"Friends?" I asked as Florencio pulled me into the elevator.

"Yeah." He pressed the first floor button.

I looked down at my casual outfit. "Should I change?" For some reason, impressing his friends was my first priority.

He looked at me. "Why would you change?"

I looked away from him awkwardly. "Nevermind."

When the elevator doors opened, I was the first one out.

Florencio grabbed my hand as we walked down the sidewalk outside of the hotel. I assumed wherever we were going was close.

I looked around at the beautiful area and it suddenly hit me where I was. Who I was with.

I never did anything like this and I didn't know how to react to my new... adventure.

We walked for a while more until we stopped in front of a busy looking restaurant. Inside it was tropical themed. It was sophisticated in a way to where it didn't feel tacky.

Florencio talked to the hostess. She was beautiful. Dark hair, tanned skin, full lips. I wouldn't have noticed her if she hadn't reached out and touched Florencio's shoulder.

A tight feeling happened in my chest.

He squeezed my hand.

The hostess led us to a tables. Two people sat there. They were a couple. It dawned on me they were probably the ones getting married.

"Florencio!" They cried out when we came into view and stood up.

The man was handsome. Strong and tall. The woman was short and curvy. Her black hair was pulled into a bun. Her skin was dark and her red lips shone. I was surrounded by gorgeous people and I wanted to hide.

Lost in thought, I hadn't even noticed Florencio let go of my hand to hug his friends.

"Who's this?" The woman's Spanish accent was thick. She smiled kindly. The man looked at me curiously when I didn't respond. I was tongue tied. I'm sure my face was bright red.

"This is Parker," Florencio introduced me.

The woman raised an eyebrow. She held out a dainty hand. "Hi, Parker. I'm Esmerelda." I shook her hand, surprised at the firm grip she had.

"Ronaldo," the man introduced himself.

"Hi," I finally spoke. "Nice to meet you both."

Esmerelda nodded. I felt uncomfortable under her intense gaze.

We all sat down and almost immediately a waiter came by and gave us each a glass of red wine.

"Classy," Florencio commented.

Esmerelda laughed and Ronaldo just shoved her lightly with his shoulder.

I stared at the glass. I felt Florencio's hand on my thigh, stroking. He was busy talking.

I lifted the glass to my mouth and took a drink of the bitter wine.

"Parker."

My eyes averted to Ronaldo. I smiled.

"How did you and Florencio meet?" He asked, waiting patiently for my answer.

"Um," I looked to my side at Florencio for help but he just stared at me.

"Tell them," he encouraged. His hand on my leg traveled higher and I had to kick his shin.

I cleared my throat and looked at Ronald. God, Esmerelda was paying attention now too.

"We met in a grocery store," I recalled. It felt so long ago. "We bumped into each other and I fell." I barely remembered now how he tackled me to the ground. "He was holding a gallon of milk and dropped it on accident. It got my clothes all wet."

Esmerelda kicked Florencio under the table. "You're so clumsy. She was just trying to shop."

Ronaldo took a gulp of his wine. "It just escalated from there?"

I nodded. "I guess it did."

Florencio leaned over and brushed his lips on my forehead. When he pulled back, plates of food were placed in front of us.

"We ordered only the best!" Esmerelda assured me when she saw my worried look.

I had a steaming plate of meat on my plate. I pulled at it with my fork and it fell apart. On the side was steaming red rice and black beans.

"Eat it with this!" Esmerelda pushed the bowl of sliced limes towards me. She also handed me a bottle of hot sauce.

I did as she said and I was surprised at how much I liked the food. I didn't pay much attention to what Florencio was eating, Ronaldo, Esmerelda, I was too in love with my dish to care.

Towards the end of the diner, I was talking to Esmerelda and found she was a lovely person. She showed me her wedding dress, covering the phone screen so Ronaldo couldn't see, gave me a brand new lipstick she hadn't used that was in her purse... it was really nice. Even me and Ronaldo talked. Turns out, him and Florencio had backpacked around South America together after meeting at a bar one night, deciding to embark on the adventure together. It was refreshing to learn new things about Florencio.

"Why didn't you drink your wine?"

Esmerelda asked as we all were getting up, ready to leave.

"Oh—" I was about to explain I didn't like to drink, but she already had my glass in her hand, chugging it.

"Nevermind, sweetie," she rasped. She put the glass down and winked. "I got it." I laughed.

We began to say our goodbyes. We all hugged each other and Esmerelda smacked a huge kiss on my cheek.

"She's nice," she commented, looking at Florencio. She poked his chest. "Know that." My cheeks flooded with heat, knowing she was talking about me.

Ronaldo grabbed her waist, pulling her to him. "I'm marrying a drunk," he grunted. He mumbled some things to her in Spanish and she laughed.

Florencio said something to them. Esmerelda stopped laughing and looked at me. I stared back. She said something I didn't understand and Florencio laughed.

After, we were walking back to the hotel. The weather cooled down and a light breeze settled through the city.

"What did Esmerelda say about me?" I asked. I wanted, no, needed to know. If he wouldn't tell me, it'd eat me up.

He grinned. "She said you're cute for a white girl."

I frowned. "Oh."

He stopped walking and pulled me close. "Come on, gringa. Don't be upset."

My eyes widened. "Every time I heard that word, you guys were talking about me?" It was said so many times and I dismissed it, laughing when they did.

"They said nothing bad," he reassured me.

"I don't believe you," I pouted.

He laughed and leaned forward to kiss me. Boldly, I held the back of his neck.

Florencio bit my lip, making me jump and pull back. "Let's go. It's dark."

Getting ready for sleep felt odd. I was tempted to say I would take the couch but I wasn't sure Florencio would have that.

I changed into a loose grey teeshirt and black shorts. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror and hesitantly took off my bra. I hung it on the towel rack. I took my hair down from its ponytail.

I exited the bathroom and Florencio was on the bed, shirtless, staring at something on his phone. When he saw me, he put his phone down.

I crossed my arms as I walked to the bed. I climbed on it and tucked myself under the covers. I put my back to Florencio. The bed sheets ruffled as he got comfortable. When he did, he grabbed me and pulled me to his chest. I wiggled around to find a comfortable position against him and eventually fell asleep.

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In the morning, I had my arms around Florencio's shoulders. He laid on top of me. I hummed and ran my fingers down his back. I was too comfortable and it made me tense up.

I felt hands wander up my shirt and dangerously close to my chest.

"A-aren't you supposed to be asleep?" I jumped at his touch.

I gasped when Florencio flipped me over so I was on top. I stared down at Florencio's face. I self consciously touched mine. He looked so good... I wondered what I looked like.

"I've been awake for the past hour," he commented. His hands were on me.

"You should have woken me up," I said quietly.

"Let's go the beach," he changed the subject. He grabbed my hips and slid me up higher on his body.

I shuddered and nodded.

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I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror. Was it possible to gain ten pounds in such a short amount of time? Dressing room mirrors were a filter, I was convinced. They showed you what you wanted to see, and then when you got home, you saw reality.

I touched my stomach. I squeezed my waist. I traced my stretch marks.

Did my boobs get bigger or did I buy the wrong cup size? The black bikini really did look better at the store.

Angrily, I threw on my swimsuit cover, that wasn't sheer, so it covered everything I didn't want Florencio to see. I slipped on my sandals and left the bathroom.

Florencio was in the living room, in swim trunks and a teeshirt, staring out the large glass doors that led out to the balcony.

When he saw me, he smiled.

I walked to him slowly and when I got to him, he pulled my back to his front. I stared at the ocean hit the sand and I couldn't wait to swim in it. Even from our room, I could see all the girls on the beach. They would stare at Florencio. Would he like it? My insecurities doubled.

"Are you seeing anyone else?" I asked weakly. I meant for it to come out strong and confident, but I failed miserably.

Florencio slipped his hands under the cover and I made the move to walk away, but he held me there in place.

"You think I would?" His finger trailed down to the bikini bottom.

I started to hyperventilate. "I don't know." I didn't. I let myself get dragged along and I tried not to think about what he did when we weren't together.

His finger slipped under the fabric. He moved his fingers back and forth on my lower abdomen. I jerked.

"I'm not," he confirmed. It filled me with relief to hear him say that. He could be lying though...

"Put your arms around my neck," he said next, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I did. I wrung my fingers together at the back of his nape

His finger kept going back and forth, teasing me to go lower. I let out a breath.

"Are you with someone else?" Florencio asked breathily. "You can tell me, honey." His hand sidetracked and pinched my hip. It stung. "I won't be mad."

"I-I'm not," I stuttered. I didn't know how he expected me to talk when he was touching me.

"Are you sure?" He rasped.

"Yes," I breathed. He was it.

"Good." His voice had gotten deeper and his hand drifted to my most sensitive area.

I closed my eyes and waited. I needed him to do something or I think I'd go crazy.

"Please," I said quietly. Did I sound desperate? The thought worried me. I opened my mouth to say something, but Florencio had already invaded me.

I gasped and my eyes shot opened.

Florencio bit my shoulder behind me as he stroked me.

My hips squirmed and Florencio's other hand held me in place.

"Stop moving," he demanded. I swallowed my whimper and forced myself to stay put.

Florencio pressed his finger into my bundle of nerves and I moaned. He rubbed over it slowly. He continued his tortures pace. Pulsating over, stoking in and out.

I couldn't shut up. I was shaking and whimpers fell from my lips.

"There, Parker?" His voice was rough in my ear.

"Y-yes!" I yelped brokenly.

A tight feeling formed in my stomach, threatening to break.

I moved along to Florencio's sinful hand that moved harder, quicker.

My eyes screwed shut and my mouth opened, a deep sound leaving I've never heard before, as I broke apart.

Florencio kissed my neck through it, slowing his hand down. I was coming down from a high and I felt overly sensitive.

I had tried masturbating before, but it was never like this. I was never able to make myself nearly cry and fall to the floor.

Florencio gently removed my arms from around his neck and turned me around to face him.

He stared at my ruined bottoms.

"I think you'll need to change, honey."

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