Twisted Vacation

Twisted Vacation

Chapter 3

Sorry you guys didn't like Chapter 2 as much, I kinda had to put one of

those pointless ones in there to slow the story down a little bit and

stall the g00d parts (hehe). Hopefully this one will be better, it's got

a bit of a surprise...


"Aaaaaah!!!" we screamed together. My head made contact with her chest first, and my face was stuck in between her brests as she fell backwards. We helped each other up and I apologized.

"Sorry! I didn't see you!" I told her.

"Ahh...it's okay." She rubbed her chest with her hands to ease the temporary pain. "I didn't know you were coming either. I looked for you earlier this morning...where have you been?" That all too familiar smile returned, and it seemed like nothing could ruin her seemingly always

happy mood. I thought back to the beginning of that day, starting from when I left the hotel.

"Well...I was laying out by the pool for a few hours, and then I got lunch with Christie. We've been out here ever since." I neglected to tell her about the 'lotion event', and noticed her facial expression changing. Just then, Christie swam up and shook her head to dry it off, and Hitomi's displeasured face became more defined.

"Hehe, I saw the whole thing. Are you two alright?"

"Just fine," Hitomi answered immediately, with more force than needed. She pushed her light brown hair back behind her head to ring out the excess water.

"Good to hear. Hey, you finally caught one! Good job!" I smiled at the encouragement and gave a small laugh of pride, but stopped when I realized that Hitomi might take it the wrong way. I turned back to her and continued our conversation from where it left off.

"Where and when did you look for me?"

"Well, you weren't at the pool when I checked, so I took a stroll around the island." There was, however, that occasional 'worried' or 'sad but trying not to show it' face, like the one she displayed now. It made me feel bad to see that, especially when I was so used to her being so

cheerful most of the time. It wasn't my fault, gh. gh.

"I didn't leave my room until about 11:00, so I probably got there before you started your walk." The waves continued their endless wash onto the shore, but we weren't out far enough for them to be a nuisance. My eyes were beginning to sting from being exposed to the salt water and sunlight, though. I looked to Christie, but she seemed preoccupied with the sight of a flock of pelicans, most likely going after a school of fish. I knew Christie wouldn't get sidetracked by something like that, and realized she probably did it so she wouldn't interfere with Hitomi and I. "...But you're welcome to spend time with us if you'd like." The answer was already in my head before I asked, judging by her earlier reaction to Christie's presence.

"No, that's okay. You seem to be enjoying yourself already. I'll just see you later, alright?" That hurt me inside...her own jealousy, causing me to feel sorry. I tried again.

"How about some volleyball later, then?" She seemed a bit happier.

"Sure...come and get me for it. If I'm not by the pool, then I'll be up in my room. Bye..." Hitomi turned around and trudged back to shore.

*~*

I walked back sadly, wondering why Lei-Fang did that to me. I know she didn't mean to hurt me, but it still happened. 'No, its my fault,' I thought. 'I should've asked someone like Kasumi to wake her up yesterday. Christie's been acting different lately, and I doubt anyone knows why.' That was true, and I knew Lei-Fangs intentions were always to befriend people unless they did her wrong. Still, I couldn't help feeling the slightest bit rejected. It seemed inevitable that she'd drift apart from

me. 'It'll be okay,' I told myself, 'Lei-Fang is a good person.'

The jacuzzi would help me forget my worries, and I remembered where in the world I was and that I could have fun independently if I needed to.

*~*

"Why would she get so sad like that?" Christie asked me when she was sure that Hitomi was out of hearing range. It hurt me to see her like that, but knew it would blow over.

"Christie...Hitomi's really sensitive. A lot more than most people think. I can kind of understand why she'd feel that way, but...we didn't really make any plans for today." We talked more as I went back out with her, ready to utilize my newly learned skill. I managed to ride a few more, and they were just as fun as Christie said they would be. We rode them close to shore, side by side, and went back out to get more. A big one flipped me over a few times, but there wasn't anything on the ground to harm me.

We got one last wave to take us all the way to shore, and walked up to the poolside to meet with Hitomi. There she was, sitting in the hot tub. She looked to be asleep, and I lightly shook her to wake her. No movement, except for her head rolling to the other side.

"Oh, about your friend..." I heard, and looked over to see the bartender talking to us. "She drank a lot...probably too much for her own good. She objected once when I stopped giving her drinks, and once again when I offered to carry her up to her hotel room. She was mumbling something about 'I have to play...told them I'd meet 'em here...' or something like that."

I mentally screamed at myself. She got drunk over this?! And in the middle of the day, too? I made it a point to give her a serious talk when she sobered up. She looked pretty knocked out...how could she do that to herself? She knew about her low alcohol tolerance, and how dangerous drinking could be. It almost made me lose respect for her.

Christie kneeled down, lifted her up, and motioned for me to dry her off. I picked up the towel with her name on it that was sitting on a rack (Dammit, Zack) and dried her off as best I could. She stayed unconscious and non-moving in Christie's arms.

"Thanks," she said to the bartender, and I followed her up to the hotel.

~~~

On the way to her room, Hitomi was mumbling incoherent phrases as Christie tried her best not to bounce too much. It was a little odd to see her caring for someone else in such a way...whether it was just because Hitomi was my friend, I didn't know, but the help was greatly appreciated. We asked one of the hotel staff members to open her door for us, and he didn't ask for her room key. We entered and thanked him.

Christie laid her down on the bed, dried her hair again, tied it back with a scrunchie that was on her nightstand, and brought the trash can over from the bathoom in case she threw up. In her condition, that was very likely. The whole time we were in there, Christie didn't say one word, much less look at me. She brought her face down, touching her lips to Hitomi's forehead like a caring mother would to check for a temperature. The semi-tense look on Hitomi's face faded on contact, and Christie got up to walk to the bathroom. She emerged with a wet washcloth and dabbed it on my unconscious friend's face.

I knleed next to Christie, but left her room to work; she had that pissed off, 'don't F with me' look, but those eyes showed a hint of concern. We sat for a while, searching for any sign of Hitomi's waking. She stirred a little, but gradually got used to the cool liquid and her breathing came normally.

"Go find out what the hell he gave her, and how much" she commanded suddenly, startling me. My old thoughts of her being a ruthless assassin returned to me, and the last thing I wanted to do was hang around in the room.

"Are you sure?" I asked cautiously. She gave me her all too common 'death stare,' and I shot up and out the door. It shut quietly behind me, and I tried to fight off the chills that her harsh glare and tone had almost given me, but shook a little as I walked down the hall, into the elevator. I almost wished that it would break down so that I wouldn't have to go back and see those icy blue eyes for a while.

Instead, I focused my attention on the lobby as I slowly descended: there was a huge, intricate stone fountain with three bowl like shapes made to hold water before allowing it to flow out. When it reached the bototm bowl, it fell out onto the marble floor and crawled out in a perfectly circular direction, into narrow, individual channels that probably fed back down to spout out the top. Bird of paradise trees were all over, some reaching as high as the third floor. My admiration was cut short by the dinging of the elevator, telling me that I'd reached the ground level.

I walked out and squinted at the late afternoon sunlight beaming on my face, but I realized that the bartender was coming towards me.

"Ma'am?...How is she?" He probably feared losing his job, and not being able to feast his eyes on all the flesh on this island.

"Hitomi's still unconscious. What did you give her, and how much?" I thought of Christie, and tried to sound more assertive. It would make it easier to get what I wanted.

"If I remember correctly, it was mostly straight Tequila and Vodka. I don't remember how much, though. Like I said: more than she should have. Strong stuff, that is."

No shit.

"Well, I'm glad you could tell me something I already know. Aren't bartenders supposed to stop selling when their customers get a little kooky?" I made the crazy sign by spinning my index finger in a circle to the side of my head. He could tell from my voice that I was pissed, and my confidence boosted a little.

"My deepest apologies, ma'am" he said said as he bowed. "It won't happen again. She wasn't the only one drinking, so I couldn't keep very good track." My ears almost perked up.

"Who else was there???" I demanded.

"Umm...I'm not sure of the names...there was the blonde woman, kind of big, she always wears American colors--"

"Tina," I cut him short. He nodded.

"-and the woman with short, purple hair-" that was a dead give-away.

"Ayane. Where are they?" He thought for a moment.

"I saw them walk over towards the jungle. Will you be looking for them?" I gazed out towards the tropical green shrubbery, hard to see because of the lowered sun.

"Yes, I will." And with that, I made my way over to where the bartender directed me.

~~~

There was a brown path leading into the trees, and I noticed a raise in temperature as soon as I stepped under them. It held in heat well, but not as well as the artificial beach sand that I'd enjoyed yesterday...No time to think about that, there was Hitomi to worry about.

The trees and bushes bore leaves with shades of green ranging from light to dark, vivid flowers of indigo blues, fluorescent greens, deep blood reds, and almost every other color imaginable. The thick canopy shielded most of the bright sunlight from entering, but it still managed to hold heat in well. Bird chirps could be heard from all around, but they were a sweet and pleasant sort and not the annoying crow calls I had been accustomed to.

I followed the freshest pairs of foorprints deeper in for about five minutes, stopped, and listened closely; yes, there was definitely a human voice, but it was very faint. I continuslowslowly, and could recognize the vocal sounds as coming from a female. They were almost like...moans, I thought. They seemed to be of pleasure, though, and not of pain. It could have just been my imagination. Maybe the fact that I hadn't seen any eye-pleasing males for a while was getting to me...I didn't know, but kept moving on. The voice, or voices...I couldn't tell, grew louder as I moved closer, and I had to avoid stepping on a purple bikini bottom...

"What in the hell is going on???" I whispered to myself. A few seconds later, and the top that went with it was hanging from a tree branch. "This can't be...can it?" I knew that that swimsuit belonged to Ayane, and I was sure that she was moaning now. Did she really come all the way out here just to pleasure herself? That's what the hotel room is for...it was a strange thought, but my curiosity kept my feet moving. Maybe she was drunk enough to actually do something like that. Still, there was Tina to look for.

The voice was really close, now, and I could tell almost exactly where she was.

To my right was a mass of tree limbs that looked recently distubred. I peered through, and sure enough, Ayane was in there, lying fully nude. To my surprise, she wasn't alone.

It between her widely spread legs was a head of wet, disorganized blonde hair.

This was crazy...I blinked and rubbed my eyes, but they were still there, doing what they had been doing before.

"Ah! Tina!" Ayane cried out. Her body was covered in a layer of sweat, and her juices flowed freely onto Tina's face. I felt guilty for staring, and a little embarassed, but couldn't take my eyes from the sight. Tina was wet as well, her own liquid practically washing out of her love slit and down her thick legs. Both of her arms were reaching up, fondling Ayane's breasts.

I was stuck. I couldn't move, my body wouldn't allow it. My eyes were frozen in place at the sight of those two...it was something I had never expected, nor witnessed, nor even visualized. ANd yet for some reason, it brought a strange, new feeling over me. It was very different, but seemed so familiar. It was shocking, yet inviting, and not repulsive like I might have thought. I didn't know what to think...I was confused, even as I, myself, felt a wetness build up in my private area. It wasn't the same as when I had pictured myself being lifted off my feet by some stud I'd met on the street and being penetrated while he held me up against a wall...It was new. That's the only way I know how to describe it.

An ache was building between my legs, and the hand that wasn't holding the branches instinctively traveled down to ease that desire. I slipped my middle finger inside of myself, but used what little control I had to prevent it from entering hard enough to let me get discovered. What would they say if they knew I was spying on them?

They're right when they say you learn something new every day. That day, there on Zack Island, despite the disgusting name, I learned that I could be turned on by women.

Ayane's back arched upward as a scream of delight escaped from her lips and Tina's hands sought to cover every bit of creamy white flesh on her lover's body. When Ayane's legs spread wider than before, I could see clearly that Tina's tongue was actually inside of Ayane. I had never thought of something like that before, and it increased those pleasurable feelings that sweeped over my body.

Both of them were covered in sweat, like I soon became, and starting to attract dirt to themselves. I inserted another finger when Ayane put one of hers inside of herself, and got ever closer to the climax that I never would have expected. My eyes were still stuck on those two, as I didn't want to miss a bit of the private show they didn't know they were giving me. Tina moved her fave up to Ayane's big chest and sucked on one of her sweaty breasts, gently biting on her nipple with her front teeth and smiling.

My breathing got harder at what I was viewing, and my fingers increased speed while they pushed in and out. Tina moved up more so that she and her partner could lick the salty liquids being swapped between them. Meanwhile, she had two of her fingers planted deeply inside of Ayane, past the two knuckles. Tina had one of Ayane's legs between hers, and her juices dripped out of her soaked pussy to mix with those of the girl below her. The two kept wiping their hands onto the other's vaginal area and bringing them up to their mouths to taste the liquids.

How badly I wanted to take part in what they were doing, smell the smells, taste the tastes, feel the feelings...I lost myself at this and reached my orgasm, the world seeming to just fall away while I experienced only pure pleasure. When I became conscious of everything around me and realized where I was, the first thing I noticed was those two, still going at it. In my moment of bliss, I had let everything flow freely out, into a small puddle below me. Something they would no doubt notice later.

The next thing I noticed was that it was getting dark, and that I had lost track of time, and that Hitomi was still in a bad condition. How could I have let myself get sidetracked? And I couldn't go back there right away, because my bottoms were soaked and didn't smell like salt water or chlorine. So, I walked out of the jungle and tried not to feel guilty for spying and using those two for pleasure. It was strange, though, because another pair of footprints was going out, the same way I was, and they hadn't been there before. I decided that they had been there all the time, and that I hadn't noticed them when they came in.

The beach would be the best way to rinse the smell of feminine love from myself, so I made my way to the body of water that I'd been in earlier that day. It looked different when the moon shined on it, giving it a silverish reflection. I stepped into the cold salt water again, and got used to it easier than before. I pondered on what I had just seen and done, and why it had happened in the first place. Maybe Tina and Ayane felt the same way I did? Without any guys on the island, a girl would have to suffice in giving sexual pleasure. Those two obviously couldn't control their urges, then. Maybe Zack put some sort of drug in his alcohol so that they would go down on each other without thinking clearly....no, that couldn't be it. It didn't seem like he would go that far, and besides - it wouldn't give him a better chance with anyone. Maybe they'd just been so drunk that they'd lost control and foolishly decided to do it with each other? Or, maybe they really were lesbians...whatever the reason, they wouldn't know that they affected someone until after they finished. I was almost glad that it happened, though, because llowllowed me to discover something new about myself. I was a little uncomfortable at first, but decided there was nothing I could do about what I liked or didn't like.

Hitomi...I had forgotten about her, and Christie would be furious with me. I didn't want to go back to the room, but realized I had to. It seemed so weird that I should experience all of those emotions in one day.

A wave hit me and pushed me back, probably a sign that I should get back to the hotel.

I came out of the chilly water, into the colder night air, and ran back up to the big, white building. I snatched a towel from the rack outside without looking at the name on it, and used it to dry off before entering. Helena walked up to me and smiled.

"Hope you like my towel" she said. I stopped what I was doing and folded it nervously to give back to her. She laughed. "No, it's alright. It doesn't matter, it's not like it belongs to me."

"Hehe...sorry" I said.

"Don't worry about it. Oh, Christie was looking for you earlier." she said, almost sounding displeased. I remembered hearing rumors that Christie was supposed to kill Helena during the time of the last tournament, but wondered why...it wasn't my business though.

"Ohhh, thank you." I said. "She's probably pissed."

"Yes...that's how she looked. She didn't ask me personally, but I just saw you walk up and decided I'd tell you. Good luck with her." she said before walking back to the pool. I thanked her again and finished drying off. 'Shit!' I yelled in my mind. 'Christie's gonna kill me!' The towel fell to the ground and I walked up to Hitomi's room.

~~~

"Christie!" I said as I came through the door. She was still kneeling over Hitomi with a cool washlcloth as if she'd never came to look for me.

"Where have you been?" she asked in that cold voice, coming close to glaring at me. I told her about what happened, how I asked the bartender and he didn't remember how much, but that he gave her Tequila and Vodka, me going into the jungle and finding Tina and Ayane...I omitted the part about me pleasuring myself, and said instead that I walked around looking for anyone else who might have known and had no luck. I really was starting to feel guilty for spying on them like that.

It was a surprise that she didn't seem to care that Tina and Ayane were having strange kinds of fun with each other.

"Oh well." she said, getting up and stretching.tomitomi threw up twice, and went back to sleep. I don' think it'll happen again, but one of us should stay with her overnight." I looked down at Hitomi, laying there peacefully.

"I'll do it," I offered. "You've done enough already, and it's partly my fault that this happened in the first place." She nodded and hugged me tightly.

"I know it must be hard for you to see her like this, but she'll be okay tomorrow. Try to get her to drink some water, it'll make the hangover less painful." I could barely pay attention to what she was telling me because her breasts and shapely body were being pushed up so hard against mine. That same tingly feeling returned to the area between my legs, and the guilt was starting to make my head hurt. Christie was a friend, and I shouldn't be feeling this way about her. She released her grip on me and looked into my eyes.

"If you need anything at all, I'm three doors to the left. I'll send you something later...it should help you feel better." I thanked her again, and she walked out the door.

I let out a deep sigh as I plopped down on the bouncy bed next to Hitomi. She stirred a bit, but didn't wake up. 'What a weird day' I thought 'even worse than yesterday.' I was glad that it was almost over. I mean, I was glad that I learned something new about myself, but those feelings wouldn't have surfaced on that particular day without Hitomi getting drunk enough to pass out. It hurt to think that she did something like that because of me, even though it wasn't entirely my fault.

"Shit happens." I said to nobody in particular, and clicked the power button on the TV remote control.


So, what did you think? Looks like I'm turning Hitomi into a drama queen and Lei-Fang into a feminist...I have make Zack look bad for Lei-Fang's character.