"What would you like to do today, beautiful?" I asked, kissing Laura's forehead as she woke.

"Sleep," she said groggily, and I laughed.

"Don't be lazy, come on!" I hit her with a pillow, "get up! I want to go out."

"But we went out yesterday," she complained, pushing the pillow away, "and every day before that for the past week and a half. Can't we just have one lazy day? Isn't that what holidays are about?"

I knew she was fully awake, she could never have said all that if she was still sleepy.

"How about if you come out with me today, I'll stay at home with you tomorrow?" I suggested. Laura groaned in exasperation, but agreed.

I jumped off the bed, pulling her with me, and tugged off her pyjama top.

"Hey, what's this?" She looked down at me, amused, as I pulled down the bottoms. "I'm definitely awake now."

I looked up at her and shook me head no, with a smile.

"I'm only helping you, you'd take forever on your own, and don't give me that look!"

She stopped biting her lip, and trying to eye fuck me, and pouted instead.

"But you're down there already, couldn't you ju-"

"No," I said firmly, and tugged down her boy shorts.

She exhaled sharply, and I instantly froze.

"Lilly," she sounded pained. I was so close to the route of her pain. I could smell her arousal, and clenched my fists tightly, trying to resist temptation.

I allowed myself a quick peek at her face, and was instantly gone.

"Fuck it," I buried my face between her thighs, having to stretch my neck in an awkward position to reach her properly. But the instant I tasted her it didn't matter.

Her wet juices coated my tongue, and I savoured the flavour. I slowed down, licking gently and slowly, drawing it out, enjoying it.

"Lilly," Laura panted, "don't go slow."

I didn't pay her any heed, if anything I went even slower.

"Lilly!" She said loudly, "please!"

"Be patient," I instructed and she moaned.

"I can't!"

I still refused to speed up, and she thrust against me, trying desperately to urge me into a higher speed. I didn't comply.

"If you won't," she whimpered, "I will," and she pushed my head away, and slid her hand between her legs.

Her fingertips massaged her clit, and I watched them eagerly. I took in the sight, and watched her face as she moaned. I moaned with her, and my fingers itched to take the place of hers.

I pulled her down to the ground, laying her across the shag rug. I kneeled in front of her, spreading her legs with mine, and pulled her hand away from her dripping heat.

I slowly and deliberately sucked her fingers dry. Laura's eyes half closed as she watched me with evident enjoyment.

I released her hand, and trailed my hands across her stomach. She whimpered when I got close to her clit, so close I nearly brushed it with the tip of my fingers. I waited there as long as I could, which wasn't very long at all. I wanted to draw it out but I couldn't. I wanted her too badly.

My fingers found her pearl as though by their own will. They teased it between their tips while my other hand tortured her nipple.

"Don't be so gentle!" She demanded and I moaned. I felt her get wetter at the sound, which only released it once again.

She was making me so hot and wet I was only just managing to hold off from touching myself, something I never wanted to do again. My few failed attempts when I was younger had put me off the idea for life. Plus now that I had Laura to do all the work for me why would I want to do it myself?

"Lilly!" Laura shouted, and I blinked at her. "Are you trying to kill me?" She asked in a raised voice.

"No."

"Then don't be so fucking gentle!"

My eyebrows shot up at her language and attitude, but I couldn't say it wasn't incredibly sexy.

"Yes babe," I agreed weakly, too turned on to tease her any longer.

My fingers tirelessly tugged and twisted her clit, with me half wishing I was touching my own aching body. Her hips jolted up to meet my fingers, and our moans joined each other as she began to shake. Her body moved in a slow, drawn out grinding motion, which reminded me of some dancers I'd once seen when I was a child. Their bodies had twisted and moved in ways I couldn't have managed to do without breaking multiple things, most of all my back. Laura's brow was deeply furrowed, her mouth forming a perfect 'O'. My heart skipped a beat. I still couldn't believe I could do things such as this to someone so heartbreakingly beautiful.

"Fuck," she moaned, "my god, Lilly you're so fucking... Fuck!"

I lowered my head and drank all the sweet nectar spilling from inside her. It was a struggle not to slip my tongue inside her and lick her clean.

"Lilly," Laura's hands ran through my hair gently, "kiss me."

I moved back up her body and pressed my still slightly wet lips to hers. We parted, and she smiled at me, before standing up, shaking a little as her body was still weak.

I pouted at her, still sitting on the floor.

"Didn't you want to go out?" She watched me with amusement, "plus I need to get cleaned up now. Care to join me?" She held her hand out to me and I took it. We walked together to the shower hand in hand.

***

It was too warm. The street Laura and I were walking down was filled with people, and the sun was roasting my hair. Laura's hand was hot and slightly sweaty in mine, but not so much I wanted to let go. There was a slight breeze, which only got stronger the closer we got to our destination.

We were going to the beach. We'd been there a few days before and it was amazing, golden sand, and a sparkling blue sea. It was like being somewhere tropical. Or so Laura told me.

She had apparently been on a cruise once and visited the Caribbean. She said this was better though, because she had me there with her. I'd grinned and called her a sap, to which she shrugged and said I brought it out in her. That was still making me smile now.

It dropped when a man shouted something at us in Spanish, and it didn't sound friendly. He was small, with a shiny bald head and huge muscles. There was a tattoo on his left bicep of some sort of black symbol which I didn't know the meaning to. I stared at it while he yelled. Laura's fingers clenched tightly around mine, squeezing them so much they hurt.

"Ignore it," I whispered, "it's not like we can understand it anyway."

"I think we guess what he's saying," she said, her teeth gritted, slightly muffling her words.

I knew what she meant but I didn't want to think about it.

"Let's just go to the beach and forget about it, okay?" I begged.

"I don't want to," she flexed clenched her jaw tightly, "but it's for the best," she ripped her gaze from the highly muscled man, and smiles thinly at me, then we continued down the street.

I shivered at the sudden breeze when we reached the seafront, and she glanced over at me with concern.

"Are you cold?"

"No, I just wasn't expecting it to be so cool here." She frowned, then shrugged.

"If you do get cold tell me, okay?"

"Sure," I agreed, wondering where her sudden concern was coming from, but relating it to what had just happened. While I was think about that I should ask. "Are you still angry?"

"A little," she admitted and I squeezed her hand tightly in mine.

"You want to do something to calm down?" I asked and she nodded yes.

"Come in the sea with me," I grabbed her hand, and we weaved our way though the crowds of people, leaving our shoes out of reach if the water.

We waded into the water, and I splashed her playfully. She pretended to be hurt, then splashed me back. I squealed, and kicked water at her, drenching her. She stood stock still for a minute while I giggled nervously. Then she ran towards me.

She wasn't very fast due to the water, and I thought I'd be able to escape her. Turns out I was wrong.

Her arms scooped me up, then she threw me into the water. I came up coughing and spluttering and she laughed.

I pouted, and folded my arms in a huff, my soggy clothes sticking to me like an extra layer of skin. I shivered and she wrapped her arms around me.

"I'm sorry baby, but you shouldn't have splashed me." Her hands rubbed my arms but her attempt to be sympathetic failed as she was laughing too hard.

"I'm not happy," I sulked, and left the water.

I picked my shoes off the sand and padded across it, the soles of my feet almost burning in the warm sand.

It took me a while to get back, much longer than it had to get out to the water. This was because I was moping. My clothes weren't even wet anymore, the sun had steamed them dry.

"Lilly!" Laura ran up behind me, and flung her arms around my shoulders, "don't be in a mood with me, I was only playing."

"I know," I smiled, "do you want ice cream?"

"I guess, I'm not the biggest fan."

"You don't like ice cream?" My eyes bugged out of my head, "how do I know you?"

"I taught you for the best year of your life," she smirked.

"I think I remember, vaguely."

"I didn't like you at first," Laura admitted suddenly, out of nowhere.

"What? Why?"

"I have no idea, I just didn't."

"I thought you were mean," I argued.

"I was a bit," she agreed, "it was my first time teaching properly, I wanted to make a good impression.

"So you shouted at us constantly?" I pouted. "You wear the only teacher who shouted at me."

"You must've hated me."

"I didn't actually, you were too beautiful for that," I said, without thinking.

"You thought that?" She asked, and I blushed furiously.

"Y-Yes," I managed to stutter.

"Oh," she smiled at me, "thank you."

We stood in the line at the ice cream shop, everyone around us talking in rapid Spanish.

Laura and I didn't say much, simply stood and took in the foreign atmosphere.

When we got to the front we pointed at what we wanted and Laura handed them the money needed, both of us guessing the actual amount.

We walked back along the sand, which was a fraction cooler than before as the sun was beginning to go down.

It was quiet, but it was an enjoyable silence, completely comfortable.

My thoughts wandered. Before I knew it I was thinking about the talk my parents had had with me, the one about making Laura jealous. I decided there was no time like the present and when we got to an empty spot of sand and sat I surveyed my options.

Luckily there were plenty of candidates. I picked a girl with blonde hair and very tanned skin. Her eyes were a very light blue and she was, of course, extremely attractive.

I said something to Laura and once I had her attention I very obviously scanned the girls body.

I did it slowly, as though I were appreciating the view.

Then I looked back at Laura quickly, trying to make my expression guilty, as though I hadn't meant to be caught.

"Did you just check her out?" My girlfriend asked, her teeth gritted, a muscle in her brow becoming more profound.

"No," I denied the accusation, deliberately answering too quickly.

"Yes you did, why were you looking at her like that?" Her tone was becoming more annoyed by the second.

"I didn't look at her like anything!"

"Yes you did," her voice was almost a growl now, and I suddenly wondered if this was a good idea. I didn't mean her to get so angry.

"I was just... I don't know," I looked down at the sand, my fingers running through the loose grains."I'm sorry."

"Do you find her attractive?" The question prompted me to look over at the girl. I studied her quickly and shrugged.

"She's alright."

"Would you sleep with her?" Her eyes burned into mine when I looked over at her in shock.

"What? No! You think I would?" I was horrified, "I'm with you, Laura, I'd never sleep with anyone else."

"If you weren't with me, would you?"

"No, probably not."

"Well I guess it's a good thing you're with me then," she grinned, snapping out of her jealousy, "otherwise you'd never get laid."

"Yes I would," I pouted and she pulled me to her, and kissed my head.

"I'm sure you would," she smiled at me, "but I'm glad you didn't before me."

"Me too."