I shook my head. “I don’t believe in cheating. I believe in karma. When I do find Mrs. Right, I don’t want my past catching up to me.”

“Yeah, well, that’s you. I am an All-American man and I will not live my life dedicated to one pussy—not even if it’s made out of Kryptonite.”

There was no use in continuing that discussion. Mike was not going to miraculously grow a conscience; not in Jamaica with half-naked women everywhere. If we were at a convention of convents, Mike would try to fuck a bunch of nuns who had sworn off sex. He was convinced he could talk any woman into spreading her legs.

Besides, he was right. Candace realized what she was getting into. Mike disrespected her time and time again while they were dating. Despite everyone warning her to move on, she was determined to get him down the aisle. Sure, on the surface he was a good man, a good provider. The ugly truth was hidden underneath the fancy six-bedroom home, the Jaguar and Mercedes, and the limitless spending sprees Candace got to enjoy.

Even though the sun was about to go down, the sand was still piping hot between my toes. “Damn, it’s hot out here.”

“We’re in Jamaica, Fool,” Mike said, continuing the topic I had decided to drop. “And don’t even go there about cheating. You’ve cheated plenty of times. You forget; we go way back.”

“Exactly—way back. I cheated on sisters in college but I have outgrown that since then. I believe in honesty and if I’m not feeling a woman enough to be with her and only her, then I tell her straight up and let her make an informed decision.”

Mike laughed. “Maybe that’s why you don’t currently have a woman. Fuck that honesty nonsense. Women can’t handle the truth.”

I hated to admit it to myself, but Mike did have a somewhat valid point. Every time I tried to tell a woman that I was feeling her but not yet in love, she would get offended. All the women that I met tended to want to go from casual dating to shacking up or getting engaged in less than six months. At the age of 29, I had only had one close brush with marriage but Brenda decided that she wanted to get back with her high school sweetheart. That practically destroyed my faith in women, but I continued to date—in protect mode.

It had been hard for anyone to break down that barrier for nearly seven years. I had doubts that I would find a woman who could be my complete package. Then we walked up on those three women so Mike could make his move and the one in the red bikini instantly made me think twice.

KISS

My heart skipped a beat; then it fluttered. It was the man from my fantasies—all my sexual fantasies. The one with the curved dick. He was wearing black swim trunks and walking toward us with another man in a blue pair. They were both attractive, but the one in the black…I couldn’t believe it was really him.

“Humph, do you see what I see?” Nancy whispered and then poked me and Calibri in the arms, in that order. She was sitting between us but she sat up slightly so she could get a better look. “Here comes some of that Jamaican Mandingo meat.”

Calibri giggled. “They don’t look Jamaican, but they do look damn scrumptious. I hope they’re single.”

Nancy said, “I don’t care if they’re single or married, as long as they’re available to play with my kitty kat.”

Calibri smacked her lips. “Nancy, we’re here to relax. One last week of girl fun before the big day. We didn’t come here to get fucked.”

“Speak for your damn self,” Nancy replied. “Ain’t nothing wrong with fucking as long as it’s good. It’s been two weeks since I rode, sucked, or intook any dick and that ain’t good. I’m used to getting some at least twice a week.”

“No one wants to know your fucking schedule,” Calibri said. “Two weeks is nothing. Some sisters go years because they refuse to have a lousy fuck…or a casual one.”

“Well, crucify me then,” Nancy said. “I’m living this life once and I’m going to do what the hell I want to do. We all have separate rooms. What goes on in mine is my business.”

“True that,” Calibri agreed. “Thank goodness for it, too. I wouldn’t be able to stomach seeing you fuck or, heaven forbid, listen to you slobber all over some man’s dick.”

I did not say a word. I was still in a state of euphoria while they went back and forth with each other. For nearly a year, I had been experiencing these crazy fantasies and masturbating myself into a frenzy over a man in my dreams—the one now walking in the sand less than a hundred feet away.

As they got closer, Nancy started smoothing down her short hair and repositioning her tits in her white crocheted bikini top. “I want the one in the black. No, the one in the blue. Shit, I’m undecided.”

Calibri said, “Calm yourself down. For all you know, they might not even want you.”

Nancy got offended and glared at Calibri. “What man wouldn’t want all this?”

Nancy had recently gotten a breast augmentation and had gone from 36Cs to 36DDDs and you could not tell her that she was not God’s gift to man.

“Hello, ladies,” the one in the blue trunks said as they grew nearer. “Enjoying yourselves out on this lovely beach?”

“Things are definitely looking better,” Nancy

said, jumping up and extending her hand. “Hey, I’m Nancy.”

The guy took her hand and kissed her knuckles. “I’m Mike.” He pointed to his friend, with whom I had made eye contact; we were staring each other down. “This is my buddy, Aleck.”

Mike was about five feet nine inches, light-skinned with amber eyes and a great build. But he was not my type. Aleck was around six feet four inches, dark as midnight and bald and he had the darkest, most alluring eyes. Damn, he was definitely the man from my dreams.

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