When they arrived at the airport the next day, Jemma was surprised to be boarding Braden’s private jet instead of taking a commercial flight.
“I thought since your dad used to work for an airline before we would get free upgrades to first class or something, but I never imagined in a million years you would be flying us to Fiji on a private jet.”
“Too much hassle to fly commercial,” Braden explained. “The delays, the check-ins, the screaming babies.”
Braden looked at his watch but before he could complain about Nick running late, their car drove up, and they began to load Candy’s extensive collection of luggage onto the plane.
“What in the hell?” Jemma asked Candy. “We are only going for a week. Do you really need that many bags?”
“Yes,” Candy beamed. “I have to have swimsuits, cover-ups, shoes, dresses, both cocktail and formal, and of course my makeup. There is just so much that could happen over the next week. You never know what you are going to need.”
Jemma just shook her head in astonishment, unable to even come up with a response to that. She’d always known that her friend was high maintenance, but this was too much, even for her.
Once all the luggage was loaded onto the plane, the couples took their seats and were soon in the air, on their way to Fiji.
Once the captain turned off the seatbelt sign, Nick stood up. “I’m going to give Candy a tour of the guest bedroom.”
Candy could be heard giggling as the door shut behind them.
“They are going to fuck like bunnies this whole trip,” Braden said with a laugh.
“It seems so, which is odd because Candy doesn’t really sleep with anyone she’s met from the club. In fact, I don’t think she’s had sex with anyone in a long time.”
Braden gave her a skeptical look.
“I’m serious. I’ve lived with her for a while now. She never dates anyone, and she most definitely doesn’t hook up with any of the guys from the club.”
Braden didn’t respond. What could he say? Braden wasn’t sure he believed her, but he wasn’t exactly in a position to argue about it.
“What? Are you saying there can be a virgin porn star but not a chaste stripper?”
Braden choked back a laugh. “I didn’t know there was such a thing as a virgin porn star. How exactly does that work?”
“Oh yeah. I read about her on the Internet. Her name was Jerica Fox. Basically, she left home at fifteen and saved up all her money to become emancipated by sixteen. At seventeen she started working as a stripper. I’m not sure if it was because she lied about her age or it was legal because of her emancipation. But anyway, her roommate, a stripper named Tomi took her to get her first set of fake boobs when Jerica turned 18. Just after that, she met a girl who looked kind of like her with similar large breasts and long, white blonde hair. They joked about being boobsie twins and eventually that led to them going on tour to be feature dancers. Then somehow they got into doing softcore Cinemax After Dark type movies, and then that led to them doing porn.”
“How did she do porn though if she was a virgin? You can’t have sex and still be a virgin, that’s just not possible.”
“Because silly, she didn’t have sex in her movies. She would play with herself or with other girls, but she never had sex with men, not even blowjobs. She was saving herself until marriage.”
“No shit, a virgin porn star? Now I’ve heard it all. How the hell did you hear about her?” Braden asked.
“Jessica and Candy told me about her, she’s kind of a legend at Rick’s. Her story intrigued me, so I looked her up on the Internet to learn more. This was all during the time that Anna Nicole Smith was dancing in Houston. I guess back then they worked together at some time or another.”
“What ever happened to the virgin porn star?”
“There are a few stories about that. One said she was dating that ‘80s rocker Aldo Nova and still on the featured dance circuit in Canada. Another story said she was found dead in a hotel room of a drug overdose. I don’t know which is true, but I guess if I think about it, I hope that she found her true love, settled down, got married and lives happily in suburbia somewhere with a whole mess of kids.”
“Aren’t you the romantic?” Braden teased.
“I’m really not but sometimes you just hear about someone, and you can’t help but want the best for them.”
Jemma blushed. She wasn’t comfortable talking about her feelings, so she decided to change the subject.
“What part of Fiji are we going to?”
“We are going to the Sonaisali Island Resort, which is where we usually go each year. My grandparents started bringing my father and aunt there twenty years ago, and we’ve been going back ever since.”
“What exactly are we going to do for a whole week? That’s kind of a long time to just lay out by the beach or hang out in the bar.”
“There is swimming, paintball, deep sea diving, sailing, snorkeling, tennis, canoeing, windsurfing, fishing, volleyball, several spas and bars, swimming pools, multiple restaurants, shopping, pottery making, basket weaving, hiking and horseback riding. At night, they have huge banquets with native dancing and fire walking. My mother plans all this stuff out for us in advance. When we arrive, we’ll be given our itinerary.”
“Wow, I had no idea we had so much to look forward to. Will we all have our own rooms, or how does that work?”
“Each couple is given their own thatched roof hut that is perched above the lagoon. They are pretty big too. If I remember right, they are about 1,500 square feet with floor-to-ceiling windows. There is also a see-through floor which allows you to look directly into the ocean from inside. It’s actually pretty cool taking a shower and looking down at your feet only to be standing over the ocean.”
“That sounds like a lot of windows. So not much privacy, huh?”
“No, the wall of windows is only on one side. There are normal walls on the other three sides.”
“Good. That would freak me out if it were all see through.”
“Plan on doing something naughty that you don’t want others to see, maybe something in the bedroom?” Braden teased.
“Speaking of which, what are the beds in this aircraft made of? I didn’t get a chance to check them out when we first boarded the plane. Are they just like regular beds or are they made of some sort of special airplane foam?”
“Airplane foam?” Braden asked. “I don’t think I’ve heard of that before.”
“You know what I mean,” Jemma giggled. “I just meant at the beds comfortable and fluffy like a real bed or are they more like a pullout couch?”
“Let’s go see if they are up to muster.”
Braden led Jemma to the master bedroom so that she could check out the quality of the bed for herself. He wasn’t exactly sure why it mattered, seemed like an odd thing to even talk about, but if knowing about the comfort level of the bed in his airplane made her happy, so be it.
Once inside the room, she plopped down on the bed and was surprised at how nice it was. It was more comfortable than her own bed at home.
“Does it meet with your approval?” Braden asked teasingly.
“Yes, it does indeed. This is a nice bed.”
Jemma stood up and grabbed Braden by his shirt and then pulled him over to the bed, falling backward, pulling him down on top of her.
“Now let’s put it to the test,” she said seductively.
She tugged at the bottom of his shirt, wanting it gone. He pulled it up and over his head. Watching her face, he couldn’t look away from the appreciation he saw in her eyes. She reached for him, flattening her hands on his firm chest. Then she helped him remove his pants.
Next came her clothes. Seeing her bare, gave him a distinctly male ache.
“Jemma,” he moaned. He wanted more of her. He skimmed his hand down her thigh. She spread her legs, exposing herself to him.
His entire body pounded with want and need, but he knew he needed to slow things down to be able to make it good for her.
Jemma took a shuddering breath when his mouth made its way to her breasts, kissing his way down her stomach. When she felt one finger slide inside of her, she arched against him, before eventually relaxing, enjoying the way he moved his finger in and out of her.
She felt his tongue replace where his fingers had been, then he worked a finger back inside of her. His fingers and tongue explored all of her, making her whole body squirm, especially when his tongue made little circles around her clit.
Within moments, she was exploding, falling apart and crying out her release as waves of pleasure danced through her.
Braden moved up her body, enjoying the intense pleasure of giving her that kind of release. But now he wanted to be inside of her. He settled between her legs, lifting her knees so that one leg was around his waist as he slid inside.
As he did, Jemma shifted her hips, trying to relax and let her body accept all of him. It wasn’t easy though, he was a big man.
He closed his eyes briefly as her body adjusted to his invasion. She was so damn tight and felt so good; he had to concentrate not to climax right away.
When he started moving, she finally relaxed and opened herself to him, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts, wanting more and more of him each time. She loved the way he felt as he pushed himself deep inside of her.
As he picked up the pace, all she could do was hold onto him. She felt the tension building and knew she was close to coming once again. It amazed Jemma just how quickly Braden could bring her to ecstasy. It was as if their bodies were made for each other.
She cried out and wrapped her legs around him, holding him as closely as possible as her body detonated. Braden began to lose control as well, as her body convulsed around him, he pushed into her harder, and faster.
As she cried out his name, Braden felt his own climax overtake him. He held her close as they slowly drifted on the plateau of an incredible pleasure, before slowly drifting back down to earth together.
