Page 85 of Pretend Girlfriend

The shower was across the room, on her side of the bed. I would have to get up and walk past her to reach it. A feat that was made more difficult by the rock-hard penis currently bulging out of my underwear.

“I’m good,” I said. “The shower is all yours.”

She sat up and looked down at me. “You sure? I’m going to wash my hair.”

Ignoring the cleavage caused by her pajama tank top, I nodded. “I can wait.”

Once she was facing the other direction, I didn’t need to hide my gaze anymore. I got a nice, long eyeful of pajama-ass as she got out of bed and walked to the bathroom.

When the door was closed and the shower began running, I let my hand drift down my navel and into my underwear. It felt so good to finally touch myself, squeezing and stroking my cock without any preamble, like the few shared moments in bed had been foreplay. Images of Joanna flashed as I closed my eyes: laying on the beach in her bikini, talking about wanting to have a threesome with two men, standing under the shower right fucking now, steam rising all around her while she scrubbed her breasts…

Abruptly, I pulled my hand away. I was close to coming. That was shocking: I typically had pretty good sexual stamina. It had only been twenty or thirty seconds since Joanna turned the shower on, and I was ready to explode all over the goddamn bed we were sharing.

That would be an embarrassing conversation. Ignoring the way my cock practically throbbed, I got out of bed, threw some swim trunks and a T-shirt on, and left the room—strategically holding a towel in front of me to cover up my bulge. By the time I grabbed a coffee from the resort bar and reached the beach, I was back to normal.

But the deeper desire didn’t go away.

Joanna joined me on the beach a little while later, not commenting on the fact that I had left the room so quickly. We were just so casual together, like everything was natural and required no explanation. It was nice.

I’m never going to see her again after this trip, I reminded myself. I just have a stupid crush. That’s all.

“There you are,” my mom said sometime later. “I’ve taken care of everything, Joanna. The hotel is going to make sure you have a perfect stay.”

“They’ve done a great job already,” she replied. “An upgraded room, a nicer selection of wine… I don’t want any more fuss.”

“Nonsense. You need to get the most out of this trip!” Mom insisted. “I signed you up for a bunch of activities. There’s a different one every day. Today is snorkeling! You’re meeting the instructor at noon.”

“You’ll have a blast, sweetie,” I said, giving Joanna an extra sweet smile.

“You’re going too,” Mom said. “I signed you both up.”

Joanna smiled sweetly at me. “Oh isn’t that fun!”

“Sorry about her,” I said when Mom was gone. “I know she can be a lot.”

“I was prepared for that. Her difficulty is the entire reason you wanted a fake girlfriend in the first place! Besides, I actually like snorkeling.”

“Then you’ll have fun without me,” I said. “I’m going to relax here with another drink.”

“Aw, come on!” she insisted, sitting up in her chair. “It’ll be fun.”

“Counterpoint: it will be more fun if I stay here and take a nap.”

“Don’t make me go by myself,” Joanna insisted, leaning forward in her bikini. “Please?”

Fuck. There was no way I could say no to that.

We met the instructor at his beach shack at noon. He gave us goggles and snorkels, and a brief explanation on how they worked. These snorkels had a cap on the end of the breathing tube, which would allow us to dive down to the ocean floor without the tube filling with water.

Joanna went first, and I followed her into the water. Her lean form glided across the water, long legs moving hypnotically. Everything felt slower, more real down here under the water. Including Joanna.

Five more days, I told myself. If I can last that long.

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Joanna

There was a weird vibe between Landon and me this morning. Not bad, just… different. I couldn’t really put my finger on it. But it was strange that he went down to the beach without getting breakfast with me, or without saying anything at all.

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