped at her as I walked into the kitchen to make a sandwich, and hoping she’d be showing herself out soon.

“Gabriella!”
she yelled after me, “I’m kidding with you, girl! Relax!”

I turned around and shot her a
don’t fuck with me
look, and the smile she’d been harboring across her face, disappeared.

“Dang! Why’d you take that so seriously? You know that I know better than anybody how much you crave your space. I’m not trying to move in on your territory. I just saw how you made a mad dash to the hottest topic each time it was brought up and thought I’d mess with you.”

I finally allowed my frown to turn upward.

“You are
not
funny, Kelli…
at all
.”

“
We good
?” she asked extending her hand for a truce.

I smacked her hand from in front of me.

“
Now
we’re good, you asshole!”

We got a good laugh out of it.

~*~*~

One day headed to our regular lunch spot for crepes, Kelli invited me to attend a party at her mother’s house. She’d invited me before, but always during a time where I had to get a paper written or some other deadline met.

From what Kelli told me, her mother was always throwing parties.

What consistently crossed my mind the times she asked, was w
ho had parties during the week
? They always seemed to fall on any other day, except an end of the week day.

I accepted the offer to attend because, for once, it was doable. I was excited to see what all the hype was about.

I figured it would be a great release for a brain on data overload, and as much time as Kelli and I spent together, neither of us had met the other’s parents yet.