Loner's Retreat: Angelina & Julie, Part 5

ANGELINA

"I can't do this anymore." Angelina stated, determined to put an end to her indiscretions with Dolly and free herself of the internal agony her guilty conscious had been putting her through, while Dolly cleaned the outside of her boat. It was the middle of the day, the scorching heat was unbearable and Angie could feel the physical and emotional fatigue wearing her body down.

"Cesar, can you give us the boat for a few minutes?" Dolly asked her other scuba-diving instructor, and he nodded before he hopped onto the boat dock and walked back to the shore. She waited until he was far enough away to respond to her, then dropped her sponge into the bucket in front of her.

"Okay." Dolly answered nonchalantly but it left Angie a bit shell-shocked. Dolly's actions in the last couple of days defied her coldness at the moment. Was Angie surprised? A bit. Was she sad? Definitely.

"Okay. Good. No hard feelings then?" Angie asked, a final attempt at keeping things friendly until her and Julie left next week. Dolly's dry laugh made her raise an eyebrow as she looked up at her and crossed her arms.

"Absolutely not. I hope you and Julie have a very happy life together," she replied sarcastically as she climbed onto her boat and Angie followed her in.

"Don't do that."

"Don't do what?"

"Bring her up. This isn't about her," Angie claimed as she watched Dolly wash her hands in the sink and dry them with a small towel.

"It's not?" Dolly countered as she turned to face her and Angelina sighed in frustration as she walked up to her.

"I want you to be okay with this."

"You're doing a magnificent job at shifting the guilt, Angie. Tell me, was it your mother or your father who taught you that?" Dolly jabbed her right in the heart with her cruel words and she shook her head, as tears began to swim in her eyes. She'd trusted Dolly with her heaviest of burdens and she chose now to throw it back into her face. Angelina was done being nice.

"That's hilarious coming from a woman who has no family to speak of."

"Oh, that's not nearly enough ammo to make a dent. You can do better than that." Dolly challenged, the fury in her eyes matching her own as she walked backwards into a corner, trapped with nowhere to go.

"You're a masochist, you know that? No wonder Lucia no longer wants anything to do with you." Angie hit below the belt, and she knew that. She was raised to always take the high road, to never let anyone see how much they affected you but Dolly pushed buttons she didn't even know she had. And right now, it looked like Angie had rendered the blonde beauty silent.

Dolly stared into her eyes, as she braced her hands on either side of her head and leaned into her, brushing her lips over hers gently. Angie couldn't move, her legs growing weak with the same desire Dolly always invoked in her and she could feel it swim with anticipation inside of her skin.

"What if I told you someone had asked me to get closer to you? To test your loyalty as well as your...personal limits?" Dolly whispered into her ear and Angie swallowed hard as she processed her words. Could that someone be Julie? Would Julie do such a thing? Angie knew she was a loose cannon sometimes, but to ask a stranger to get this intimate with her? The thought couldn't register in her mind. Julie would never hurt her. Not like this. Not like she'd been hurting her since the first night she let Dolly make her come.

"Did this person get the results they were looking for, Dolly?"

"If you walk out of here, without admitting that you've been happier with me than with Julie, then they will," the blue-eyed woman before her waited for her answer, but Angie didn't have one. She'd forgotten what happiness felt like. Its as if it had disappeared after her parents broke her heart and she had used Julie as a crutch to get back up on her feet.

Angie realized now the reason why her relationship with Julie always felt more like a chore, rather than something to look forward to every day. But did she have the heart to tell her that she no longer wanted the exhaustion that came with their relationship?

"Clock is ticking, Angie. What's it going to be?" Dolly brought her back to her present problem, which was shaking herself out of this fog, filled with unrelenting need for her. It didn't help that all she was wearing was a bright red two-piece bikini that complimented her tanned skin tone. Angie reached to untie the top half of her swim-wear and watched as the scraps fell to the floor, exposing Dolly's full and heavy breasts. Their eyes met in a heated gaze as Angie's hands tugged the bottom half of her swim-wear and Dolly stepped out of them. Her hands took full grips of her breasts and Dolly crushed her lips to hers in a deep, tongue-colliding kiss. Moaning into her mouth, Angie pulled away from her lips and turned Dolly around, bending her over the sitting bench. She could see her pinks folds glimmering with wetness as she got on her knees and lifted her tongue up to tease them. Dolly's whimpering made Angie smirk before she dipped her tongue deep inside of her, her hands spreading her cheeks as wide as she could to give her more access to her sweet taste. Once her tongue settled into a steady rhythm, Angie reached to pinch and rub at her clit in between her two fingers, making Dolly arch her back sharply in response. She rode her tongue in a quicker motion as her muscles contracted around Angie's hungry lips.

"Right there, oh fuck, please don't stop," Dolly ordered in between gasps, and she pounded her fist in to the wall while Angie continued to fuck her with her tongue. Dolly's loud moan echoed within the confines of the boat as she spilled right into Angie's mouth.

"Guess you've made your decision," Dolly commented smugly as she picked up her bikini off the floor and caught her breath. Angie licked her lips and chuckled as she walked over to the sink to rinse her mouth out.

"Not even close. But I'll keep you posted, if you're interested." Angie answered as she pulled the blonde closer to her and kissed her. Dolly placed her hands on her cheeks and rested her forehead against hers before she replied.

"In you? Always." Dolly responded with a smile, but stopped going in for another kiss when Cesar came in to interrupt them. The shock in his eyes was evident, but something else took over them. Something that made Angie's heart palpitate with madness.

"It's Julie. She passed out and your brother is taking her to the hospital."

Two hours and still no sign of the doctor who'd rushed Julie in as an emergency patient. Miguel refused to say anything about what happened, which was suspicious enough, but she wasn't going to let it deter her from getting the truth.

"Miguel." She said his name in warning and watched his worried expression change to the similar shade of guilt she'd been dealing with for the last week as he looked at her.

"This isn't the place or time for this," Miguel informed her sternly, his eyes growing tender as he stared at her like the little sister he always thought of her as, even though he'd only been born two minutes before she was.

"I have a right to know." Angie said as she sat beside him in the emergency room chair and took his hand in hers. Whatever he was about to tell her, it wasn't good. His frown confirmed it for her.

"I told Julie the truth about the night we took her in. Told her it was me who found her," he started and Angie stiffened a bit, remembering the state that horrible man had left Julie in that night, how glad Angie had been that karma had taken care of him shortly after.

"She thought I saved her?" Angie asked him and when he nodded, she covered her mouth as she shook her head.

"Wait, what does this have to do with why she fainted?"

"She hasn't been sleeping well, which could be the major cause of this. It could also be the fact that we were in a sauna, together..." Miguel trailed off as he waited for her to put the pieces together, and when she did, Angie stood up, rage making her hands ball into tight fights.

"You were fucking my girlfriend in a sauna?!"

"Keep your damn voice down." Miguel tried to shush her, but she was too angry to listen. Her brother knew her better than anyone, so he pulled at her hand and dragged her to the exit of the hospital. When they reached the outside, he released her and she punched him straight in the nose. It didn't do much damage since Miguel had gotten into many fights during their youth. His body was now tolerant of pain.

"I can't believe you did this to me." Angie commented as she started to pace back and forth while rubbing her now bruised fist.

"I'm sorry I went behind your back, but you out of all people have no right to say anything about what happened between me and Jules." Miguel fired back and his words made her whip around to face him.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Does a blonde scuba-diving instructor ring any bells?" he asked with an annoyed expression, and Angie froze. It was him. He'd been the one to ask Dolly to seduce her.

"You son-of-a-bitch! It was you!" Angie shouted as she pounded her fists into his chest and Miguel let her.

"I only made the suggestion. I didn't force either of you to do what you did. So if you want to be pissed at someone, be pissed at yourself," her brother insisted, as he walked away from her and headed back into the hospital.