Part One
I looked at myself in the mirror, fixing my blonde hair before applying my favorite strawberry-flavored lip gloss. My swimsuit was really cute, perfect for showing off the curves I had worked so hard on to become sexier.
Who knows how many guys would notice it: I was really in the mood for a summer fling. I hoped to prove to myself that I could make conquests wherever I went. My friends called me a narcissist, and I didn't deny it.
They were coming to the beach with me that summer. We would be staying at my aunt and uncle's summer house, and thanks to their generosity, we were going to have a blast.
I had a bunch of good intentions: go swimming, have interesting experiences, meet people, and win over guys... so why had everything become so difficult the moment I met that damn woman?
Yuna—what kind of name was that anyway? With her already tanned skin, sea-blue eyes, and long, dark hair, always perfect. Her with her fabulous body and curves better than mine! I hated her. I didn't even know her, but I hated her! And why was that? Simple: everyone liked her, more than they liked me.
As soon as I stepped onto the beach near my accommodation, I noticed her right away: she was lying on her towel in the perfect bikini, wearing fashionable sunglasses and the expression of someone who already thought she was the queen of the beach. A lot of guys were staring at her, and even some girls—who knows if out of envy or something else. All I cared about was turning their heads my way!
I smiled dazzlingly, walking toward the water to go for a swim. I had left my things not too far from the shore so I could keep an eye on them while I was in the water. I didn't want to get robbed, and until my friends got there (they were arriving two days later), it was up to me to watch my stuff.
I swam for about ten minutes, enjoying the cool water under the scorching sun that illuminated the transparent surface of the sea, and I even managed to catch the attention of some guys playing water volleyball. Their athletic physiques made me smile, and when they invited me to join them, I accepted immediately. I had fun with them, but unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, right? At one point, one of the guys—the tall, dark-haired one—called out to a certain Yuna to invite her to join the game. To my great surprise and dismay, Yuna was exactly that beautiful girl who had captured everyone's attention on the beach. She walked over to us with absurd elegance, and I saw the guys look completely mesmerized by her.
I grimaced, playing with the ball in my hands so I wouldn't have to look at the scene in front of me. How annoying. Was I really that unworthy of being noticed?
"Hey." That damn girl even had a ridiculously charming voice. That's all I needed. I brought my fingers to my hair, twirling the wet ends to pass the time.
"You finally joined us! Ah—meet Leah." Erik, the blonde guy with bright green eyes, introduced us, forcing me to look at Yuna and smile at her to make a good impression on the others. She stared at me for a moment and only returned the smile after letting her eyes trail over my entire body. What did she want from me? To evaluate who had the better body? I wasn't going to let her belittle me in any way!
We kept playing, and I tried to completely ignore Yuna's presence, but several times she ended up throwing the ball to me, maybe to make me mess up. Her eyes hid bad intentions, I was sure of it.
"Leah, why don't you spend the day with us if you don't have anything else to do? We'd love to get to know you, and I have to admit you've already won Ian over." Erik pointed to the guy who was helping his friend onto a surfboard and smiled at me. The dark-haired guy was my type, and it was probably the perfect opportunity to let loose.
"Sure, I don't have anything going on today anyway." Erik introduced me to the rest of the group, which included, besides the four guys, three girls—among them the obnoxious Yuna. I had to bitterly admit that she was one of the most charismatic people on the beach, and her friends weren't even half as pretty as she was.
Stop it, Leah, you are not going to let a stranger ruin your vacation.
"Where are you from, Leah?" The usual get-to-know-you questions started, and I played my cards well. We were sitting under the umbrellas, drinking cold beverages and eating some fruit. Ian, just as Erik had pointed out, seemed very interested in me, and he didn't hide it like most of the guys I had met did. I liked that; it was something new and refreshing. He was direct and sincere, and he had no problem speaking his mind.
"I'm going to run to the restroom for a second," I announced before getting up to head toward the small building next to the beach bar where the bathrooms were located. Soon enough, I found myself in front of the mirror above the sink. As I was touching up my appearance and reapplying my lip gloss, someone walked in. I didn't pay much attention, but the person in question started walking toward me, and I saw in the reflection that it was Yuna!
She washed her hands in silence, and I prayed she would just leave without saying anything, but my prayers were completely useless. Yuna lifted her eyes to look at me and smiled. "You don't like me very much, do you? You keep looking at me that way."
"What? I don't even know you." I tried to think of something to say: I couldn't argue with her, otherwise I'd lose the friendship of the others too! I turned around. "Why would you think that?"
"You look at me with hostility. I noticed."
"I don't look at you with—... man, listen, it's not like that." I was frustrated. She had noticed me right from the start too, apparently, and maybe she wanted to throw a wrench in my plans. Her blue eyes tracked my every move; they were always on me. I should have known she would make a move too!
"I... I—I envy you! You have a wonderful body, you're practically perfect! I'm sorry you thought I was being hostile," I chuckled, saving myself with that stupid half-excuse. I was forced to say those things, I thought. Yeah, I couldn't have said anything else.
"Ah... that was it?" She smiled and went to dry her hands, then walked out of the bathroom without another word. What was her problem? I sighed, taking a minute to slow my racing heartbeat, and then headed back to the group, noticing that Yuna was sitting off to the side reading a book. I gritted my teeth when I realized it was one of my favorites.
I really couldn't stand her!
Evening soon approached, and I went back to my accommodation to get ready to go out: I took a shower, freshened up, picked out a nice dress, put on some makeup, and was ready in about forty minutes. It didn't take long to dry my hair since I left it a little damp.
The guys had invited me to go out with them: we were going to walk around the small town before heading back to the beach bar where they were having a happy hour event.
Unfortunately, Yuna was there too. Didn't she have anything better to do?
"Leah, you look really beautiful." As soon as Ian saw me, he complimented me, inviting the others to share their opinions too. "Don't you guys think she could be a model?" the dark-haired guy joked, and Erik smiled in amusement. The other two guys, Jack and Dylan, came over to talk to me, while the girls stayed off to the side. I didn't want to cause any drama in the group, so I showed no interest in either Dylan or Jack, who were dating the two girls in the group, Jasmine and Alice.
I glanced at Yuna while I was talking to the others and noticed she was still watching me. I was going to show her my charm so she'd understand she stood no chance against me!
"What's your type?" During the evening, as we were walking, Ian asked me this question. I noticed his flushed cheeks, but that could have been from the sun after a day at the beach.
"I'd say tall, dark hair... generally, contrasts drive me crazy, like dark hair and blue eyes, or blonde with brown eyes."
Ian smiled at me, stepping a little closer.
"What are you lovebirds talking about?" Erik threw his arms around our shoulders, looking at us with a playful smirk.
"We were talking about our ideal types."
"Oh! I definitely love blondes," he winked at me, and when I saw Ian frown, I started laughing. Erik was just teasing him, but his friend didn't really appreciate him hitting on me, even as a joke.
"I won't deny the exceptions, though—like Yuna. She is definitely an exception! Who doesn't like her?" The conversation took an annoying turn for me. The girl in question turned to look at us.
"Talking behind my back?" She smiled, with those full red lips I was growing to hate. She was wearing a little blue dress that suited her entirely too well. I wanted to rip it off. God, I couldn't stand her!
"Yuna, why did you reject me that one time? I'm a great catch!" Erik whined, while Ian chuckled. Yuna scoffed, but her eyes were laughing.
"You're not my type. That's all."
"Who is your type, then?"
Yuna seemed to think about it, then replied: "I like people who play hard to get." She winked at Erik, who mumbled something and walked away from me and Ian. Ian burst out laughing, while I just stood there staring at Yuna, who had said those words while looking right at me. What did she mean? Was she threatening me? Was she trying to hit on Ian?
"Let's go." Soon we were near the beach and started the long-awaited happy hour, letting loose drink after drink, eventually ending up on the sand playing truth or dare like a bunch of kids. Jasmine had insisted on reliving the good old days.
"Truth or dare, Dylan?"
"Truth," he said. He took a sip from his bottle and stared at Erik. The blonde guy gave a mischievous grin. "Who is the prettiest girl in the group?"
Dylan blushed, looking at his girlfriend Jasmine, who had stopped drinking to listen closely.
"What a stupid question," Yuna commented disdainfully, and I was surprised by her attitude. Dylan looked just as embarrassed as Erik. "You're right—sorry, girls. Change of question: have you ever done anything illegal?"
"I don't know... I stole some fruit once—" The group burst out laughing at Dylan's innocence, and he looked around, confused. "You're making fun of me, right? Right...?"
"Honey, don't worry, we like you just the way you are." Jasmine gave him a kiss, and I shifted my eyes to Ian, who was looking at me. It was Dylan's turn, and after surveying everyone's faces, he turned to me. "Truth or dare, Leah?"
"Dare."
Dylan thought about it for a second and then smiled. "Okay, I'll flip a coin, and if it's tails, you have to kiss the person on your right!" I looked at Ian, and some of the guys started snickering under their breath, but Dylan finished his sentence, sending unpleasant shivers down my spine: "But if it's heads, you have to kiss the person on your left." And on my left was none other than Yuna.
I didn't even look at her, super convinced that my luck couldn't possibly be that bad. Dylan tossed the coin into the sand in the middle of us, and when it landed, I leaned in to see the result.
Please, I'm begging you, let it be Ian!
"Ohhh, things are getting interesting!"
Erik stared at Yuna and me; I looked at the coin with wide eyes. It was heads. Apparently, someone had cursed me! Why did so many misfortunes have to happen to me in a single day?!
"A kiss it is," I sighed, disappointed, and turned to Yuna. I'll pretend I'm kissing a mannequin, it'll be fine, I told myself, but the girl in question grabbed my cheeks with her hands and immediately pulled our faces together. I looked into her blue eyes, illuminated by the full moon and the lights of the nearby bar.
When her lips clashed with mine, I closed my eyes, expecting the worst, but what I found was an incredible sensation of pleasure.
Yuna had to be a really good kisser, and her lips were so soft and tasted good, probably because of that fruity cocktail she had been drinking.
It was the guys' whistling that brought me back to reality, and I pulled away from her abruptly. Ian looked embarrassed; his cheeks and the tips of his ears were red, and he wouldn't meet my gaze.
"Wow, just wow," Erik commented.
"You guys are making me question my sexual orientation!" Alice stated, staring at her friend with an expression of mingled shock and amusement.
Yuna didn't even look at her; she was still observing me silently, and at a certain point, it was too much for me.
What I had felt during that kiss had to be the alcohol's fault, there was no other explanation.
"Excuse me, guys, I'm going to go freshen up for a second. The alcohol is going to my head." I headed to the restrooms, just like that afternoon, and just like then, I heard someone following me.
The door opened a second time after I entered the bathroom: it was Yuna.
"Hey, are you feeling okay?" she asked me with a calm, sweet voice, but I knew it was a trap. I ignored her, going to splash cold water from the sink on my wrists and neck. Yuna wouldn't leave me alone.
"Ah... wait a second—I think I left some lipstick on your face." Yuna grabbed my face again to inspect the traces of our kiss and blushed. We were too close again, and I was starting to feel uncomfortable.
"Let go of me," I whispered firmly, but she didn't step back, nor did she speak.
"What do you want from me?!" I grabbed her wrist and looked her straight in the eyes, finding something I didn't expect. She looked hungry; she was completely captivated by me, by my words, by my lips...
"Yuna—!"
I called her name in confusion and tried to pull away, but she wrapped her arm around my waist, pulling our bodies flush against each other. Shivers ran all across my skin. I could feel her breasts pressed against mine, our stomachs in tight contact, and her legs rubbing against mine.
"Say my name again..." she whispered, preventing me from moving.
"What—?"
Yuna rested her forehead against mine, and I no longer knew what to do or what was going through her head. She had enchanted me with that strange expression of hers and those lips that showed a half-smile.
"I think you've had a little too much to drink, Yuna."
"Or maybe it's your fault," she replied shamelessly.
"My fault? How could it be my fault?" I finally managed to separate myself from her.
"You're too sexy."
"What is your problem?" I ran my hands through my hair, frustrated by Yuna's behavior that I just couldn't understand. Was she making fun of me? I was sick of it!
"Listen—!" I took a few steps toward her, poking a finger at her chest.
"Yes?"
"If you're planning on playing mind games, you're messing with the wrong person!"
"No more games, you're right." Yuna grabbed my arm and crashed her lips onto mine, but this time I felt her tongue, and when her hand settled on my ass, squeezing it, I gasped, and she took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. She backed me up against the sink and slotted a leg between mine. I gripped her shoulders tightly to push her away, tried to move her body, but when her thigh pressed against my center and she sucked on my tongue, I completely lost my mind and control of my body.
"Aah—" I panted when our mouths separated with a smack. Yuna didn't let me catch my breath, attacking my neck as she slid her hand from my hip up to my breast.
"Since I saw you, I haven't been able to think about anything else," the woman whispered, returning to my lips. I stared at her in silence, lost in those overwhelming sensations; I didn't understand a lot of things, but one thing was obvious. Being kissed and touched by Yuna was turning me on.
"Y-you..." I didn't know what to say; I was embarrassed and confused. At first, I had thought she was interested in one of the guys and wanted to annoy me because of that, but I had it all wrong!
"Can I kiss you again?"
"I... I... I-I don't know..." I stammered.
Yuna looked disappointed and started to separate our bodies, but when she did, I felt cold and lonely.
"But—maybe we can, for a little bit..."
What the hell was I doing?
"Really?" Yuna looked like a puppy ready for cuddles with those sweet eyes and pouting expression... WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING?
"Actually, no! I can't... I-I'm straight!"
"Many have said that before—"
"I don't want to hear it!"
I bolted from the bathroom, running away from that succubus named Yuna. I had completely fallen into her trap, but it wasn't going to happen a second time, I promised myself.
And even though I promised, it didn't do any good at all, because the next day I found myself in a similar situation, with Yuna hot on my heels and my sexuality wavering.
"Get your hands out of there! Right now."
"Out of where? I don't understand, explain yourself better, Leah."
Yuna had followed me into the changing cabin where I had gone to switch clothes, blocking the door before I could close it and taking it upon herself to trap me in that small, tight space.
At the moment, her hands were under my breasts, gripping my ribs. The reason? She said she wanted to count them because she had forgotten how many there were.
"Are you stupid or something?" I had commented out loud, but Yuna just smiled at everything I said.
"If you just let me do it, I wouldn't have to make up excuses to touch you, Leah."
"You're a pervert!"
"No, you're just excessively sexy."
Yuna's fingers brushed my breast, and that was it. I shoved her away, making her bump against the wall of the cabin.
"Ah... do you like this sort of thing?"
"Thing? What thing?"
"Rough sex and—"
I clapped a hand over her mouth, furious with her and her endless games.
"Watch it, Yuna, or I'm going to have to chop your hands off!"
"Or you could tie them up."
"That too!"
"That would be nice."
I screamed in frustration, storming out of the cabin without looking back. Yuna was a pervert and an idiot!
"Leave me alone!"
"Why should I?"
"Are you really that desperate?! Go find someone else to fuck."
"Oh—"
"What..?"
"It turns me on when you talk dirty..."
"Oh my God!"
"That's exactly what I want to hear you screa—"
I stopped dead in my tracks, and Yuna bumped into my body. "What do I have to do to get you to shut up?" I asked, exasperated.
"Hm..." Yuna looked around with a thoughtful expression, then grabbed my hand. "How about you go out with me tonight?"
I frowned. "And why would I do that?"
"If you go out with me and at the end of the night you haven't changed your mind, I swear I'll stay away." Yuna smiled, trying to look innocent, but she failed completely.
"Fine," I replied, "at least you'll finally decide to get out of my hair!"
Did she really think she could change my mind in a single night?
End of Part On