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Everything's Just Beachy By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Chapter Eight After Hunter had Kara's head spinning, they spent some time frolicking in the surf and then she decided they should walk through the resort, window shopping and browsing through the store. They talked outfits, jewelry and fashion as they wandered in their cover ups until finally their shopping voyage took a detour to Hunter's room and then it got serious. Back and forth between her room and his they went as Kara helped him browse through clothing options and try on things. He had now ventured into a territory he wouldn't go earlier for his mother, yet that was now exactly what he was doing for her as he shortly was being glamorously made up. The reluctant girly girl had plunged in with both feet, spending hours primping like any overly excited girl on a big night out would be. Even roping in his bestie who was true to her word to help him get ready, though this big night out would not be with her cousin. Kara though was as true a friend as any girl could have, loving every second of helping transform her beach babe friend into a vaca glam queen. They took every minute of every hour they had to make sure not a detail would be missed, until finally the moment had arrived and Hunter needed to compose himself at hearing the door. "Hunter you in there?" asked his mother as she came into the room, dropping her key on the desk. "Yes, mom," said Hunter through the bathroom door. "How was the spa?" "Amazing?" said his mother, feeing rejuvenated. "Next time maybe I'll take you with me." "Yeah I'll pass on that," laughed Hunter. "Trust me, after you go and get hooked. You won't!" said his mother, sitting back and clicking on the tv. "Now hurry up, we'll need to get moving or you'll make us late." "I need a little more time, mom," said Hunter. "Ok, honey, but I still have to get you dressed, and I need five minutes in there myself you know," said his mother. "Why didn't you just get all that done at the salon?" asked Hunter. "Well, yeah mostly," giggled his mother. "But I just want to touch up a little, and that's my way of giving you a gentle nudge to move it along." "Please just let me finish what I'm doing," whined Hunter. "It's just taking a little longer than I thought." "You ok?" asked his mother, coming near the door. "Yeah, just a little busy in here ok?" Hunter replied as she could hear him moving around a little. "Oh? Excuse me then," giggled his mother. "Ok just once you finish wiping then wipe one more time with the soft stuff." "Please, mom," said Hunter, getting annoyed. "It's no big deal sweetie, and I use these little gentle wipes all the time," tutored his mother. "They're on the vanity in my big silver case, and I'm sure your little tushie must be a bit sensitive having elastic straps constantly pushing in places you're not used to." "Mom!" grumbled Hunter. "Seriously! Do you mind?" "Sorry! Just trying to help," laughed his mother. "Ok, I'll touch up my face out here then, and please put the fan on." She giggled as she got changed and did her makeup in the dresser mirror. She was as nervous as a school girl, checking and re-checking her face before glancing over at the time, realizing he'd been in there quite a long time now. "Honey?" said his mother near the door now again. "How we doing in there?" "I think good," replied Hunter with a sigh. "Please, a little privacy please." "Fine? Like I haven't?" said his mother, sitting down, getting frustrated and looking at her watch. "I'll text them and call down to the restaurant to move back our reservation then, ok?" "Mom, don't," said Hunter. "Just maybe five minutes, please?" "I knew I shouldn't have left you alone and been here early," said his mother. "What did you eat, and I'm sorry honey I was so self-absorbed." "You're entitled mom, and I'm fine," Hunter replied. "Thanks," said his mother, growing concerned. "But I'm your mother, and allowed to worry you know. You've been in there a long time, honey." "Please, just a little more patience and I'll be out," groaned Hunter. "I'm just about there I think." "Ok," nodded his mother, pulling out some things from his sister's suit case. "And I'm ironing the navy and gold romper. That should be dressy enough, and hopefully you won't give me a headache about wearing that." "Don't bother, mom," said Hunter. "Hunter, please," said his mother, placing it on the ironing board. "This restaurant is fancy, and you promised to not to give me a headache." "I'm not," said Hunter. "But maybe cover your eyes for a minute." "Naked again?" asked his mother as she ironed. "Wait, you're not telling me you just came out of the shower? I asked you to do that earlier! Oh gawwddd Hunter, how could you do this to me! We'll be so late, Hunter." "Relax, mom," said Hunter. "I'm all set, and not wet or naked?" "All set?" asked his mother. "Yeah, I picked something else, and I'm coming out, replied Hunter, sounding nervous. "Please just cover your eyes like I asked, and promise you won't freak out, ok?" "Freak out?" His mother panicked. "Oh gawwddd Hunter, I thought you were pooping!" "Well yeah much earlier, but I'm pretty sure I've scared the poop long out of myself, so promise you won't be mad at me," joked Hunter, before getting serious and softening his tone. "Please mom!" "Oh gawwwddd Hunter, what now! I know I shouldn't have left you alone," said his mother, growing worried. "Why now, Hunter? I really needed this night out. Am I going to have to cancel now?" "You won't," said Hunter, unlocking the door. "Please mom! This is hard enough. Can you just do it please and calm down. Go sit in the chair maybe?" "Oh jeez! You are going to be the death of me, Hunter Richards!" said his mother as he could hear the anger in her voice and then she left out a deep breath as he heard the sound of wheels rolling on the carpet as she sat down. "Fine!" As the air left her lungs, ten seconds felt like an eternity as you could hear a pin drop and then the sound of the door knob turning loudly. There were two little clicks on the floor and then dead silence until he mustered the strength to utter a sound. "Uuummmm....ok?" said Hunter, standing in the bathroom doorway, quivering. "Huhh!" sighed his mother, dumfounded, covering most of her face with both hands. There stood Hunter looking over at his mother and then down at the floor. When still a sound didn't come from her mouth, he looked back up, expecting her to say something good or even bad but she just stared at him, speechless. He gave it another few seconds, but the silence was deafening as he had no clue what to do, except break the ice. "So?" Hunter held out his hands. "So?" smiled his mother, shaking a bit and getting choked up. "So? So who are you?" "Well?" thought Hunter. "I was thinking... you know? Your daughter? Like especially tonight?" "Oh Hunter?" his mother said, getting emotional. "I can't believe you? I leave you alone for a few hours and what the hell has come over you!" "Mom, I just thought..." explained Hunter as she stood up. "Don't honey!" said his mother, holding out her hand to stop. "I think I almost just had a heart attack." "Oh gawwwwddd," Hunter said as she grabbed her chest. "Please don't say that, mom." "Not that kind of heart attack honey, although maybe a little?" said his mother, trying to calm herself. "I meant like wow!" "Oh good," Hunter said, seeing her tear up. "So like a good wow?" "Like I can't believe it, but I'm ecstatic. WOW! Like finally no battle over a dress!" said his mother, trying to hold back some tears but she couldn't, as two came down now. "Wait? Take another step." "Ok," said Hunter, taking a baby step gingerly as she wiped under her right eye and squinted at him. "Holy shit, Hunter," said his mother, trying to stop crying as she wiped under the left eye now. "That's not Carrie's? Is that my dress?" "Yeah? nodded Hunter, stepping from the doorway into the room. "Ooohh myyyy gawwwddd!" squealed his mother, getting a better look at him now. "I...I... Oh my gawdddd! Look at that makeup! And the hair! And you're in heels? Are you seriously standing in heels?" "Yeah I found them in Carrie's bag, and Kara said they went well with this dress," sighed Hunter, turning his legs, lifting one foot before swaying back, looking straight ahead at her shyly. "She helped me kind of get this together, and they did my face. Her mom did all the foundation and whatever you call the base stuff, then Kara did all this with my eyes and a lot of the stuff with color. I'm not sure what a lot of it is called, but they said it looked good on me." "Oh my gawwddd you're stunning, and those shoes look perfect with it!" sighed mother, holding her chest. "You look freaking gorgeous! I think I really will be having a heart attack.!" "Please don't, just because I can walk in these shoes doesn't mean I can run in them, so running for help might be a bit out of the question!" joked Hunter, folding his hands together. "So no heart attacks tonight please mom?" "Deal, you little diva!" laughed his mother, taking a deep breath and exhaling. "Whhheeewwww! And how exactly did you even learn that? Kara again?" "Well the practice in those wedges you had me in helped. So really you and then Kara did give me some pointers that helped big time," Hunter said. "I've kind of been practicing all afternoon after I worked up the guts to do all this, since I wanted your date to be perfect, and we'd be going to this fancy dinner." "I told you I'm not sure if it's not a date like that, so cool your jets, missy," said his mother. "It's just a nice dinner, and I'm still not sure I even want a date like that or if he does. He feels bad about everything he's had to impose on us for our vacation, so I think it's his way of helping make things a little better for us. It's sweet honestly." "If that's what you say, mom?" said Hunter, with a smirk. "But if you're asking me, then I think he really likes you and seems you like him too? Right?" "It is what I say, and don't you worry about things like who likes who?" lectured his mother. "I'm not some high school girl having crushes! It's just nice to be dressed up for a change and enjoy some adult conversation. That's all! "You sure?" smiled Hunter. "Because it's been a while since I've seen your hair done up like that where I couldn't see your roots and I..?" "Hunter?" his mother interrupted. "Worry about not falling on your ass in my dress, and not how I color my hair. Now I love that you went through all this trouble to impress me honey, but don't step over the line please." "Sorry, I wasn't trying to," replied Hunter, tossing up his hands. "I think that came out wrong, and you didn't let me finish." "No need. I know you meant well, and I love you for it," said his mother, calming down and pulling a few strand of her hair in front of her face, looking at them. "You know I do. I love all that you put into this for me, and you're right I've been too preoccupied lately, so maybe I did let my hair go a little. My bad, but that's fixed now and I love how beautiful you look plus never forget I love everything about it. I am truly touched more than words, but please just let me take things slow ok? Please honey?" "Sure, mom," nodded Hunter. "I just wanted you to worry about yourself and not me for a change. I wanted to show you I could get it together like you've wanted me to. Not that I really wanted to ever be in your dress or makeup, but if it makes me look or feel like you've wanted me to, then I'm proud to do it finally. In fact I'm sorry I even fought you about it." "That's so sweet, Hunter," smiled his mother. "But you already knew you didn't need a dress or any makeup to have people think you look beautiful. You just are?" "More like shockingly passable after your little tweaks," laughed Hunter, turning his hips. "But really when I was trying on your clothes earlier and then I put this dress on, I was proud to look a little like you actually." "You're killing me, Hunter," said his mother, wiping her eyes. "I'm sorry," said Hunter, tearing up himself now. "It's just once I worked up the guts, I couldn't stop. I wanted it to be as perfect as I could for you." "And you are? And not that you don't look ridiculously gorgeous with your hair like that, but you didn't have to try to be blonde like me as well, sweetie," smiled his mother. "I mean I appreciate everything Kara and Evelyn did to help get you looking like this, but I'm not sure I'm comfortable with you borrowing one of Evelyn's wigs. Things like that are usually kind of personal, so maybe you want to take that off, and I'm betting she doesn't know Kara lent you that does she?" "Yeah she doesn't, because she didn't," snickered Hunter. "And I was wondering why you didn't comment right away about the hair, but I guess now I know." "Oh gawwddd," sighed his mother, closing her eyes, concerned "Please don't tell me you swiped that from the salon or off a mannequin? You know they have cameras like everywhere here, and that looks expensive. Take it off Hunter, and let's run down and return that before dinner." "Mom, Kara helped me a little, but I didn't want her here when you got ,so why do you think I was in the bathroom so long?" said Hunter, tossing up his hands. "Do you have any idea how long it takes to get out all those cornrow braids and how much work it is to make your hair look decent afterwards." "But you're blonde!" yelled his mother, running over and touching his hair. "Holy shit, this is you!" "Yup! Not actually my plan, and these curls do not come out too easily, just so you know," said Hunter, allowing her to pick through his head as she spun his shoulders, getting a closer look at the back. "And the blonde part, well that as it turns out was Kara's doing, overdosing me with sun in, and my bad forgetting to wash it out when she told me to." "You're kidding?" said his mother, lifting the back. "How could I not have noticed it getting so light?" "I didn't either, as it doesn't show so much in the sunlight, and until you undo all the braids, so who knew?" Hunter looked down, pulling one of his curls as it sprung right back. "The tight curls on the other hand I was warned to expect once the braids came out by Evelyn, but the effects of her daughter lightening my hair like her chem project not so much." "Either way it's so pretty. All these little kinky curls look gorgeous on you," laughed his mother, fluffing some curls with her fingers. "And I still can't believe you even did your hair for me. I'm impressed." "Well be impressed that I could get out the braids with these damn nails," joked Hunter, shaking his hair. "As much as I hate to admit it, in reality giving me, almost sharp nails helped me separate the braids or I'd still be in there, because even with them I was in there an hour before I could come out not looking like a blonde bimbo." "Well blondie, welcome to the club, and we're now officially fashionably late, miss high maintenance," joked his mother, looking at her watch. "So we will talk more later, as I'll be expecting every detail, but right now I need to touch up my eyes since you opened the water works. Now give me two minutes in the bathroom and we're out the door." Hunter wasn't exactly sure why he still felt so uneasy, yet he was as he had successfully transformed himself into the daughter she'd all along tried to make him into from the second they'd got there. He'd given up his battles about dresses and makeup that he'd fought with vigor, yet ultimately knew he would lose. She had slowly but surely converted him from son to daughter, making sure he'd have no escape and during his brief time alone, he'd cemented it without question. He now stood in her Bengal orange, stretchy one shoulder dress that hugged his skinny body like it was painted on, feeling stuck on his tip toes with his feet inside his sister's stilettos. Beneath it, he was in pumpkin colored underwear where he needed to double the silicon padding in his one shoulder strapped bra to fill out the dress, as for the first time he might have shown as a "B" cup. In a way the dress worked on him, because it's tight yet rucched fabric covered his panty lines and at least mildly masked his lack of hips. A single zipper up the back inside a tight enclosure that stopped just above his bra line had presented a huge struggle when he tried things on, so really once he committed to being in something this sexy, there would be no turning back anyway. His Oriole orange toe nail polished glistened from inside the strappy gold stiletto pumps, with two buckles fastened above each ankle and a spikey five inch heel. Between the tightness of his ultra-short dress and the focus he'd need to take each step in his shoes, he'd soon be leaving the room like never before. They'd taken his big glued in lash extensions to an even more colossal level with a jet black mascara and a thick upper lined lid. At the inside near his nose, beige frost contoured at the inlet of his eyes shimmered near the valley of his nose before turning dark, as most of his waterlines had been thinly lined in slate grey. On his lids, a touch of gold shadow graced the inside edge of his outmost lids before blending into a shimmering bronze at the middle, then turned a charcoal color at the outer crease. Inside the top of the eye socket, a burnt rust highlight bent in, defining it from the outside in and then above that a white peach accent sat inside the brow arch. His elaborate eye makeup was truly intoxicating, as it had distracted him the entire time he unraveled his braids, as still he couldn't stop looking at it. A burgundy plum blush with an apple level peach highpoint glistened from his glowing cheek bones, and for the first time ever, his lips popped off his face. They had used a tangerine lip liner to slightly over line his naturally sweetheart shaped lips before they filled them in with an apricot lip color, and then finished them off with a high shine gloss. He could taste the citrus flavor as he licked his lips, picking his hair with his long watermelon pink colored nails. It was crazy that his light brown hair was now radically sun kissed as he stood admiring his new hair color, about to walk out newly "blonded." As he lifted sections, he could still see light brown strands that must have been screened from the hot sun's cooking, yet even those seemed to have turned dirty blonde. The overall effect though presented him as quite the natural beach blonde with a head filled with multi-tonal sun kissed blonde highlights atop a wheat blonde base. He'd worked hard to get out the tiny braids as he delicately separated each corn row. As each had finally been unraveled, their kink and curl would have to be managed as he added products he'd gotten from Evelyn to condition, moisturize and tame them before he'd be stuck as a white girl with an afro. Ten minutes into the exercise, he was scared he'd made the wrong decision to take out the braids on his own, but then as time went on he began to get the hang of dealing with the frizz. As he piled and dampened each one in products, their weight atop each other began to force them to drop down his neck or even sideways before eventually he rocked a head full of kinky curls. From a middle part hung mounds of tiny perm like blonde curls in a sexy layered mane, and beneath them he took Kara's suggestion to hang huge thick gold hoop earrings to accentuate the look. With two matching gold bangles on his right wrist and a bicep bracelet on the shoulder-less side of his dress, he'd become a sexy young woman for the first time. One last time he turned, looking at his ass in the mirror, astounded at how much shorter his hair seemed, being so kinky. He twitched to the left, tugging down his skirt with his nails, twisting his foot, admiring how amazing his toned thin tanned legs looked stemming from the tropical orange dress. He was the blonde, curly, girly girl with his makeup dramatically done for evening in a short sensual dress and high heels, looking old enough to enter a night club instead of barely being a high school freshman, as finally his mother exploded from the bathroom with some urgency, catching him checking himself out. "Ok, I'm ready! At least I hope I am?" said his mother, as she hurried from the bathroom tossing some items in her purse. "And please tell me I look half as good as you do now." "You look beautiful, mom," smiled Hunter, grabbing his little gold clutch. "And don't get mad at me for saying this, but I'd say really sexy!" "Oh gawwwdd, Hunter," said his mother, hugging him nervously. "Let's just go before I lose it just looking at you again, and I'm not sure I can even deal with you saying that." Out the door they went now, as his mother was dressed in a teal blue silk dress that was extremely tight across her ass and open down her back. Exposed sexily in front were her firm boobs inside the spaghetti strap mini-dress, delivering a sultry look and her shapely legs shined from her spikey silver strappy stilettoes. You could immediately tell that her spa day had delivered a radiant glow to her skin, as not a wrinkle seemed present and she looked a good five years younger. With coral pink high glossed lips and her eye makeup done in a cat like manner, her green eyes beamed atop the silken shine of her outfit. She was still more blonde than he was though, as her hair shined from its pin straight flat ironed style and had been swept to one shoulder. The long silver needle like earring wavered, reflecting the light like a wind chime in her left ear with her hair on the other shoulder, and her long nails glistened, having been redone in a beachy opal. She could actually easily pass for his much older sister with her maybe looking thirty, and him twenty two the way they both looked now. Of course though, they were mother and trying hard to be a daughter with the same gorgeous green eyes, unmistakably related, as they walked from the room and down to the elevator as Hunter pushed the button. Even confident they both looked good, you could cut the tension with a knife as they got in and stood together, stuck staring at each other as the doors closed behind them. "So are we going to talk about this, or you still just trying to convince yourself this is ok?" asked Hunter, touching her wrist. "Because I'm good with it mom, and really all we talked about was hair and dresses?" "Good with what?" asked his mother, touching her hair as she looked at it in the reflection. "I'm still thinking it's just dinner Hunter, so don't make more of this than you should?" "Really mom?" snickered Hunter. "Stop, Hunter?" said his mother, checking her teeth for lipstick. "It's no big deal?" "Then why do you seem so tense?" Hunter asked. "Do I?" said his mother, adjusting her left boob. "Because I'm not tense, but uuummm?.. I look ok, right? "Well I'm still man enough to admit he's a really good looking guy, mom," smiled Hunter, nodding his head. "So I'm glad you're finally getting out with someone like him." "Really? That's how you're trying to convince me having dinner with a gentlemen is ok?" laughed his mother, giving him a look. "Maybe you'd like to rephrase that because.... Not like that you're not?" "Aaahhhh.... good point," smirked Hunter, pointing his long nail at her. "I just meant you're beautiful mom, and you deserve to be out with someone in your league. Not some loser." "Honey, it's not a date like that," explained his mother. "Seriously?" said Hunter, tapping her arm as the elevator door opened. "Because that's as dressed up as I've seen you in ages, and then why do you look so nervous." "I'm not," said his mother, annoyed as they walked out. "If you say so," replied Hunter as they walked. "Why, are you?" asked his mother. "Well first time in really freaking high heels, probably too much makeup, your dress and more curls than a French poodle," gulped Hunter, grabbing her hand. "Honestly yes, of course I'm nervous! And there's Ramon so maybe you should go without me, since I doubt he'll even recognize me looking like this ,so maybe I can still turn around." "Cut the shit, pretty girl! You're stunning, and no chance I'm doing this alone," said his mother, grabbing his arm and pushing forward as Ramon made eye contact with her. "Plus he's already seen us, so stop your whimpering and get a smile on that pretty face." "Crap," mumbled Hunter, taking a breath, seeing Ramon and giving a little wave. "Oh good evening, Mrs. Richards," said Ramon, standing there and greeting her. "You ladies look fantastic tonight." "Thank you Ramon. So do you, honey," said Mrs. Richards, enjoying the flattery and playing with her necklace. "That blazer looks great on you dear, and where's your dad? Running a little late dealing with some resort business." "Well with him that happens constantly, but no ma'am," said Ramon standing tall. "He's inside." "Oh?" said Mrs. Richards, a bit surprised. "Well then let's go in." "Well I'm really not that hungry mom, so I was thinking Ramon and I would just grab something light down at the ice cream parlor and maybe meet up with you two later," said Hunter, walking over and putting his hand on Ramon's forearm standing next to him. "You're ok with that, right Ramon?" "Hunter, what are you doing?" replied his mother as her eyes grew wide. "That's a five star restaurant we're having dinner at." "I'd rather just have chicken nuggets and a float, mom," smirked Hunter, twisting his curls playfully, half avoiding eye contact. "This place is expensive and no point wasting his hard earned money on us. You have fun. They'll have music and Shirley temple's by pool for all the teenagers until eleven, so I'd rather hang there then in some stuffy restaurant?" "Ramon, would you give me a second with my daughter, please?" said Stacey, pulling him off Ramon's arm. "Oh sure," said Ramon. "Of course. I'll go tell my dad you're here." "Thank you, dear." Stacey watched him walk away before turning to Hunter, ready to scold him. "What the hell are you doing, Hunter?" "Nothing, mother?" smirked Hunter. "Nothing? Are you fucking nuts?" said his mother. "I know you dressed yourself, but have you actually seen yourself?" "Yes mom, I've seen every inch of me," said Hunter, rolling his eyes. "And so have you I hate to admit, but this isn't about me! Is it?" "Don't you dare twist things?" said his mother, raising her voice. "I appreciate what you are trying to do here honey, and lord knows I could use a night out like that so maybe I should give you the benefit of the doubt that you don't fully understand what you've just done, but I think you're sending Ramon the wrong signals." "What's the matter mom?" said Hunter making a face playing innocent. "Don't you trust me?" "You damn well know I do not!" scolded his mother. "Sure I've given you a little longer leash lately, but never have I left you without Kara or Evelyn or been too far away. Really if I didn't trust Evelyn though I wouldn't have even gone to the spa for so long, and even with that look what happened to you!" "Nothing happened that you didn't put in motion, did it?" said Hunter, motioning to his ensemble. "Right?" "Well....." shuttered his mother, stumbling for words. "Maybe not but...." "Exactly mom, and come on you need this date. Now stop bullshitting that it's not, because we both know you want it to be and you deserve this date," said Hunter, hugging her. "Now I love you and I'll be fine on one. Please just trust me for once." "On one?" asked his mother, stunned. "Did I just hear that right?" "No you didn't?" said Hunter, before smirking and twisting a curl. "Don't I look pretty enough? Now go enjoy a nice adult date without having anything around to ruin the night. You deserve it?" "You don't need to do this for me, Hunter," said his mother, holding her chest. "I may have dressed you up but I can't have you do this." "Not tonight you didn't, so maybe I need to know some things too since I've seen life from a whole new perspective lately, mom," said Hunter, grabbing her hand and squeezing it. "Now he's asked me out and I've said yes, so I'm going, mom." "You're kidding, Hunter?" said his mother dumfounded. "And I'm not sure I believe that." "Yeah and I bet you didn't believe I'd look this good in your dress or could master your heels either," laughed Hunter, giving her a hug. "Now I'll be back in the room by eleven. I promise, and you can trust me. Now don't embarrass me, because I damn well can't have my mother on my date." "Hunter? You're saying it's really a date?" asked his mother, holding him by both hands, looking at him before she turned, letting go of one hand. "You and Ramon and oh myyyy gawwddd! Here he comes. He's a boy, honey!" "Yeah I kind of noticed?" joked Hunter, seeing him approaching. "And I'm your daughter right?" "Well yeah but.. but... he's got facial hair honey! He's a rich kid." His mother squeezed his hand. "He's a player type you know, and you're only fourteen..and... and please you can't forget you're not....." "Not waiting up for you, and he's only seventeen, plus I'm almost fifteen," said Hunter, letting go of her hand as Ramon got closer. "You let Carrie date much younger than that, and just trust me please. I love you mom!" "Ready, Hunter?" Ramon walked up to them and noticed Stacey's face. "Everything ok?" "Everything's perfect," nodded Hunter at Ramon and then softly smiling at his mother. "Great!" smiled Ramon. "Oh, and my dad got you two the best table overlooking the ocean, so just look for the candles lit towards the back when you get inside. You kind of can't miss it." "That sounds amazing! Sounds romantic, mom?" smiled Hunter, stepping away from her, taking Ramon's hand and winking at her. "And yeah I'm ready, so let's go. Don't worry about a thing, and love you mom." "What have I done?" mumbled his mother to herself as she watched her son walk hand in hand with a boy. Hunter looked back momentarily, seeing her watching and then softly shoved his shoulder towards Ramon as they turned, leaving her sight. He had now initiated the date that he wasn't exactly sure he should have agreed to, yet knew it was the right thing for his mother. Being quite over dressed to share pool side chicken nuggets at an elevated bar type table while they talked casually would be no big deal, and then neither were sharing some floats that they had for dessert. They were actually getting along quite well, as he had wondered every so often how his mother was doing and knew she was doing the same. It was nothing like being with Greg, who was more reserved and goofy, as Ramon was quite the opposite, being more a confident and cocky guy. His mother was right that Ramon thought himself to be a ladies' man and now Hunter was his lady, as under the table went his hand as he knew he had little choice but to take it before it went someplace it shouldn't. As twilight set in, they'd been out for over an hour before they walked down to where the music was playing and at least tonight he knew he'd be a different kind of hula girl. They walked around chatting briefly with a few teens Ramon knew as Hunter was being paraded like the prize catch of the day, clinging to his arm and giggling along with strangers. It felt surreal that it was a real date, and he was that date, yet somehow he did feel sexy and alive even if he still struggled to fully accept he was the girl and not the guy holding her. When they got near the pool, Ramon introduced him to yet another couple. He nodded and smiled like he was paying attention when instead his focus was solely on his long legs in stilettos reflecting back up it, as it was all really hitting him as he watched the slight breeze ruffle his curls. The wild uninhibited boy had fully morphed himself into this submissive eye candy girl, yet as much as he knew he'd done this to himself, he just couldn't take the boredom of meaningless conversation. "So you think you could excuse us for a minute," Hunter interrupted mid- sentence one of the guys who was speaking. "Come on, let's go get a drink or something?" "Oh sure?" said Ramon, raising his brows. "All you had to do was say you were thirsty and no problem. Sure, let's go get a table." "Well I'm really not, but honestly I'm freaking bored out of my mind?" replied Hunter as they walked hand in hand. "Is this what you do on your dates typically? Blahh.. blahhh.. blahh?" "Sorry, but when you take out a girl that looks as good as you do," said Ramon, squeezing him in and then whispering in his ear. "You kind of want to show her off a little?" "Damn right you do, and watch your lips near my ear, please," joked Hunter as Ramon pulled out his chair. "Of course," said Ramon, sniffing his neck as he pushed in the chair and lifted his arm. "I was just enjoying the fragrance! Waiter!" "Oh so that's how it's going to be tonight then I see?" laughed Hunter. "You do remember our last drink together, right?" "How could I ever forget! Two strawberry daiquiris please," winked Ramon, stuffing some money in the waiter's hand. "Bold move," laughed Hunter. "I figured you'd at least pick a different drink for us this time." "Maybe I did?" replied Ramon with a smirk. "Plus I told you I've always had a thing for the bad girls, but I'm still hoping we'd drink them this time." "Well, a boy can hope, can't he?" laughed Hunter, flicking his wrist as the drinks arrived. "How about if I beg?" joked Ramon, raising his glass. "Cheers, and please! My father just bought me all these expensive clothes and he'll kill me." "Then I imagine you'll be on your best behavior tonight, so watch the neck?" smiled Hunter, tapping his neck and then his ear. "The way you look tonight I'm not sure that could even be remotely possible," sipped Ramon, sliding his hand across the table and taking Hunter's. It would be more than just holding hands now as he gently touched every knuckle, every pressure point and then picked up his hand, kissing his wrist. He wanted to react with a typical snide remark, except instead he could feel goose bumps and then rubbed his nails against Ramon's face when his lips left Hunter's hand. "So am I going to have to wait all night to dance again or what?" said Hunter, ending his gentle touch and then downing his drink. He got up from the table, taking the initiative as he lead Ramon to the dance floor, needing to test his own body as the sultry date of a boy. It was quite different than his first time dancing with Ramon, as this time they were much more comfortable with each other and Hunter began to let loose a little. For the first time he was actually enjoying himself dancing against a guy and letting Ramon more freely touch him. After a few fast dances though, it was getting a bit too hot and heavy for his own liking and happily a slow dance came on. He already knew how to handle himself during it, making sure to be in close yet keep his head to the side, safe from his lips. In a way he really did want to feel a kiss like he'd never before, but Ramon's boner against him the entire time reminded him not to. When it ended, he quickly took his hand, leading him back to their table before he grabbed his purse and signaled the waiter. "Can you bring us another round, and I'll be right back," said Hunter, heading to the ladies room. "I just need to freshen up, ok?" "Sure," said Ramon, kissing his cheek like a gentlemen. Inside he dropped his panties and checked himself, content nothing was even attempting to pop up, yet confused why maybe it didn't? He peed like a racehorse, realizing he drank more than he anticipated and then stood, ready to put himself back together. He checked his tucking and dress over and over before finally opening the stall and heading to the mirror, inspecting his face. He did the best he could just brushing on some fresh blush that still seemed to look the same, and could only tell the difference when he redid his lips. Out the door he went, feeling better about not just his bladder but possibly his prostrate, thinking maybe he should call it a night. In one way he wanted to go further to test his emotions, yet on the other hand he looked across the room at a group of gorgeous women dressed to kill as he was not sure if he was seeing himself as one of them. He stopped to think as he watched a few guys hit on them, and then felt a hand touch his shoulder, breaking his stupor. "Hunter?" said the guy. "I almost didn't recognize you?" "Ooohhh...uuumm hey Greg," said Hunter, as his eyes got large, not expecting to bump into him. "Wow?" said Greg, staring at him. "I almost didn't recognize you?" "It's probably the hair, right?" Hunter replied as he dug his fingers in his curls nervously. "You know it was a weird day, and it just came out like so so different than I expected but...." "Different?" said Greg, swallowing hard. "Well yeah but....You look... uummmm." "Blonder than I expected too, and obviously I usually don't wear makeup like this....," said Hunter, feeling really uncomfortable, looking away. "And uuumm I know I'll be the blunt of the blonde jokes soon but... So what are you doing here?" "It's a teen night in case the blonde I'm looking at already forgot, and I'd say it's more than the hair?" said Greg, trying to lighten the tension but almost pissing himself stuttering looking him up and down. "I mean not that you don't look really super hot... I mean gorgeous.. I mean really pretty.... Uuummm...But the question is more like what are you doing here?" "Uuumm yeah thanks, and takes some getting used to myself," said Hunter, twisting his hair nervously. "And honestly I'm just not in the mood for questions, so I'll see you later, ok?" "Wait! Please? I really wanted to apologize and talk about last night," said Greg as his hands were shaking. "I wanted to all day, but Kara told me to wait that you girls were busy doing girl stuff which I can see now of course except I thought she told me you were at this fancy dinner with your mother?" "Well that was the original plan but a few things changed?" said Hunter, trying to weave past him. "Please forgive me, but I have to go." "Ok then, how about tomorrow? Please, because I really want to talk," said Greg, grabbing his arm and not letting him leave that fast. "Tomorrow?" asked Hunter, not knowing how to handle him. "We'll see, ok?" "Please, Hunter?" Greg pleaded. "I just want to talk? Promise me?" "Oh Greg......!" sighed Hunter, seeing how he looked at him and then he looked up to the sky. When his eyes dropped back down, he could see the look of disappointment on his face and then took his hand, leaning in and planting a soft kiss on his cheek. It was weird to see the distinct lipstick stain that he left on a boys cheek, and then he squeezed his hand. "Ok, tomorrow," said Hunter, nodding. "Promise!" Around the pool area and through the crowd he weaved now before finally seeing Ramon. As before, Ramon pulled out his chair and then he sat down, raising his glass to his lips, trying not to think about what had just transpired. "Feel better?" asked Ramon. "Uuummm sure? I mean yeah," nodded Hunter, tugging his skirt down under the table, making sure everything was as it should be and trying to get his brain right, wanting to not think about having to deal with Greg. "Good, because it seemed like you were gone forever?" Ramon gave him a look. "I was worried some other guy might have snatched up my girl?" "Spppiittt! Sorry, down the wrong pipe!" Hunter half spit out his drink and then thought quickly. " "You ok?" said Ramon, reaching over and grabbing his wrist. "Sorry! Sure! Sure," nodded Hunter, taking his hand. "Thanks! All good." "Ok!" replied Ramon, rubbing his hand before teasing. "Because being gone so long and now almost choking you scared me pretty good here." "Awwwweeee?" joked Hunter, breaking their grasp and touching his heart before laughing. "You were worried, and did I just sense some jealousy?" "Maybe?" laughed Ramon, before turning more serious. "You kind of left me hanging after that dancing got me revved up pretty good." "Sorry?" smiled Hunter playfully. "Had to tinkle?" "Well I'm glad you feel better then, because I can't get the images of our dance out of my mind, and that was as red hot as you are in that dress tonight?" said Ramon. "So I'm thinking our next dance could be even steamier? So how about it?" "You know I'm thinking they consider this dress more orange than red, but thanks for noticing," smiled Hunter, touching his dress and deflecting Ramon's excitement. "But maybe let's have another drink so you can calm your jets a little and drop the engine down a notch?" "I don't think I could if I wanted to," Ramon grinned. "And remember what I said to you earlier about having a chance to show off a girl that looks as good as you do?" "Just sip you drink! I told you show and tell is over," said Hunter, making a face. "We've been there. Done that, right?" "I was thinking we were?" said Ramon. "It's just after you take out your Ferrari and get revved up taking her for a spin, you certainly don't want anyone want putting their grubby hands on her, or even worse thinking they can snatch her from you?" "Oh please like that could ever happen after you showed me off to half the place," said Hunter, leaning in, looking into his eyes and batting his lashes. "I'm right here aren't I, and don't overreact to shit you shouldn't. Obviously you just missed me?" "You know I did?" said Ramon, reaching under the table and touching his knee. "And damn right I missed you! But the question is did you miss me?" "You know that is quite the question, isn't it?" smiled Hunter, sipping his drink as he looked over across the other side of the pool, noticing Greg leering his way, allowing Ramon to touch his leg. "So how about we get out of here and we find out?" "You don't have to ask me twice," said Ramon, downing his drink. "Good, because I'm not sure I've really ever felt like this before," said Hunter, feeling a little light headed as he stood up. "Me either, and you're so beautiful," said Ramon, practically jumping up and putting his arm around him. "Thanks, and just hold me please?" sighed Hunter, trying to shake off the feeling as he was engulfed inside Ramon's arm. "I just meant my head is spinning a little." "Oh mine two," said Ramon, enjoying holding him tight as they walked. "But I'm just thinking my sexy Ferrari's ready to get out for a spin." "You know, maybe she is?" replied Hunter, as they walked down a path. "OOhhhhh gawwddd. Awesome," sighed Ramon, excited, sliding his hand down lower on his back and rubbing it as they walked. "Then I know just the romantic place to take you?" "Oh jeez?" sighed Hunter, having heard that before. "Don't you all?" "No, not like this they don't!" joked Ramon, sliding his hand across Hunter's ass as he flinched. "Huh!" Hunter stuttered as Ramon picked him up. "What are you doing?" "Giving your feet a break, and I'm thinking you can't navigate where I'm taking you in those heels," said Ramon, veering off a path and carrying him as he clung to his neck. Ramon pushed away some big palm leaves with his left hand while holding Hunter in his right as they had ducked behind some shrubbery, weaving through the brush. When they emerged, Hunter was suddenly being carried up a rocky hill and then he looked out, seeing the surf below them. It was an amazing view, as he looked down seeing the ocean crash against the rocks and then fifty yards later, Ramon put him down as they had arrived atop a private cliff that looked out to the late night sea. "Wow," said Hunter, gathering himself as he looked out at the view. "I didn't even know a spot like this existed here?" "Not many people do?" said Ramon, sliding his fingers between Hunters. "And I thought if anyone could, then a girl like you could appreciate it's beauty?" said Ramon, rubbing his fingers as they looked out together. "Yeah. Impressive," said Hunter, looking out and daydreaming as the wind softly blew back his hair. "I really do." "Just like the way I appreciate yours, Hunter?" said Ramon, turning and seeing his opening, softly kissing his neck. "Oh," gulped Hunter second guessing the position he'd put himself in, afraid to turn towards him. "You know Ramon, maybe we shouldn't be up here and I don't want you to get in any trouble. Let me just take off my shoes so you don't need to carry me back down." "Since when do you worry about trouble?" said Ramon, touching his bare back ever so softly "Unless you plan on diving in?" "Well I don't really worry about it, but trouble does seem to find me?" said Hunter, before sighing, feeling Ramon ever so gently circling one vertebrae on his back and then the next. "Whheeeww. That tickles. Now behave, and is this the spot where people cliff dive?" "Yup," smiled Ramon as Hunter pulled away his hand. "Why, you going in?" "It's safe?" asked Hunter. "Because that looks like a lot of big rocks down there?" "If you jump off there and land in that open area, then yes," said Ramon, pointing to a spot. "But since when are you the cautious type, Miss Safety Queen." "Since my head is a little foggy?" said Hunter, turning and looking at him. "You spiked my drink, didn't you?" "Me, no?" smiled Ramon, shrugging his shoulders. "The bartender on the other hand?" "Yeah I kind of figured," nodded Hunter, looking down. "I was kind of nervous being out with you, so I wasn't complaining." "Didn't think you were since you reordered our drinks a few times?" laughed Ramon. "And I can't believe I'm hearing that! I thought I was the only one nervous about our date." "You mean all the makeup and curls hid my nerves?" said Hunter, looking up at him. "You're stunning, Hunter," said Ramon, looking into his eyes. "And not that I don't appreciate all that you probably did to look this amazing to go out with me, but you're just as beautiful without any of it." "Thanks, but then maybe you can explain why I'm trembling now," Hunter looked back into his eyes. "Well hopefully it's the height, and not your date," said Ramon as a soft smile came across his face and his arm dipped around Hunter's neck. "Because I don't think I can make it much longer without kissing you." Ramon leaned down now as Hunter watched his lips approach, confused, feeling flattered yet petrified as his emotions were tearing him apart. As their lips touched, it was like a jolt zapped him awake and then he quickly spun his face, denying any more of the kiss. "Oh gawddd, slow down please," said Hunter, pushing back. "I'm sorry," said Ramon nervously. "I just thought..." "Stop! It's ok. I know you did," said Hunter, leaning back in against him and touching his chest. "You're going to make me freak out and I'll be jumping." "We wouldn't want that," said Ramon, wrapping his arms around him, petting his hair as he held him tightly before gently kissing his forehead. "And I waited this long, so I'm sorry if I rushed you." "Well you didn't...but... well," replied Hunter, nervously taking both his hands looking up at him. "Understand it's not you and I've just a lot on my mind, so maybe if you really knew the real me, you might rather I did jump!" "You know that kind of does sound like the real you," laughed Ramon. "But of course no one is allowed to, so you're stuck with me instead." "Oh lucky me," said Hunter, wiggling their fingers together and looking down there. "But seriously no one jumps off here? You told me there was a spot over there that you could?" "Well you can't," said Ramon before correcting himself. "I mean really you're not allowed to, but people now and then sneak off and do it." "Cool!" said Hunter, peering over. "It looks high, but not that high? Have you done it?" "Maybe?" smirked Ramon. "It's like a thirty foot drop, and see the rope ladder. You climb back up over there, but that's really just here for safety, not crazy divers." "Really?" smiled Hunter. "So then maybe you'll bring me back up here in the day time, because I'm thinking I'm going to have to try that before I leave?" "Oh, there's the wild woman I've been waiting for all night?" laughed Ramon. "So you're not afraid of heights?" "In these heels?" joked Hunter, rolling his eyes. "What do you think?" "I think I've still got a thing for a bad girl type. At least a certain blonde, curly haired one," said Ramon, sliding his hand under his hair and flexing his brows. "Sure I'll bring you up here again if that's what you want. Quite honestly you're the hottest girl I've ever been out with, and I'll take this Ferrari on a trip anywhere she'd like." "Oh gawwddd! Good answer, Rico Suave," smiled Hunter, feeling the air go out of his lungs and goose bumps pop across his body as he slid his nails inside Ramon's hair, pulling his face down towards his. He had held out as long as he could as the inevitable was upon him as he took control, kissing Ramon before he could kiss him. As much as his first reaction told him to pull back, his muscles wouldn't as Ramon accepted the kiss and began kissing back. It started so softly as their lips swirled, as he was terrified yet still couldn't stop. The part of him that wanted no part of being a girl was overruled by the other part needing to know, and was he ever finding out! He was the kid that always needed to learn the hard way but feared that soon something inside him would soon turn hard. As it turned out, the hard way felt wild and exciting, as he soon realized it never wavered from it's soft tucked position as instead what was hard the entire night stayed hard while continuing to press against him through Ramon's trousers. Their endless kiss soon grew steamy and enticing as their hands wandered all over each other until finally Hunter realized that Ramon's hand was inside his dress. He pulled back his tongue and then reached ,making sure Ramon's hands didn't wander where they couldn't go before allowing him to squeeze his ass instead. "Easy, big fella," said Hunter, barely able to control himself, again jamming his tongue back in Ramon's mouth with his left hand inside his shirt. "Holy," moaned Ramon as Hunter dug his nails across his bare chest, almost ripping out some chest hair and then it all stopped as a stunning sound resounded through his head. "Oh shit," gulped Hunter, stepping back and putting his hand behind his back. "You kidding me." "Oooppps?" smiled Ramon. "You unzipped my dress?" said Hunter, shocked. "Well yeah," said Ramon, opening his shirt. "I mean it was only fair, because I'm pretty sure there isn't a button left on my shirt, is there?" "Ohhhh?" said Hunter, covering his lips, trying to hide his smirk. "I'm so sorry. I didn't even realize it?" "Seriously?" laughed Ramon, tossing off his shirt and coming towards him. "You didn't and it's not like you haven't seen me on the beach shirtless, right?" "Yeah, but we weren't like this," smiled Hunter, trying to reach behind his dress "Yeah I know, and let me help you," said Ramon, reaching behind him, wiggling his finger before he could grab the zipper. "Come babe?" "Thanks," said Hunter, holding the back. "Kara kind of helped me, and this is hard to zip." "Oh then let's fix that," said Ramon, reaching around the back and then touching his shoulder. "Are you nuts?" yelled Hunter, realizing instead of it being zipped it was now around his ankles and then Ramon grabbed both of his wrists. "Relax. I've seen you every day in a bikini showing less than that, you little vixen," said Ramon, not letting him lean down and get it. "With that hard body you've got, what's the rush to get it back on?" Ramon was smirking, looking into his eyes as Hunter started calming down, nodding and then smiled. "Vixen?" said Hunter, spinning his wrists and grabbing his belt buckle. "You're right? You've seen me in less and I guess I'm still the bad girl, aren't I?" He leaned in kissing him now as he began opening his belt buckle. Ramon cringed as Hunter's nails went inside his waist line, ripping open the button without unsnapping it and then with his left hand he held the zipper. "Holy shit, Hunter." Ramon was dying to have him go down on him. "Oh yeah bad girl! Oh yeah!" "So you going to kick off those shoes? or did you expect I'd rip your pants right over them like I did your shirt?" Teased Hunter, moving the zipper down an inch and then pulling it back up. "Because I'm thinking I can, but that might take a while if that's what you want your bad girl to do?" "Oh shit," squealed Ramon, quickly kicking them off. "Good boy, and I guess I'm very flattered," said Hunter, leaning in softly kissing him slowly, pulling down his zipper and then lifting his left knee against his crotch. "You must be really proud of what you're looking to show your bad girl?" "It's all on you, bad girl," grinned Ramon as his pants dropped down to his ankles. "Show me how bad you are. Please, I'm dying to know." "Well since you asked me so nicely, but don't worry I expect you'll survive me," said Hunter, pushing his knee up hard. "Thing is I may be a bad girl but I'm nobody's slut, so excuse me for leaving on my shoes, because these heels are fucking spikey as hell, but I hope you can swim, asshole!" When Hunter put his left foot down away from Ramon's crotch, it landed on the middle of Ramon's pants on the floor before he instantly cocked his right leg and unleashed it forward with a fury. With the shoe's hard toe platform contacting Ramon's lower breast plate and the stilettos spikey heel stabbing into his rib cage, the swift kick propelled Ramon stumbling back off the cliff as he screamed like a little girl. "Fucking bullseye!" yelled Hunter, looking down and watching him splash down thirty plus feet into the water. "You want the bad girl, here she is! I may be new at this shit and not have a fucking clue what I'm doing, but I'm not your sex toy!" He watched pissed off for a few moments, awaiting Ramon to come up from under water and then his anger turned to worry. After another ten seconds when Ramon didn't come up, he began panicking, looking all over at the spot where he thought he went in. "Holy shit, was that not the spot," grumbled Hunter, holding his face. "Oh my gawwdd! Did I kick him over into the wrong spot? I don't see anything on the rocks? Holy shit!" He began ripping off his shoes and then looked down one more time. "Ramon?" said Hunter before yelling louder. "RAMMOONNN!" After one last glance, he took ran two steps jumping off the ledge and splashing down in the water. When he came up he was looking everywhere, diving under and around as even the clear water was impossible to see in at night. "Oh my gawwddd?" shivered Hunter, treading water. "Did I kill him?" "No, but I landed square on my balls, so I couldn't even breath for like a minute there, so you may as well of killed me if you burst a testicle," laughed Ramon, coming up from under water and scooping him up. "Mother fucker!" smiled Hunter, punching him in the arm. "You almost gave me a heart attack?" "Yeah, and you almost gave me one up there," smiled Ramon before mocking him. "Didn't you? Bad girl?" The tension was gone as instantly they attacked each other kissing as they treaded water, holding each other and making out. With his arms around Ramon's neck and his legs cautiously wrapped up high around Ramon's waist for few minutes, they nibbled and touched as it was as hot and passionate as it could be for the next five minutes. As he slithered down just an inch or so, Hunter was cognizant of the missile pushing up just beneath his soaked underwear, having no desire to break their kiss but then as their weight shifted, he instantly realized something wasn't right. "Did you?" asked Hunter, taking a breath from kissing and reaching down. "Want to continue where we left off up there?" said Ramon, suddenly feeling himself grabbed. "Oh yeah, definitely girl." "Son of a bitch," said Hunter, squeezing it hard before jamming his sharp nails into his manhood and diving under water. "Oh yeah," Ramon said, loving it and catching his breath. "Don't stop, babe." He waited five seconds and then then ten before he heard a splash out in the distance. "Hunter?" asked Ramon, looking around. "Come on, I know I fucked with you earlier but stop. Now just come out of the darkness and come over here and kiss me." "So are you missing me or something else?" said Hunter. "You?" said Ramon, swimming in the water and looking around. "Now come on." "You sure?" asked Hunter sarcastically. "Hunter?" replied Ramon, confused and then looking up. "Holy shit, how the hell did you get up there so fast. You're like a fucking Ninja." "It's called a ladder? And I'm athletic, asshole?" said Hunter, standing back on the ledge. "But aren't you missing these? Because oddly I seem to have found them floating in the water?" "Well yeah, because I was hoping i didn't need them anymore," laughed Ramon. "Now jump back down here. Come on, I miss you?" "Yeah you miss much so much you freaking took off your underwear?" yelled Hunter. "Ohhh I do not think so? Sure that got hot and heavy, but what exactly did you think we were about to do?" "Like you didn't want it?" said Ramon. "And like you weren't asking for it? Now come on! I need my bad bad girl back?" "Your bad girl? I'll give you your fucking bad girl," said Hunter, picking up one of Ramon shoes and hurling it down at him, hitting him square in the face. "Oh shit! Those are my Brunello Cucinelli loafers, and they're not waterproof!" said Ramon, grabbing his eyes. "Do you have any idea how expensive they are, and my father is going to kill me if they are ruined! Are you nuts! Easy!" "Nuts? No, those you can hold yourself, and I'm a bad girl who could give a shit about your shoes," yelled Hunter, pointing down. "Maybe a very bad girl, but I am not fucking easy. I'm fourteen, you asshole. Fourteen! You want to have sex with a fourteen year old?" "Well it didn't have to be sex? You have just you know...?" said Ramon, holding his eye for a minute. "I figured wild girls like you love that shit, and I think you have given me a black eye?" "Dream on asshole, and a black eye will look nice with your blue balls, because no chance these lips are going anywhere near that shit," said Hunter, hurling the other shoe. "Holy shit, Hunter," cried Ramon, holding his face. "I think you might have just broken my nose! How the hell can a hot chick like you throw that damn well!" "How the hell can a fucking hot Latino guy not be able to catch?" yelled Hunter, picking up Ramon's shirt and drying his hair with it. "Don't you guys make up like half the major league now? and do you have any idea how long it took to do this hair?" "Come back down here now and don't worry, it looks just as sexy wet," said Ramon, frustrated. "Come on Hunter, I'm a lover not a player." "Oh my mother was right that you're a play--a alright," said Hunter with some attitude. "But hopefully you won't have any problems with shrinkage when you walk back, because I'm thinking the girls won't be all over you with your face swollen like that! But then again I'm sure some skank will still like you from the waist down if you can keep that boner you've had all night." "Do not even joke like that, Hunter," said Ramon, holding his eye and hearing a clanging sound. "You are not touching the ladder, right?" "No, and good night," replied Hunter, drying his body with Ramon's pants. "In case you give a shit, I had a nice time before you became a horny asshole." "Wait don't leave?" said Ramon, swimming toward the ladder. "You said you didn't touch it, and I don't see it?" "No, you asked me if I was and I wasn't," said Hunter, out of sight, ringing out his underwear before putting them back on. "I already pulled that shit up, and don't worry after I finish drying myself with them, then I'll put the rest of your clothes right back where you left them up here." "Please no! My father will kill me?" cried Ramon as Hunter pulled on his dress. "Please, Hunter?" "Stop whining and be a man. All you have to do is walk down the beach in your birthday suit, and from what I felt down there, I imagine even the guys that might see you will be impressed," said Hunter, pulling on his shoes. "Now see ya around lover boy, so luckily I'm athletic because it'll take much more of a man to navigate all those freaking rocks down a hill in stilettos than it'll take to swim back to the resort." "Please don't leave me," Ramon called out. "Hunter? Hunter?" Hunter did his best to pull himself together, ignoring Ramon's feeble moans as he began walking down the hill navigating the sharp rocks in his heels. He almost fell multiple times as he held out his hands balancing in the darkness, as there was barely enough light to see his way down, let alone make out the best spot to step. When he got to the bottom, he could feel the straps on his ankles and then pushed through the brush as it scraped his legs and back. A couple of hundred yards in the distance he could see the lights of the resort and then finally he stepped to a paved path. As familiar as it might have been in the day, it was confusing at night, so he followed the path and then finally he saw a building. It was not the tower where his room was, but he could hear the music from the pool area so he knew it couldn't be far. He walked over to what looked like a back entrance that was dimly lit, yet it was locked and then he walked towards another with the same result. He walked now past a loading dock, figuring there would be an entrance past the next corner, but this time it was more of a grey maintenance door, and yet again locked. "Lose your way, gyal?" said a man's voice with a thick Caribbean accent from out of the darkness. "Oh you startled me! Yeah a little," said Hunter barely able to see him in the night. "But I'll find it. Thanks." "Around the next turn to the right, and I can let you in," said the man, stepping into the light. "Oh thanks," said Hunter, cautiously seeing a big dreadlocked, scary looking guy. "This way, and after you," said the man, pointing. "And thank you?" "Oh, but that looks..?" Hunter realized there was no door in the darkness before feeling something touching his neck. "Like a nice spot for us," said the man, pushing the point slightly into his neck. "So don't move baby luv." "I don't have any money sir," said Hunter, freezing and putting his hands up. "Who said anything about money," said the man, lifting his dress in the back. "Now put your hands down and keep them in front of you, because it seems like someone's already wet, you little criss ting?" "Little what?..I...I.. was in the ocean," said Hunter, slowly dropping his hands and then feeling the man grabbing one of them, twisting it behind his back. "Ooouucchh. Please?" "I love when a dutty gyal like you says please, and asks for it. Now hold your dress. You got the goodas don't you gyal," said the man as Hunter could feel the fabric being held up along with his wrist as his grip tightened. "Oh no! Please stop, whatever that means," gulped Hunter as slowly the blade touched his bare spine on the backless part of his dress, gently making it's way down his back. "I'm not a dirty girl, mister?" "Don't you move even a millimeter baby luv, or I'm snap this arm like a tooth pick," said the man, squeezing his arm while twisting his wrist and then Hunter almost couldn't believe what he felt, as it was beneath his dress in crack of his ass. "And you damn well know you are, out dressed like that." Before he could let out his next breath, the knife sliced through his panties and elastic of the g-string near his left buttocks and then right cheek. "Please I'm not what you think," screamed Hunter as he felt them come off. "Wat you think means shit to me luv, because me thinks I like what I see Mon!" sighed the man as Hunter heard him unzip his pants. "Finally something I agree with? Mon?" said Hunter, composing himself and lifting his leg slightly. Like lightening he jammed down his foot, stabbing the man with his sharp heel and pushed away from the knife's blade. As the man screamed in pain and lessened his grip on his arm, Hunter twisted his wrist free and spun around, elbowing him in the face. As Hunter spun now ready to hurl a punch, it was not what he expected as the man shook off the elbow like he was a heavyweight contender and counter punched Hunter square in the face. It was a blow like none he'd ever felt, yet it only got worse as it was followed by a few more violent shots. He'd never been in a real fight in his life, but suddenly it was like he was being held up against the ropes for a bludgeoning, as he could feel his left eye closing and blood dripping down his chin. There would be no ropes to break his fall, or no bell to stop the assault, as the only thing that stopped him from hitting the ground was his assailant looking into his blurry eyes, holding him up by his hair. He attempted another feeble punch, which only elicited an evil chuckle, and then by the hair he was spun around like a rag doll, no longer making eye contact. He wanted to fight, but it took all the strength he had left not to pass out before a kick at the back of his knees sent him down to the ground. Just pushing his hands into the grass and lifting his face from the floor took every last once of strength he had left as he crawled a few inches, dying to get up and run away. It was futile though, as again he was grabbed by the hair from behind even more violently this time while on all fours, and then the most terrifying moment of his life was upon him as he felt him from behind, mounting him. "Dats mi gyal, and no point fighting your Mon, baby luv," said the man, reaching underneath, grabbing hold of Hunter's boy parts while at the same time he felt his butt cheeks being parted. "I'll let you taste my bruk later dutty gyal and if you're a good gyal, then this Mon will take care of that other little problem with my knife so no one will again have to ever call you one again." Every sense in his body turned off as it was like the lights went off and he felt nothing. It could have been a millisecond or an hour until suddenly the switch went on, and he looked up, seeing Greg. "Greg?" asked Hunter, struggling to open his eyes. "I got you," said Greg as he was carrying him. "It's ok. I'll get you to help." He looked around, realizing Greg was running with him as he could see the lights in the sky getting closer. "Please, just take me to my room," sighed Hunter. "Please, I can't ruin my mother's date." "Hunter, you just got..." Greg began to say. "Just my room, and please don't say anything to anyone," said Hunter, looking down at his ripped dress with blood on it, and his purse atop his stomach. "But you need medical attention," said Greg as into the building they went. "No, I need to say I don't even know how to thank you?" said Hunter, getting emotional. "Or even exactly how you..?" "I just did and you don't?" said Greg, carrying him in the back way. "But we better take the stairs then and cover up down there now that we're out of the darkness, because I've already seen too much I've never wanted to, so I don' think you want to show anyone else." "Oh my gawwddd, Greg," said Hunter, plopping his hand between his legs as his ripped dressed was hiked and they began going up the back stairwell. "Please, I guess I need to explain. Uuumm I wanted to before but....." "Now's not the time," said Greg as they came out of the stairwell. "But at least you stopped me from really kissing you. Wait? Do you have your room key, and can you stand?" "Uuumm it's in my purse, and I think so," Hunter sighed as he gingerly put him, down feeling pain soar through his body as his feet touched the floor and he slipped his card key in the lock. "Wow?" said a girl's voice sitting in a chair watching tv and glancing over. "Mom said you rocked that dress, and had some sexy head of curls tonight? The pictures were incredible. Now turn around and let me get a good look at you, sis?" "Carrie?" said Hunter, stunned to see her. "Yup, finally here and cannot wait to catch up on everything....Wait! Holy shit!" said Carrie as he turned. "Look at you! Oh my gawwwdd!" At first glance from the side view, all Carrie could see was his mane of wild blonde curls and his silhouette in spikey heels beneath a sexy dress. As he turned, so did her expression as she jumped from the chair, racing over, stunned at seeing the disastrous result of the brutal night from the front view. "I'm ok," said Hunter, barely standing. "Don't make a big deal." "Don't make a big deal?" Carrie ran over, helping him to the bed. "You nuts, Hunter? You need medical attention," said Greg, shaking his head. "Carrie, I was going to run right to the nurse, but he made me bring him here?" "What did you say?" Hunter asked as his neck spun while he was taking off his shoes. "I said you need medical attention, and I'm sorry," replied Greg, turning away. "Oh Greg," sighed Hunter, feeling a tear run down his cheek. "I heard you. I heard you call me." "You heard me say you better see a doctor, and I'm leaving you in good hands with your sister," said Greg, getting upset as he looked at him. "But I gotta go." It was a different kind of hurt as Greg hurried off as his sister embraced him, trying to get a handle on everything. He has half monster and still half beauty queen as he hobbled into the bathroom, allowing his sister to help him change into a nightgown without any shame, as half of his face was completely swollen and one of his eyes barely opened. The lump on his head, swollen wrist and three nails broken from his left hand would the least of his worries as he began to recall the details of the tragic night. What flashed back into his head and spewed from his lips started the real water works, as he began to sob and spilled his guts to his sister. It was a night filled with feelings inside him that he never even knew existed, but at the very least the sun came up again that next morning. "Well usually you're the one saying this, but look what the cat dragged in?" said Carrie as the door opened and in came their mother. "Wonderful to see you too, dear?" said their mother, pulling her heels off after being out all night. "Love what you've done with your hair this morning, mom?" joked Carrie as she was next to Hunter, brushing and braiding his wet hair. "Want me to do yours next?" "I'm so exhausted I wouldn't mind, and as I predicted you couldn't wait to get your hands on the poor kid, I see," laughed their mother. "Told you she'd be putting you in pigtails, Hunter?" "I don't mind, mom," said Hunter with his back to her, letting his sister braid his hair. "She washed it and took amazing care of me, but more importantly I guess your date went well I assume?" "Well you told me you wouldn't wait up," giggled his mother. "So yes it was nice, and I wouldn't have expected anything different from your sister. But couldn't you have waited a little, Carrie? Her hair was gorgeous and all those beautiful curls are gone already?" "Mom, trust me, even after I helped her wash her hair this morning they're all still there," said Carrie. "But at least now I've got them tamed a little, and will probably look even better when I take out the braids. Now I'll need you to sit down because we both want to hear all about your date and can discuss hairdos later, but that won't be what we need to talk about or deal with today, mom." "Uuuumm?" said their mother, sitting. "Ok?" "Turn around Hunter, and try to stay calm mom," said Carrie, tapping his shoulder. "Huhhh," sighed his mother, staggering as she saw him. She jumped up and raced over, inspecting every inch of him, asking a million questions. Her emotions went from sobbing before getting herself under control and turning to rage, she was on the phone berating people, freaking out and their vacation had ended. 3 YEARS LATER.............. "So you guys need another girl?" asked Hunter, standing there. "Thanks, but no. The game is almost over," said aguy half ignoring him. "Oh come on. The sides are uneven, and there's one less guy on this team, so I'll just jump in on this side," said Hunter, stretching out his fingers. "I just had my nails cut down a bit, so it's not like I can't hit the ball you know." "Those claws are cut down?" asked the guy, rolling his eyes at her. "Fine?" "How sweet of you?" said Hunter, moseying onto the court. "I mean I'm sure I'm not better than most of you big boys, but trust me I'm not bad for a girl." "Hunter?" said Kara as her face lit up. "Oh myyy gawwddd!" "Hey Kara," Hunter said quickly under the net and then he glanced over at Greg. "Hey Greg." "Did you come to disrupt us, or what?" said Greg, annoyed. "Can we just finish the game?" "Of course not, and I thought I'd return this hoodie I meant to quite a while back?" replied Hunter, pulling off his big hoodie and tossing it out of bounds. "Bring it on, guys." "Holy molly, Hunter," giggled Kara. "Aren't we rocking that today you fucking bitch?" "I love you too, bestie?" Winked Hunter back at her, as he took his index finger, sweeping his hair off his left eye and set his feet in the sand. He'd matured greatly over the last three years, but his thin toned athletic body still sizzled in a bikini. His hair had really grown out and become considerably lighter, as long golden blonde beachy waves streamed three quarters of the way down his back before ending in a v- shape. In front, it was more beach bunny coiffed style, as it rolled away from his face from a left side part before turning back in thick, bouncy layered curls. Even cut down a touch, his glazed teal long square nails and toes would glisten under the blazing sun, but a more pronounced sparkle from his naval would reveal a little belly button piercing. Just like before though, he sported a very natural look though, wearing not that much makeup as eyeliner and mascara would frame his green eyes, delivering thinly lined lids that featured long lashes. A minor shine from his lips would reveal maybe a hint of natural lip gloss, but guys weren't really looking at his face as he looked back over his shoulder, awaiting the game to resume. "So anyone going to serve or what?" smirked Hunter, getting in a receiving position as the guys were fixated on his boobs. "Ah yeah," said a guy, shaking off his stare. "Here goes." Back and forth they volleyed, as neither Hunter nor Kara ever touched the ball. There was plenty of trash talking and high fives for the last few points, until finally Hunter's team won as the game was over. Immediately Kara was all over Hunter, squeezing and hugging him this time, never happier to see him until finally Greg walked past them, trying to head off with incident. "Catch up in a bit, bestie," said Hunter, breaking the hug once Greg got about ten feet away. "So not even a hey how you been or even a goodbye?" "Ok?" said Greg, turning around dead in his tracks. "Hey how you been and goodbye!" "Ok? Maybe let me rephrase that?" smirked Hunter, standing there with his hands folded in front of him. "So maybe you think we could talk for a minute?" "About what?" Greg asked, not wanting to deal with him. "If you came this far to finally return my hoodie? You could have kept it." "Well I wanted to apologize again, and say thanks again, so I was hoping I could do that a little more in private?" said Hunter, half begging. "Please.... Pretty please." "Really?" snarled Greg. "Plleeeassssse?" said Hunter anxiously. "Five minutes," said Greg nastily. "Thank you," said Hunter, settling for that. "Ok?" said Greg. "But you really don't need to say anything. I got your cards and emails, so you've thanked me. So we done?" "No," said Hunter, stopping him from turning away. "And I know you did, but you never replied. Kara told me and I know I hurt you." "No, you were the one hurt," said Greg. "I just did what any guy would do." "No, not any guy! Only an amazing guy. A hero, and I can't say I'm sorry enough for not telling you exactly what I was three years ago, but for what it's worth, I wasn't leading you on," said Hunter, looking up at him. "I swear." "Bullshit, Hunter," replied Greg, pissed. "We held hands and danced and well?... We kind of.. I almost." "You mean kissed? Yeah I know, and maybe a little we did but we didn't really?...and I... well I had no idea what I was doing, and I was confused," said Hunter, scrambling for words. "Honestly I'm still a little confused why a lot happened in my life, but here we are and I know you might hate me but I'm really... really... really sorry if I hurt you and all I can say is thank you for saving my ass. Thank you so so much." "Ok, and you're welcome," nodded Greg, calming down. "I guess." "Thanks," said Hunter, wiping his brow. "That means the world to me if you care, and I'm glad I got that off my chest. Believe me, and I'll be grateful my entire life!" "Ok, and I guess I'm sorry if I was a dick," said Greg, taking a breath. "Not that I wasn't sick to my stomach about what that animal did to you that night, but I was too pissed to return your texts or calls or whatever?" "I know you were, and you weren't a dick," said Hunter before smiling. "Ok you were, but you were right to be." "Damn right I was," smiled Greg. "And about getting something off your chest? Seems it might be the other way around, since that's quite impressive. Looks like your mom came up with another deceptive illusion for the next guy." "Yeah about that," said Hunter, uncomfortably looking away. "It maybe not what you're thinking, but kind of is mostly my mom's doing but aaahhh..." "Wow because those do look freaking real, and truthfully I would have rather you didn't dress up just to apologize!" said Greg, reaching over and grabbing one, feeling it. "I think it would have been just as genuine with the real Hunter not dressed as a girl, and for a minute there I thought you got a boob job." "Uuumm I didn't, but what you're squeezing isn't an illusion," said Hunter, softly pushing his hand away. "So I guess I can understand you needing to grab onto to anything believable when it comes to me, but you do realize we're kind of out in the open here." "What the fuck, Hunter? So if they're not real, and you didn't have surgery?" said Greg, yanking his hand back. "I don't understand." "Well I didn't understand either at first, but I was trying to tell you some of this but you kind of jumped the gun before I could," replied Hunter with a giggle. "Or maybe more like groped the boobs." "I didn't mean to, but I still don't know what the hell that means?" Greg answered, confused and feeling uncomfortable. "Meaning I did not get a boob job, but I've been on hormones for two years now," explained Hunter. "So kind of all me, and you've seen my mom in a bathing suit, right?" "Yeah?" sighed Greg as his eyes grew big, staring at them. "Whooaa?" "Yup, so with what I've been taking, you kind of take on the characteristics of your mother when you do," explained Hunter, tossing up his hands and pointing to his breasts. "So really two years later we've got about the same bra size in case if you were curious." "I really wasn't, but holy shit," said Greg. "Hormones. Wow so... then it all wasn't bullshit you being a girl, or I'm not even sure how to say it? Trying to be a girl maybe?" "Well at the time back then it was bullshit honestly.. well at least at first, and then I was thoroughly confused but that's a much longer discussion if you care to hear it," said Hunter, looking down a bit embarrassed. "Oh umm," mumbled Greg. "Yeah I don't know." "It's cool you don't need to say you do," said Hunter, looking down. "Look I spent more time then I want to think about in therapy when we got home, and after of sorting shit out but then here I am." "Yeah I guess you are," replied Greg. "And I guess just coming back here must have taken a lot of guts." "Maybe, but really I just wanted to apologize to your face," said Hunter meekly. "Whether you like it or not, meeting you was an important part of my life. In fact it changed my life for the better, so I just honestly didn't want you to hate me." "I don't," said Greg, feeling horrible. "I mean I did, but I don't anymore." "Thanks," said Hunter, tearing up. "That means the world to me." "You're welcome," said Greg, getting choked up. "I can only imagine how hard what happened that night must have been, and I guess even where you are now in this weird in between place." "Weird in between place?" said Hunter, wiping his face and getting a bit angry. "Oh sorry, maybe that came out wrong," Greg backpedaled. "Maybe, but you're right and I was for a while," nodded Hunter, thinking about his comment. "But if you need to know and I guess if anyone deserves to know, it's you? I'm all woman now. Sure I wasn't for a while while I transitioned, but just because I may not have had breast implants that doesn't mean I didn't have surgery." "Oh?" asked and then realized. "Ooooohhhh?" "Yup," nodded Hunter with a smirk. "So coming here like the old Hunter to apologize kind of would have been out of the question anyway, and I know it's really not an acceptable excuse, but it's kind of part of what took me so long to come see you again." "Hunter, you don't ever need to apologize about that?" said Greg, touching his arm. "And who cares how long it took?" "I do," nodded Hunter, feeling so warm inside by Greg's touch and reaching up, patting him as well now before smiling. "Plus you think I curl my hair like this or risk breaking a nail in volleyball for just anyone?" "Maybe not, but I'm thinking these days you can," laughed Greg, giving his hand a little squeeze then letting go. "Because I'm sure after you took off your hoodie, like half the guys will be looking to hook up with you and now I guess you really can." "Maybe?" said Hunter, taking a breath. "But there's only one I'd be interested in. So what do you say you let me buy you dinner?" "You want to take me to dinner?" asked Greg, tossing up his hands. "Well yeah?" replied Hunter, looking up at him, flirting a little. "You think I came back down here just to return your hoodie?" "Like I want that back?" said Greg. "Dinner? Ummm.. don't think so!" "Oh?" said Hunter, dejected, shaking his head and turning away. "Sorry. I guess I shouldn't have even thought you would be interested. I feel horrible, and thanks for letting me get all this crap off my chest, but a girl can try can't she?" "She can, but you got the wrong type of guy, Hunter," said Greg, grabbing his arm as he turned away. "Just so you know, I'm the type of guy that does the asking out, and I like a certain type of girl?" "Oh.... yeah I get that?" said Hunter surprised. "Which is?" "Well you know athletic, but still a girly girl, funny and with a bit of an edge to her, and of course drop dead gorgeous?" said Greg, folding his arms and looking at him. "Know anyone?" "I'm not sure I do?" smiled Hunter, tapping his head, pleasantly surprised and playing along. "I might know a wise ass type who probably can still mix it up pretty good athletically with the boys, but these days as scary as it sounds, is now an actual varsity cheerleader. You think she'd fit the bill?" "It might?" smirked Greg. "But I've never asked out a real cheerleader before? I was always more attracted to the real athletes that even with long nails can snag a football in the sand." "You know her beach football skills might be a bit rusty but two years of kick boxing in case any guys get a little fresh, and a cheer's flexibility, I'm thinking might meet the athletic requirement," said Hunter with a smile before standing on one foot, lifting one of his legs straight up next to his head. "But you tell me?" "Wow?" gulped Greg, amazed at Hunter's balance and flexibility. "I'd say so." "But if not, maybe she could just get asked out based on the girly girl thing?" said Hunter, looking away nervously and then up again at him. "I mean I might be a bit blonder than last time you saw me, but I did try to do my hair kind of like the first time we met, since I knew you liked that." "I did notice that?" smiled Greg, walking up and softly touching his hair, moving it away from his left eye. "So have dinner with me Miss Richards, but on one condition?" "What's that?" asked Hunter, dying inside. "Well of course that I'll pay for dinner," replied Greg, looking into his eyes. "And it's a date this time. A real date, and you won't tell me it isn't." "Please don't tease me like that?" said Hunter as his eyes were almost flickering. "Then I won't?" said Greg. "As long as you promise not to tease me this time?" "That I'm not sure I can do," smiled Hunter, reaching around his neck and looking into his eyes. "But there's something else I'd like to fix this time." Hunter moved in closer, hoping Greg wanted what he did and then the moment Greg moved even a millimeter towards him, Hunter initiated the kiss. It was nothing more than a brief yet really wet kiss as after thirty seconds it broke and they looked into each other's eyes. "Wow, not bad," grinned Hunter, before softly biting his lip. "Not bad?" smiled Greg, giving him a look, almost insulted. "Well yeah, and what did you expect?" laughed Hunter, not wanting to let go of him. "I could barely breath I was so scared during that, and I've kind of been waiting three years for that." "Uuummm as I recall you were the one that rebuffed me?" said Greg. "True, and worth the wait, but I'm hoping we're just getting started?" said Hunter, looking over at his right shoulder. "So how about we go inside please. Too many eyes up there watching us." "Is that your mom?" asked Greg, looking up. "Yeah, and my sister," smiled Hunter, shaking her head at them. "So let's go where it's a little more private in case you plan on grabbing my breast again." "You think they saw that?" Greg asked as Hunter led him inside by the hand. "Maybe," replied Hunter as they walked toward a quiet section at the back of the huge lobby. "It wasn't what it looked like," said Greg as they settled in, looking at each other. "Maybe I should run over and get my hoodie and casually say hello. Maybe apologize and explain." "Relax, they picked it up already and you forget already that you said I could keep it?" "Who said I was giving it back to you?" giggled Hunter, looking up at him and planting a soft kiss. "I love that hoodie, and I wear it all the time. It reminds of a special person in my life, and you're really not here to chat with my mother are you?" "Well when you say it like that? No, and it's all yours then," laughed Greg, looking into his eyes with his arms around him, then getting serious. "Please tell her that later though that it wasn't what they might have seen." "Don't worry about it," smiled Hunter. "I'd say she was a bit more stuck on you kissing me." "Well honestly me too, but I was hoping you'd remember your first kiss being a hell of a lot better than not bad," said Greg, softly touching his face. "How about we try again, but I think our kiss was amazing." "Uuuummm I didn't say it was my first kiss," giggled Hunter softly. "Oh," said Greg, surprised. "Sorry I thought it was the first time you ever dressed as girl and I was your first "kinda" boyfriend." "Oh that kiss? Well yeah, and you kind of were?" Hunter nodded. "Or did you mean this kiss?" "Does it matter?" laughed Greg. "You know I'm not sure it does?" smiled Hunter, touching his face. "But really at least I'd count you as my first and if it matters I've really never thought of you that way, but just because technically I was a boy under my shorts and I was kind of a bitch about calling it a date?" "That you were," said Greg. "But sorry I didn't mean to offend you." "Oh please don't get fooled by the blonde thing here, and trust me going through what I have you need a thick skin," said Hunter, flipping his hair and rubbing Greg's neck. "I've dated some guys that could care less that I had what they had inside both of our pants, and others that freaked when they found out. It's just what you deal with, and not like I could depend on waiting three years for hero to kiss me." "I told you I'm no hero," replied Greg. "And I'm sorry if I was even late that night?" "Better late than never," said Hunter, touching his hair and kissing him. "And I'm way past needing a hero, but I was hoping maybe for more of my Prince Charming?" "Prince Charming, me?" smiled Greg, pecking a kiss back. "I'm flattered, but I'm not so sure I can live up to that." "Well time will tell, right?" said Hunter, wrapping his wrist around Greg's neck, leaning in and really kissing him deeply. "But you're off to a better start than most jerks that kind of knew stuff about me, and thought that meant I wanted to do shit to them, which of course I didn't." "Wow that had to be really hard," said Greg, pulling him closer as their chests rested against each other and Hunter rested his head on Greg's shoulder. "Well yeah, but sometimes it is and sometimes it isn't," said Hunter, sliding his knee up against Greg's crotch. "And I'm kind of glad I still have that effect on you, and at least this time feeling you that way isn't scaring the shit out of me." "You really are a firecracker!" laughed Greg, as Hunter pulled back now. "You are too much!" "Maybe!" grinned Hunter, taking Greg by the hand as they walked away. "My mom says more like way way too much! Like too much to handle, that is" "Well I'm thinking I can handle you." Greg kissed him as they swung hands, walking together. "Ya sure?" said Hunter, stopping, leaning in and sticking his tongue in his mouth. "Yeah, I'm sure," nodded Greg, sliding his tongue across his lips. "Ok, because I'm kind of known as more than wise? More like the wild type," smiled Hunter, raising his brows, putting his hands on Greg's chest and sliding them up slowly. "The wild woman of the resort! A bad girl." Greg was enjoying his touch. "Yeah I've heard." "Have you?" asked Hunter. "And you still think you can handle me then?" "Absolutely?" said Greg, leaning in, sticking his tongue in his mouth and French kissing him deeply. "Well that's a good start, sexy boy," sighed Hunter, spinning the nail on his index finger around his nipple atop his shirt for a minute, slowly. "So let's find out." Hunter stepped back and then stuck both of his handsointo Greg's chest, shoving him hard into a big fountain behind them. He splashed down hard falling back and then once he came up from under the water, he looked out at her pissed, as Hunter stood there hysterically laughing. "What the hell did you do that for?" yelled Greg, wiping the water from his face. "Well because I hate that shirt, so I'm dying to get it off you, and this is kind of a special place where it all started for me," said Hunter, stepping into the fountain and immediately wrapping her arms around his neck. "I figured it would be a perfect spot for us to start over, and now we'll see if you really can handle me! Handle me like I've dreamed about, and like no man ever has." He pushed back Greg as water spouted all over their heads, soaking them as they kissed while security raced over. It got hot and heavy as they ignored the commands for them to stop and get out. In no time, his mother's cell was ringing and then after she answered it, was stunned at what Mr. Velasquez was saying. "You must be fucking kidding me," said their mother on the phone. "I'm so sorry! I'll be right there!" "What now?" asked Carrie as her mother almost yanked her arm out of the socket as they raced over to the big window on the second floor, shouting down at him. "Holy shit! He really wasn't kidding!"! yelled his mother, banging on the big window. "HUNTER!! Get the hell out of there this instant!" "She can't hear you, mom," said Carrie. "Thick glass, and we're way up too high." "Oh my gawwddd!" said their mother as she held her head. "We're going to get kicked out again?" "We're not!" laughed Carrie. "You didn't last time, and you know they can't do shit to you here. Look, they're running out the back door soaked." "I hope she catches fucking pneumonia!" yelled Mrs. Richards. "She is going to be the death of me, that kid! What do I have to do to get her to get that wild side out of her, and calm her down!?" "You do know it's an old wive's tale that when you neuter wild animals that it calms them down, right?" joked Carrie. "Yeah, but obviously I was hoping it wasn't," said her mother, looking outside at them running past the pool area towards the beach. "Look at her! Where the hell is she taking him?" "Mom I'm sure you really don't want to know?" replied Carrie, tapping her mother's arm. "Now relax. She's safe with him, and you know you can't watch her every second." "Yeah, but she looks like she's ready to jump his bones to have sex with him," said their mother, holding her chest. "They're half naked running towards the beach." "And what exactly were you doing at seventeen? said Carrie. "You were eighteen when you had me, right? "Ah nineteen, smart ass," scolded her mother. "So you think the hormones they pump in her are raging like mine did around that age?" "Seriously, what girl's wouldn't be?" laughed Carrie. "He's a hottie that Greg, and a freaking doll." "Stop it Carrie," said their mother, trying to stay calm. "My heart can't take it." "Maybe you should have thought about that before you started her down this path, mom," said Carrie. "I didn't start anything! That was really her therapist that said this was the best thing for her. He saw it coming long before anyone when he got in her fucked up head, and you know he said it was really unleashed when your father basically ignored her and then left us," lectured their mother. "It was him that saw the sensitive side and things that we couldn't see on the outside. Then after we got back from vacation, it didn't take long before he thought this was inevitable for her. You saw it too, and you know that!" "I guess, but it did happen so quickly," said Carrie, tapping her chin. "One second I had a cute little brother, and the next she's got the biggest boobs in the family, chasing a boy down the beach." "That's not helping my stress level, Carrie," replied Mrs. Richards, squeezing Carrie's arm. "Oh gawwddd! It did happen fast!" "Maybe not, but I'm pretty sure boy or girl, Hunter's always going to test you, mom," laughed Carrie. "She might look like you, but she's got dad's wild side inside her." "Oh there's no denying that, is there?" Fretted Mrs. Richards. "Ah no," said Carrie. "And she was practically humping him in the fountain even with guards yelling at her, so maybe look at the bright side that you don't have to worry about her getting pregnant." "Stop it," scolded her mother. "She a virgin. She swore she is, and said nothing happened even on prom night when I thought it might." "Well technically as girls go, down there I know she is, and you know how much else she's been through, so stop pressing her about that, since neither of us want to relive the other stuff," said Carrie. "I'm the big sister, so you know I really know, but what I also know is regardless of how tough she tries to be, how crazy she is for Greg. Eighteen is coming soon mom, and it's inevitable but I'm thinking... well I'm not thinking I know this is who she wants it with, and I'm thinking you know that too." "I need a drink! I thought this would be easier," said Mrs. Richards. "I really did, but obviously not." "Ahh no shot," laughed Carrie, rubbing her mother's back. "So you ever going to tell him?" "I think you mean tell her? Don't you?" said their mother, with her hands in her face. "And tell her what? Be careful here, Carrie?" "Come on, mom," said Carrie, getting serious. "You know what I mean! Tell her it was you that switched the pom poms on the suitcases?" "I did no such thing. She did it accidentally, remember!" Her mother denied it, looking at Carrie nastily. "Now ever slip that out again and your share of our free timeshare here, or the six million that we won in the law suit against this place will be erased out of your trust fund faster than I erased the fact you ever had a little monster of a brother. You got me, Carrie." "Yup," said Carrie, stepping back. "What brother? I've always loved having a little brat of a sister that I'll be braiding in pigtails before bed tonight like I always have,, right?" "Good answer Carrie," smiled her mother. "Now let's go get a drink, and maybe take in a show, because if I see any more I'll need the entire bottle, and at least now we can afford it."