I felt a sudden surge of heat underneath me and instinctively tried to clamp my legs shut, but Gaston suddenly wedged his knee between my thighs and stopped me from going further.
Seeing the dazed look on my face, he flipped my covers and pressed his scorching body against mine. His hand traced slow circles on my back as he leaned in and gently whispered in my ear, "I'll be gentle, Vera. Just don't make a sound."
Panic flared in my chest. Though I craved men, Stevie was sleeping right above us, and Faye was just inches away. If either of them stirred, our little affair would eventually come to light.

I hurriedly shoved his arms. "Y-You can't! Get up! If they wake up, we're dead…"
"Relax. I've got you," he whispered and showed no sign of stopping. If anything, his grip tightened.
"Don't… It's too much… I can't…"
I meant to resist, but the way his hand moved with such skill and agility weakened my shaky resolve. He knew exactly what he was doing, and Stevie could never match the sensations he gave me.
Just by using his bare hands, he brought me sharp, intense pleasure, and it didn't take long before my protests dissolved into broken, breathless whimpers.
"You're so sensitive, Vera…" he muttered and sounded triumphant now that I was slowly bowing in defeat. Then, he pulled back for a second to strip off his boxers.

"That's huge…"
In the sliver of the moonlight, I caught a glimpse of him, and the sight made my mind reel. He made Stevie look like a boy in comparison.
"Satisfied?" Gaston shot me a delighted look and began to lower himself back onto me. "I'm about to show you what real fun looks like…"
Just as Gaston's heated breath drew closer, a familiar female voice broke the silence. "Gaston?"

We both froze and saw the shock mirrored in each other's eyes; Faye was awake.
"Gaston, are you up? I can't see, so please help me."
Faye kept her voice low and quiet, careful not to wake anyone. She even knocked lightly on the frame of the bunk.
Her words reminded me that she had night blindness since she was a kid and couldn't make out shapes in the darkness.
Both Gaston and I relaxed. He quietly pulled his pants and crept back to his bunk before pretending to have just woken up. Then, he lowered his voice and said, "Take it slow getting down. I'll be here to help you."
Luckily, Faye was still groggy from sleep and noticed nothing unusual. While the two of them headed to the restroom, I quickly put my clothes back on and pretended to be soundly asleep.
The adrenaline of the affair sent my heart palpitating violently, and my lost reason was slowly replaced by a cold wave of reality.
What was I doing? Stevie was sleeping right above my head, while Faye was right there. How could I have betrayed the two of them?
The weight of belated guilt finally hit and crashed me with waves of fear. Thank goodness, Gaston and I hadn't gone all the way.
If we had been caught…
After Faye returned, her light, rhythmic snoring soon filled the cabin again.
In the quiet cabin, there was a faint rustle of sheets from the opposite bunk before Gaston's voice drifted over. "Vera? Are you awake?"
I held my breath and pretended to be deeply asleep, listening as he let out a long sigh before finally settling back into his bunk.
…
The next morning, I woke up feeling like a wreck with dark circles under my eyes.
Faye took one look at me and teased, "You look just as exhausted as Gaston. Were you two up to something last night?"
My heart skipped a beat. I glanced over and saw Gaston returning from the restroom, looking as drained and frustrated as I was. Neither of us had found satisfaction last night, and I had no idea what time we finally fell asleep.
Faye hadn't meant anything by it, but her offhand joke shocked Gaston and me. We exchanged a glance and spotted the same guilt in each other's eyes.
But Faye was oblivious to our odd demeanor. She went on chattering as usual and acted completely normal.
After getting off the train, we arrived at the beachhouse we had booked. There was a shared living room in the center with two bedrooms on either side.
Once we dropped off our bags, Faye urged me to change into a swimsuit and head to the beach. The two men had little to unpack and went on ahead.
In my room, I stared at the two swimsuits laid out on the bed—my usual pink one-piece and the bikini Faye had bought for me.
As I thought about the little interest Stevie had shown me lately, I clenched my teeth. Blushing, I reached for the black lace three-piece bikini.
The top consisted of two thin triangle fabrics that struggled to hold anything in place, so the pale curve of my chest spilled out from the sides with every move. The bottoms were a daring thong that left my hips and rear nearly entirely exposed.
Looking in the full-length mirror, I could see that my silhouette was all curves and heat. My cheeks were flushed, and my eyes burned with dangerous allure. The bikini concealed very little and left more to wild imagination.
"Wow, Vera! You're gorgeous," Faye exclaimed beside me.
She looked at me with genuine admiration and added, "Seriously, if I were a man, I'd be hopelessly in love with you."
"Nonsense," I whispered and looked down in embarrassment.
I had planned to wear the bikini for Stevie in private, but for some reason, Gaston's face popped into my mind while I was choosing my outfit.
I remembered the feeling of his massive, rough hands holding me tightly in his arms last night, and the way the desire in his eyes looked like they wanted to devour me whole.
What unsettled me most was that I hadn't hated the feeling.
"Come on. They've been waiting forever."
Faye had picked a cute white one-piece with an open back that showed her fair, flawless skin.