Page 41 of Accidentally Falling For My Best Friend
I’m in Bora Bora, at a resort I’m helping design so people can throw the best parties, because what’s a wedding if not the ultimate party? I’m here with my best friend that I’m super attracted to, and he just agreed to keep hooking up with me. Does it get any better than this?
There’s only so much to see of the construction zone that is our resort, and we only actually have one more full day here before we’re needed back in Chicago, so today we’re spending time exploring the island and participating in some of the experiences we’re hoping to eventually offer to our guests. We’re doing a helicopter tour around the island first, and I can’t wait to see how this new luxury Caldwell venue fits into the island as a whole from above.
We’ve hired an interpreter-slash-guide, Teva, for our trip even though many locals speak English as well as Tahitian and French, and he’ll be joining us on the tour. He also drove us to the beach with the helipad that we’ll be taking off from, and as we approachthe four-seater helicopter, he greets our pilot as though they’re old friends.
“La Orana, I’m Amand, and I’ll be your pilot and guide today as we fly around one of the most beautiful islands in the world. My English is okay,” he says with an obvious French accent. He tilts his hand side to side as he offers us a self-deprecating smile before continuing. “As I focus on flying, though, I may slip into French. Teva can take over if that is the case, or of course, add even more to the tour if I forget anything.”
“La Orana,” we echo before introducing ourselves. Parker and I have both been in helicopters before, but we pay attention to the safety briefing before climbing into the second row of seats. Teva offers to have one of us sit up front for a better view, but there’s no way I’m giving up sitting next to Parker, so we politely decline.
Once we’re all situated with our own headsets so that we can communicate with each other over the roaring of the aircraft, we take off. The island is beautiful from the shore, the white sand beaches with light blue water, crystal clear and inviting in a way that’s so different from the dark shores we’re used to with Lake Michigan. From the air, it’s even more stunning as it seems to glimmer in a million different shades of blue.
“On your left at the center of the Lagoon, you’ll see Mount Otemanu standing at seven hundred and twenty-seven meters, or over twenty-three hundred feet for you Americans,” Amand points out. The green peaks appear to be grazing the few white clouds in the clear sky and the entire scene seems more fit for an oil painting than my business trip.
Again, my life is amazing.
I may have grown up in a wealthy family, but my parents never let us forget how lucky we all are. My mother had us volunteering in soup kitchens and shelters throughout the city from a young age so that we could see firsthand how important it is togive back and actually help people. It’s not enough to write a check for the tax break or PR opportunity like some people do. How can you know what people really need if you don’t talk to them yourself, if you don’t see exactly what kind of struggles they’re really dealing with for yourself?
Driving throughout the island earlier, and even glimpsing the scattered homes from above now, it’s obvious that not everyone here is living in luxury. I know our team has been working with locals here to learn about the best way to create jobs and fulfill needs within their community. I've done the research on local living conditions and know that French Polynesia has high unemployment rates and many people live below the poverty line.
The clientele we’ll be attracting are the wealthiest in the world, but I don’t want them to ignore what life is really like in paradise. Hopefully, when they visit the island and see for themselves how amazing it is here, they’ll be inspired to help as well. I make a note in my phone to make sure our staff has information to pass on to any of the guests who ask about donation opportunities to local charities.
I make another note to call my mom and see when and where I can be the most helpful back home since it’s been too long since I joined her volunteering.
“That’s the birthplace of the Polynesian islands in local mythology,” Teva adds, pulling my focus back to the moment. I know I’m not going to help anyone from up here, so I focus back on my present, trying to soak in the beauty of my surroundings.
Focusing is hard though, because Parker is very close to me, and as gorgeous as the island is below us, I keep thinking about the fact that we agreed to have sex.
I’m going to fuck my best friend.Or will he want to fuck me? Do I have a preference? Cody was very enthusiastic in his advocating to bottom, but I’ve seen Parker’s dick, wrappedmy hand around it, and I’m not sure how that thing could possibly fit inside of me. But I’m also not completely opposed to trying.
Maybe we should ease into it though, like Parker suggested, share some other first times before we jump right into anal. Will he want to start tonight? I definitely do. Or we could just repeat what we did this morning. Maybe he’ll want to touch me this time too…Okay nope. Don’t need to be hard right now. Focus. Pretty island, try to ignore the hot man next to you that happens to also be your favorite person.
Parker glances over at me with a warm smile and bright eyes, and I realize it’s been awhile since I’ve seen him look so at ease. The last few months we’ve both been a little more hesitant around each other, but hopefully now that we’ve finally realized we’re on the same page, I’ll be seeing that look a lot more.
“This really is amazing,” Parker comments, turning to face me as he speaks even though we can only hear each other through our headsets. “Even though we’re only here for such a short period of time, I’m glad that we were able to come.”
And I’m glad that we were able to make each other come.
Nope. Need to stop thinking about naked fun with Parker when we can’t immediately do more. “Me too,” I agree, but I can’t help but wiggle my eyebrows at him, knowing he’ll understand my implication.
He bursts out with a laugh, causing Teva to turn to us with an arched brow. We wave him off, and Parker glares at me, only making me want to work him up more, but there will be time for that. So, I give him my most innocent wide-eyed expression and shrug before grinning and turning back to look at the view.
Teva and Amand continue to point out different parts of the lagoon, telling us about local customs and culture as they do. We circle above a smaller island, its beaches stretching and connecting so that they form a heart around more dazzling blue waters, and start to descend.
“This is Tupai, the famous heart-shaped island. The resort will offer this tour to guests, and we anticipate it being popular among the wedding crowds,” Amand informs us. “I’ve brought along the same spread we’re planning to offer them so that you can have the full experience. Give me a moment to set it up after we touch down.”
We land smoothly, and he quickly disappears down the beach while I ask Teva if he knows of any local charities that he’d recommend trying to partner with. I get the names of a couple that he’s seen do actual good for the community, and then Amand is back, leading us across the pristine white sand to where a table is set up with two chairs featuring an elaborate picnic spread atop it. It’s rather formal for the setting, with a white tablecloth, fresh flower centerpiece, and even a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket of ice. There’s cut fruits and sliced meats and cheeses, and Amand helps us sit down before popping the champagne and filling our flutes. Once he confirms we’re settled he heads back to the helipad with Teva.
I pick up my glass and hold it out to Parker for a toast. “To old friends and new adventures.”
“We’re not old,” he points out, clinking his glass with mine.
I laugh at the literal interpretation. “I just meant we’ve been best friends for a long time,” I clarify with a warm smile. “This will be perfect for the couples getting married: heart-shaped beach, fancy private date with champagne. Not that this is a date,” I quickly say in response to his confused expression before looking back out at the water.
But is that true? Could this be a real date?
Parker and I agreed to keep hooking up, and I was so thrilled about the fact that he wanted to keep doing it that I didn’t really think to clarify what that would change between us if anything.
Do I want this to be a real date?
