"I’m so glad that you’re here, to look after this place while Bodie and I go out. " Bessie says as she enters my room. "It means that I don’t have to worry about turning away any guests."

"I’m glad that I can be of some use." I reply.

"Anyway, there are no guests arriving tonight. Everyone left this morning so there’s space for tonight." She says walking out of my room.

"Are you implying that that’s my fault?" I call to her as I stand in front of my dresser.

"No." She replies laughing. "We’ll see you later."

"Bye Bessie. Have fun."

I close my eyes, still wondering when Dawson and I are going to have the inevitable conversation. I don’t want our friendship to be ruined.

It’s then that I feel a hand encircle around me and it starts to flick back and forth against my left nipple. My eyes shoot open. And there looking back at me, is his reflection in the mirror.

"Hi." I manage to stammer.

"Hi." He says back, as he rests his chin on my shoulder.

It’s then that I feel his right hand walk it’s way from my waist to just above my waistband. Then he moves his hand down past the waistband and starts circling his finger around, as though he’s giving me a massage of some kind. He can give me this massage any day of the week.

His left-hand stops it’s ministrations on my left breast and he lifts his chin off of my shoulder. This is done so that he can put my hair over my left shoulder, and then he rests his chin on my right shoulder again. His right hand starts to travel round my waist, this time underneath my top. His hand moves up to cup my right breast this time and he gently flicks his thumb over my nipple, till it stands erect.

"How are you?" he asks.

"I’m fine." I manage to say, even though I’ve just about lost all ability to talk. I turn my head slightly, so that I can see him and we kiss. This same familiar slow dance.

It’s at this point where I become really bold.

I reach both of my hands round to cup his ass and pull him closer, closing all space between us. He seems a little surprised by this and grunts something into my mouth.

Nope never gonna forget this moment, no matter how hard I try. No pun intended.

I can now feel how aroused this is all making him, as his strained erection is now jutting into the small of my back. We stop kissing and...is he blushing?

I just smile at him, putting on my best ‘I’m innocent why are you blushing’ face. I know that he won’t buy it.

"Jo, why are you trying to look all innocent?" I don’t reply, I just let go of his rear and take a half step forward, moving one of my hands in between us. I start to stroke him through the confines of his jeans. He exhales and then takes a deep breath and I see his pupils dilate. And I know now, that there is no going back. Not that I want to go back or stop this. All the while his hands have not wavered...he’s not stopped doing a single thing and I throw my head back against his chest.

All those things about men not being able to do two things at once, well at this exact moment I know that that’s not true. Because his hands are doing one thing and he’s started to nibble on my neck. There you go, two things at once.

He stops nibbling on my neck and starts to kiss his way to my ear. Once there he bites it gently and then blows on my earlobe, causing me to shiver slightly.

Then he whispers. "Let’s christen your bed."

He removes his hands from underneath my clothes and I groan at the loss of contact.

I turn to face him and throw my arms around his neck. "I was just thinking about you!" I tell him as I bring my lips up to meet his.

He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist, then I stop kissing him. "Someone was obviously enjoying our little ‘playtime’." I whispers in his ear.

"Just a little bit Jo." He replies with a sheepish grin.

"And what about this?" I ask him as I start to rub myself against his strained erection, biting my lip and looking him in the eye.

"Oh..." He moans.

"I take it that that was a little more enjoyable?" I say and all he can do is nod his head as he carries me towards my bed.

As he lays me down gently on the bed, I push his jacket off and start to pull his shirt out of his pants. He stands to pull the shirt over his head and I lean up so that I can start to undo the button and zipper on his jeans. Just as he steps out of his jeans the phone starts to ring.

I stand up, my body pressed against Dawson’s and I kiss him lightly on the lips. "Hold that thought." I call to him as I leave the room.

A few minutes later.

"Mmhm, we have vacancies for then too." I say into the phone as Dawson comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. "Well Capeside is pretty all year round, I couldn’t just recommend that you come here for one particular season..."

"It’s nowhere near as pretty as you are..." Dawson whispers in my ear before he starts to nibble on it.

I cover the mouthpiece of the phone. "Mmm, Dawson...that feels...Dawson, I’m on the phone." I tell him as I hear the man on the phone ramble on about how he wants to bring his wife here as a surprise because she used to come here as a child.

"I know, just trying to hurry things along." He says as he starts to undo the button and zipper of my jeans.

"It’s not me that’s the problem..." I say before taking my hand off of the mouthpiece. "It sounds as though she’ll love to come here no matter when. Why don’t you try and find out when she’d like to take the vacation, and then you could get back to us, now that you know we have the rooms." At this particular moment I don’t care if it sounds as though I want to get this guy off the phone, because right now, all I care about is the fact that I have a half naked Dawson at my back, undoing my bra clasp.

His hands have started to wander again. Down the inside of my jeans, he strokes my thigh. Then moves his hand up, pushes the side of my thong away with one finger and then, I throw my head back against his shoulder as I feel one of his fingers inside of me. I take a sharp intake of breathe, hoping that the guy on the other end of the phone can’t hear how my breathing has changed. That he can’t hear the moans escaping from my lips. Then I notice that Dawson has his hand clamped over the mouthpiece.

And then just like that, the guy says ‘goodbye’ and thanks me for my help. Dawson starts to suckle on my neck again as I let go of the phone.

"That was cruel, Dawson Leery." I tell him, managing to keep my voice steady, trying to sound serious.

"Well I got fed up holding onto that thought all by myself. And I don’t think, for one second, you could tell me that you didn’t enjoy that." He says as he withdraws his finger and then plunges it back in again.

My legs almost buckle from what he’s doing to me. "Someone’s awfully...sure...of themselves."

"Yeah..." He says as he moves so that he is standing in front of me, before continuing. "...Obviously it has nothing to do with the moans that I hear coming from you."

"Dawson..." I moan.

"Mmhm."

"You talk to much. Come here." I say to him as I wrap one arm around his neck, laying my lips on his. All the while my other hand wandering down past the waistband of his boxers.

He groans something into my mouth as I start to stroke him.

We quickly discard of all offending garments, as we descend to the floor, kissing.