Episode 2

The next time he came, he ate with them. That day, Stacey took her time in the kitchen to make sure she prepared a delicious meal to impress him.

She felt a butterfly in her chest when he smiled and said he loved the meal. She was very happy. The only sad part was that he always came with her dad. She couldn't wait for a day they would be all alone.

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A few days later, Stacey was busy with her phone when her father knocked on her door.

"Come in." She answered weakly and he pushed the door open. He entered, and Stacey turned to his direction.

“Get ready. We’re going to the beach. Private one."

"Private beach?" She asked. It's been a long time since they visited the beach. And they always visit the public beach.

"Yes, we are going with Luca." He answered, and her eyes widened instantly at the mention of his friend's name. A name that sends shivers down her spine.

"Luca?” she asked.

“Yeah,” her dad said. “He booked it for all of us.”

“That’s nice,” she said, trying to sound casual, but her chest felt warm with excitement.

As soon as he walked away, she threw the blanket off in excitement and got up. She brushed her teeth and took a warm bath. After taking her bath and drying her body with her towel, she moved to her wardrobe.

She pulled out her bikini and wore it. She checked herself in the mirror, tilting her hips and adjusting the straps. The bikinis covered her ass and breast well enough for decency. She then wore a top and trousers to cover it up.

She quickly applied a touch of gloss on her lips, just enough to make them shine.

When she stepped out, her father was already at the door with sunglasses in his left hand.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

The drive took about forty minutes. Her dad kept talking, but her mind was never with him. She was thinking about Luca. When they pulled up to the luxury hotel, then to the private beach entrance, which was at the back of the hotel, she spotted Luca leaning against a costly car, waiting for them.

Stacey was surprised. Does he have a Rolls Royce?? Was her father's friend a rich man? She wanted to ask her father, but they were already close to Luca. So she swallowed the question. She will find out soon.

“Morning,” Luca greeted with his cute smile as usual.

“Hey,” Stacey said, feeling her cheeks warm.

Her dad gave him a friendly pat on the back. “You are early.”

“As always,” Luca said, and looked at Stacey. "How are you doing?"

She smiled faintly. “I'm fine.”

"Let's go." He said, leading the way with his hands in his pockets. The waves were calm, and the sky was bright and cloudless.

“Perfect day,” her father said, setting their bags down when they got under a large umbrella.

“Couldn’t have picked better,” Luca replied. They removed their clothes, leaving their swim trunks. Stacey's father left first, leaving Luca behind.

Stacey pulled her top off and pulled her trousers down, pretending not to notice Luca’s gaze over her from the back. She could tell he was looking at her ass from the back. And yes, he was staring at her beautiful ass.

“Water’s calling,” she said, heading toward the shoreline. Luca joined her, walking beside her. “You swim often?” he asked.

“Not really,” she replied. “But I like it when it’s quiet like this.”

“That’s why I picked this place,” he said. “I don't want to deal with crowds.”

They reached the water and dove in. The coolness wrapped around her, a relief against the sun. She surfaced, brushing her wet hair back, catching Luca’s eyes on her again.

“You’re good at swimming,” he said, and she laughed softly. “You haven’t seen enough to say that.”

"I've seen enough to know you look good doing it." He murmured in a low voice that her father, who was a few feet away, wouldn’t hear.

She felt heat bloom in her stomach, even though the water was cold.

They swam for almost an hour, sometimes in groups, sometimes drifting apart. When they finally came back to shore, she reached for her phone and turned to Luca.

"Snap me," she said, handling the phone with him. He smiled and took the phone.

He stepped back to take a perfect shot. “Look over your shoulder,” he instructed.

She turned slightly, giving him the view he wanted. The sun was hitting her skin in all the right places.

“Good,” he said. “Now look away from the camera. Let it look like it was taken unaware. Keep those smiles."

She did as told. He opened his own phone camera and took some pictures before taking more with her phone, then handed the phone back.

“Thank you very much,” she said.

“No problem,” he replied. Then, as she turned to look through the photos, he took a perfect picture of her ass. By the time she turned back, he was slipping his own phone into his pocket.

She tilted her head. “Did you just—?”

"No, I received a message." He replied with unreadable facial expressions.

Her father yelled from the other side. “Time to leave.”

“Right,” Luca said.

They dried off and changed into dry underwear in the changing room, then wore their clothes.

In the parking lot, her father headed toward his car while Luca opened the door to the sleek, jet-black Rolls Royce parked a few spaces away.

Stacey stopped in her tracks. “This is yours?”

Luca glanced at her with a small grin. “Yeah.” She couldn’t help the little whistle that left her lips. “Impressive.”

Her father called out, “Stacey, let’s go.”

She nodded and walked toward their car and slipped into the passenger seat. As they drove off, she turned her head just in time to see Luca pulling out in the Rolls Royce.

Her father chatted about the beach day, but Stacey barely heard him. Her mind was on Luca, thinking about the way he looked at her and the pictures he took. She also suspected he actually took a picture of her.

By the time they got home, she knew one thing for sure. She wanted to see him again. And next time, she didn’t want her father there.