Memoirs of a Wild Child (11 page)

Determined to do my best work, I licked my lips, gripped his thighs and got to it.

I felt dirty as I made my way back to the hotel, but the good kind. I knew what I had done was wrong, but what he had done was worse, surely? I hadn’t taken a vow of chastity. I stopped to get some Chinese food on my walk back and then once inside my room, kicked off my boots, and sat on the floor, eating, while I scribbled what had happened into Pedro, my journal at the time.

The following morning, after booking a flight home, I headed to the airport, ignoring the onslaught of calls texts and emails from Dax, Phil and the others. I boarded my plane, got myself comfy, and went home.

I heard from Phil once I was home, and I explained why I had left. He was going to sue me for breach of contract, but I talked him off that ledge when I threatened to delete every photo I had taken. I sent what I had, and they tore up the paperwork.

I only heard from Phil again once, about a year later, just before Christmas, and before I started seeing Ben. Dax was dead; he had gotten out of rehab and overdosed the same night; it was all over the news the next day, and I was sad but mostly angry. It could have been prevented, if only they had listened.

I didn’t go to his funeral; I sent a donation to the charity that he had supported during his brief recovery, and I got on with my life. Clean, sober, and determined to be happy.

New Leaf

I’ve been thinking a lot about Thailand recently. Ben keeps mentioning that he’d like to go, I blame Rosie’s husband, Jackson, entirely. He’s convinced Rafe and Matthew to go, with him and Rosie, they’re getting a private villa and taking all the kids. Rafe and Matthew are going to be trying for another baby soon and so want to relax before the stress of that sets in. We’ve been invited, of course, but I’m not sure if Cooper’s too young to make that journey, and to take the heat.

I am considering it though, Ben and the kids are the only ones from our group who haven’t been, and I know Ben would love it. Steve and Annie, Jackson’s friends, live there, and they have a baby too so maybe Coops would be fine.

Last time I was in Thailand, was just two months before Ben and I got together, and my life changed. I had an absolute blast there; it’s an amazing place with such amazing people, and I learned some things about myself while I was there. I realised that I did, in fact, like the idea of having children, and just how maternal I could be, and I also learned that it was time to change my life. I had been lucky in that even though I’d been promiscuous; nobody had taken that as permission to take what they wanted from me. I may not have always had their respect, but they always had my consent. In Thailand though, something occurred that made me realise I was pushing my luck. There would always be people out there ready to take advantage, and me putting it out there on a plate, was not helping. But, besides all that serious stuff, I had a bloody good time.

“Let’s do it.” Ben leans over my shoulder and breaks me from my daydream. The photo on the screen of my laptop is of Rosie and me jumping from a boat into the crystal turquoise sea; Rafe took the picture, moments before he and Matthew joined us in the water. Ben kisses my temple. “Cooper will be fine, Holly will love having the others to play with, and I’ll be in paradise with you. Let’s go, baby.”

I smile at the screen and then turn to look at my husband, who looks into my eyes, desperate for me to agree.

“Okay.” I nod, “Call Jackson, we’ll go.”

Ben kisses me again before picking up Cooper and his bag and ushering Holly out of the door, after sending her to give me a kiss of course. He’s taking her to school and Cooper to the child-minder, and I know he can’t wait to get on the phone to Jackson and confirm our travel plans.

I click through some more of the photos, feeling quite excited at the prospect of going back there and then come to a photo of me, dancing on the beach at night, next to a fire and surrounded by people having a good time. Rosie had taken it, not realising at the time that two of the people in that picture would be the last one night stand I ever had… yeah, I said two.

I close the laptop, pick up Vinnie and sit in the window seat.

“We were supposed to meet twenty minutes ago,” Rosie sighed and rolled her eyes as I walked up to her, standing outside the travel shop.

“Rosie, I know, and I’m sorry, but they called to me,” I responded, holding up my shopping bags. I couldn’t help myself, I love to shop.

We had decided to go on holiday together because Rosie was suffering from writer’s block after Michael jilted her on their wedding day. She had been given a deadline by her publishers that she just couldn’t afford to miss. We hadn’t yet decided where we were going to go but fuck it, I loved to travel.

We chatted to the pleasant girl in the shop and soon found ourselves booked to go to Thailand, I had never been and was super excited to go there with my best friend. All of my travelling of late had been for work; I couldn’t wait to just let my hair down for three weeks.

When we arrived in Krabi, we were like kids at Christmas, well, I was. Rosie wanted to try and get writing straight away, but I convinced her to just relax for a couple of days and not force it. She didn’t know it at the time, but she had already met her future husband, Jackson, on the plane. Honestly, at the time I thought it would be me taking him to bed, but they are so perfect together… now at least, back then, and for a while, it was turbulent at best.

We spent some time going to bars, temples, getting to know the place; and shopping, of course, and then we were invited to a barbecue on the beach one night.

“Come and dance.” The blonde piece of gorgeousness said, smiling at me. Rosie had gone to get us some drinks and was now talking to Jackson, so I thought, fuck it.

“What’s your name?” I asked as we danced near the fire.

“Sebastian, and this,” I felt hand hands on my hips and turned my head to see another hottie dancing behind me, “is Sven, his English isn’t good though.” Sebastian smiled. ‘Who needs words?’ I thought as Sven ground his cock into my arse cheek.

Me and the sexy Swedes danced for hours while Rosie got to know Jackson a little better. I probably should have made sure she was okay, thinking back, but hey, it all worked out for the best… she may have disappeared with a virtual stranger that night on the beach, but they’re now married with three children, two homes and a dog.

Jackson had put Rosie in a tuk tuk back to the hotel while I was enjoying some serious heavy petting on the sand with Sven. Nothing really happened except for kissing and groping, and a bit of grinding. Honestly, I was quite drunk and just wanted to go to bed… alone. I went back to the hotel, happy that we had had yet another fantastic night in Thailand.

I felt so free in Ao Nang. I had no work obligations and only had to pick up my camera if and when I wanted to. I was with my best girl, and she was finally loosening up after her heartbreak. The only downside to this tropical paradise was the mosquitos.

“Shit,” I said, leaning down to look at my thigh. “I’ve been bitten.” I was pouting.

“Are you fucking serious, Carvalho?” Rosie asked over the top of her laptop as we sat by the pool, “Dude, look at my legs.”

I did, and yeah okay, she had a lot more bites than me, but it itched like crazy.

I laughed, “You should draw a line between them all and see if they make a picture.” I laughed harder as I dodged the bottle of suntan lotion that she threw at me.

“Piss of, cow bag. Go and get some cream, and get me some Pringles while you’re there.”

I stood, still laughing and pulled on my sundress, stepped into my flip-flops and picked up my bag. Seven-Eleven was just a couple of minutes walk from the hotel, so I decided to head there to get supplies.

“Pippa,” I heard from behind me and turned to see the beautiful blue eyes of my new favourite blondes.

“Boys,” I said cheerfully, “how are you?”

Sven was eyeing me like he wanted to devour me, and it made me totally horny. We stood and talked for a few minutes and when they asked if Rosie and I would like to meet them that night for some food and a few drinks, of course, I accepted on Rosie’s behalf and made the arrangements.

When I got back to the hotel, Rosie had vacated the loungers, and I guessed she’d gone back up to the room to write. I burst in, hoping to catch her masturbating, just so I could take the piss, but no, she was just writing.

“Rosetta Alvez, I would be delighted if you would accompany me on a double date this evening,” I said, in a particularly formal tone. “I bumped into Sven and Sebastian, the shexy Shvedes from last night. They want to take us out, dinner then party, and then who the hell knows what.” I shimmied and bit my lip, excited at the prospect of ticking Sweden off my world map of conquests.

“Pip, babe, I’m kind of on a roll. You go. I’m sure you can handle the both of them, but take your phone.” Rosie responded, and I tried to pretend I was disappointed, but in all honesty, I didn’t want to share.

“Ahh, Rosie.” I shrugged my shoulders “Well, if you’re sure.”

“Pippa, you’re alone,” Sebastian said, smiling slightly, as I walked up to them outside the bar we had arranged to meet at.

“I am, Rosie was busy, we can still have fun though, right?” I questioned playfully, tipping my head to the side.

“Definitely,” he answered as Sven opened the door and stood aside to let me in.

Pad Thai, a few Singha beers and some tequila shots later, it was time to make my move; I had a country to conquer.

“Why don’t we move this party back to your hotel?” I asked as I leant into Sebastian. He looked at Sven, a little guiltily, like he was moving in, on his friend’s girl. I chuckled. “Both of you.”

Sebastian looked me in the eyes; his mouth parted a little in surprise, and then he looked at Sven, who was happily oblivious, on the other side of me. They spoke in Swedish, which in my mind went something like this.

“Dude, this chick is filth, she wants us both.”

“Fuck yeah, let’s do this, she’s hot.”

“I know right.”

“No crossing swords though okay, buddy?”

“Yeah, man, no worries.”

Also in my head, they high-fived, but sadly, in real life, they did not.

Sven put his hand on my thigh under the table, and I turned to look at him. He leant in and kissed me on that sweet spot just under my ear, and I closed my eyes while Sebastian went to the bar and paid the bill.

We called a tuk tuk over, and Sebastian gave the address of their hotel. Sven went in for the kill, kissing me the second we sat down.

I pushed him back, “Slow down, sunshine, there’s no rush.” I smiled as Sebastian translated, and Sven laughed, a little embarrassed at his eagerness.

Their hotel was nothing special; a simple room with a double and a single bed, a wardrobe and a TV. There was no air conditioning, so it was hot, as Sven flicked the switch to start the blades of the ceiling fan turning. This was going to be sweaty, I thought, a little excited at the prospect.

Sebastian plugged some speakers into his iPod and music started to play as Sven handed us all beers from the mini fridge. We were all a little tipsy anyway, and I was feeling confident from the way they were both looking at me.

I took a couple of swigs of my beer, and then stepped close to Sebastian; I took his beer out of his hands placing it down on the dressing table.

I smiled as I leant in and pressed my lips to his. His hands came to my hips as my tongue parted his lips, and he pulled me close to his body. I felt Sven’s hands on my ribs as he stepped closer and started to place kisses on the top of my shoulder.

Goosebumps sprang up across my body and Sven let out a satisfied, low laugh before I felt his hands move to the zip on my dress and start to undo it. I broke my kiss with Sebastian and turned my back to him; letting him continue the task of undressing me. As I reached out for the bottom of Sven’s shirt and started to lift, he raised his arms, and I pulled the shirt up and off.

His body was nice, athletic but not overly muscular; his broad shoulders made me wonder if he was a swimmer. I looked down his long, lean body to that oh so special V, as Sebastian pushed my dress off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor.

I stepped out of it, and my shoes, and turned my attention back to the man behind me, who was now looking me up and down as I stood in my black lace underwear in front of him.

“Take your clothes off,” I whispered as I leant close into his ear, and he complied. I looked into the mirror to the side of us to see Sven undo his fly and let his shorts drop to the floor. I smiled, and stepped away from the two men, crawling onto the double bed and patting the mattress, beckoning them to join me.

Kneeling up, I held out my hands for Sebastian; he seemed a little more nervous than his sexy friend. In just his boxers, Sebastian moved towards me and reached out to take my hands.

He was shorter than Sven, but still in good shape; a lot more tanned and he had a tattoo of some writing on his side and stomach, just above his waistband.

He knelt on the bed, and I encouraged him closer to me; he leant in to kiss me again, and I felt the bed dip as Sven joined us.

Sebastian was a hell of a kisser; his lips were soft and full, and as his tongue rolled across mine, the heat in my belly grew. I reached my hand inside Sebastian’s boxers, taking his hard cock in my hand and feeling it twitch at my touch.

I started to stroke as we kissed, and felt Sven’s hands, and then soft lips, on my hips and arse. The bed dipped again, and Sven moved to kneel behind me, pressing his dick into my backside as he unclasped my bra. Then I felt his fingers between my legs, moving slowly and gently over the lace.

I moaned at the contact and pushed my hips back a little to encourage him to continue. I felt him sit back on his heels, and then his fingers hooked into the waistband of my French knickers. He pulled them down over my arse, leaning in to plant kisses, and licks, on the skin there as my underwear came down to my bent knees.

I let go of Sebastian’s cock and tugged at the elastic waistband of his boxers; eagerly pulling them down and Sven slid one and then two fingers slowly inside me.

I gasped into Sebastian’s mouth and gripped him again. He reached up and pulled my bra straps off my shoulders, letting the black lace fall, landing on top of his cock, where both of my hands were working him, making him twitch and breath heavy against my mouth.

Sven gently stroked two fingers over my clit, making me gasp, as Sebastian broke our kiss to look down between us.

“Your bra is on my dick,” he said, smiling a little as he thrust his hips forward. “That’s hot.”