The Neighbor’s Long-Awaited College Vacation

Our decision to take a vacation had been a long time coming. With graduation looming, we both felt the need to unwind and enjoy each other’s company in a beautiful setting. Bermuda, with its pristine beaches and turquoise waters, seemed like the perfect destination.

“I’m so excited to be here, Patrick,” Pru said, her eyes shining with anticipation as we settled into our seats on the plane.

“Me too, baby,” I replied, taking her hand in mine. “We’re finally going to experience the world beyond our college days.”

The flight from Boston to Bermuda was a blur of luxury and comfort. We chatted and laughed, enjoying each other’s company as we soared through the skies. When we arrived at the airport, we were greeted with a warm welcome and whisked away to our hotel, the Elbow Beach Hotel, on the eastern side of the island.

As we checked into our room, a mini-suite with a king-sized bed and a breathtaking view of the ocean, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement. This was our chance to reconnect and create new memories together.

Pru, looking stunning in a yellow polka-dotted bikini, grinned at me as we spread out the breakfast spread on the coffee table. “What do you think?” she asked, striking a pose.

“You look…wow,” I stuttered, my eyes fixed on her curves. “I think we’re going to have to find a secluded spot on the beach today.”

Pru giggled and playfully swatted at me. “Don’t be shy, Patrick. I’m all yours.”

We spent the morning snorkeling in the crystal-clear waters, marveling at the colorful fish and even spotting a squid hovering near a mooring buoy. As we sat on the beach, watching the sun rise over the ocean, I turned to Pru and asked, “Do you still think I’m good enough to eat?”

Pru’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she replied, “Definitely…before or after our shower?”

I chuckled, feeling my heart skip a beat at her playful tease. “You’re going to get me in trouble, woman.”

We spent the rest of the day lounging on the beach, holding hands, and enjoying each other’s company. As the sun began to set, we made our way back to our room, eager to shower and change for dinner.

My hands trembled as I held myself up against the shower wall, watching Pru’s curves come undone beneath me. “During, I think and then I’ll take care of you,” she whispered, her voice husky with anticipation. She shed her suit in seconds, her slender fingers working the tiny garment with ease. The trunks were next, and she efficiently pulled them from my body, leading me to the shower by my hardened cock.

I turned on the water, and Pru leaned against the wall, her eyes locked on mine. Kneeling brought me to the right level, and I led with my tongue, licking the residual ocean salt from her skin. Pru spread her legs in encouragement, and I dove in, savoring the taste of her.

Rubbing her labia with my raspy tongue made them red and swollen. Pru groaned, her legs growing weak. I had to help her stand as my tongue found her tight hot tunnel. I loved this part, not only because she tasted great but also because rubbing her this way always drove her crazy.

When I moved up to suck on her clit, Pru collapsed, sliding down the wall into the tub. I held her tightly as she recovered, my heart pounding with excitement.

“I think I should have worn that bikini sooner,” Pru purred, her voice barely above a whisper. “That was incredible…unbelievable…wonderful. I love you, Pat.”

“I’m glad,” I replied, smiling. “Can you sit up now? Are you okay?”

“I will be in another minute, and I can’t wait to get that beautiful cock in my mouth,” Pru teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. It was only a short time later that Pru started to lick me, washing my balls before running her tongue up the sensitive underside of my cock and around my helmet.

I was excited, and the touch of her tongue was enough to send me over the edge. I came-hard-covering Pru’s face and hair with my ejaculate. I was horrified, but Pru laughed as she wiped it over her face.

We finally washed each other before dressing for dinner. As we walked hand in hand, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for this woman who had brought so much joy into my life.

As we made our way to dinner, I couldn’t help but think about how much I had learned from Pru. She had taught me that love and passion were not just about physical intimacy but also about emotional connection and trust.

We were both 21 now, and we could finally enjoy the rum punch parties at the hotel. We’d had a few beers at DU parties, but those nightly rum punch parties were a whole different story. More than one night, I had to practically carry Pru up to our room.

As we shopped in downtown Hamilton, the main city and shopping center of Bermuda, I was amazed by the variety of stores and shops. We bought English woolens, sweaters, and skirts, caps and scarves for ourselves, but also for all our family members, too.

We brought back so much that we had to pay duty once we were back in the U.S. We still made out like bandits, and two weeks later, we drove to see my family. As usual, I received my hugs and kisses, then stood and watched them swarm around Pru.

Later that night, after the dinner dishes were done, I found Michael sitting alone and glum in the back yard. I sat next to him in the damp grass.

“What’s the problem, Michael?” I asked, my voice gentle.

“Oh…nothing,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

“You know, one thing I’ve learned is that when a person says ‘nothing,’ he really means ‘something,’ but just doesn’t want to talk about it. So, I repeat—what’s the problem?” I asked, my eyes locked on his.

Michael sighed, “I was just wondering if I’ll ever be able to find someone like Pru. You’re so lucky.”

“I know I am,” I replied, smiling. “But it was Pru who did the finding. She found me at the Freshman Mixer. I had absolutely no experience with girls. Can you believe—I was a college freshman and I was still a virgin.”

“You’re kidding!” Michael exclaimed, his eyes wide with surprise.

“No, I’m not,” I replied, chuckling. “Pru found me and helped make me what I am today, but…if you were to ask her what makes her special, she’d say…

Pru found us sitting alone out back.

“What’s up, Pat?” she asked, her voice husky.

“Michael was just sitting here and wondering if he’d ever find someone like you,” I replied, smiling.

Pru sat next to Michael, draping her arm over his shoulder.

“Of course, you will,” she said, her voice reassuring. “There are plenty of girls who would appreciate and love someone like you.”

“Pru, what makes you so special?” Michael asked, his eyes locked on hers.

“Me…special?” Pru replied, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m not special, Michael. If I had to pick anything, I’d say my love for your brother, but I’m really not so special.”

Michael laughed, “Paddy told me you’d say that. I guess that’s exactly what does make you special. Thanks, Pru.”

We went back into the house, back to my family a few minutes later.

We loved visiting, but it was restrictive, so far as our sex life was concerned. There were so many of us that the rooms were small, and one could hear talking through the walls easily. A squeaking bed or Pru’s almost constant groaning would be dead giveaways. We were married, but that didn’t mean we wanted everyone to know what we were doing.

We had a great visit, but we couldn’t wait to get back to our apartment where we had the freedom to make love daily and as noisily as we wished.

Our senior year began before we knew it. I won the cross-country race again for the fourth consecutive time and had played poker with my friends since the school term had begun. I still won every time—a lot less now that Martin and his side-bets were gone.

Both Pru and I wanted to go to graduate school, but it would be something we’d pay for ourselves. My parents now had Sean in college, and Katherine ready to go next year. Enough was enough; I couldn’t expect them to pay for anything else.

The rest was up to us. I had won roughly $100,000 from Martin. Pru and I decided during our sophomore year that we should pay taxes on the money. I wanted to be an attorney. The last thing I needed was a tax evasion charge when I was job hunting. I spread it out over four years to minimize the impact.

We had just over $30,000 left to get us through the next three years. It would be close—tuition in grad school was almost double what we’d been paying as undergrads.

Working with Pru had helped me immensely. My cumulative GPA was almost 3.5 out of four while hers was even higher—3.75. How a chemistry major could score so well always amazed me, but then Pru amazed me almost every day.

Pru took the Graduate Record Exam the same day I took the Law School Admission Test. We were anxiously awaiting our results when I received an important phone call.

“Mr. Hayden, this is Mrs. Golden from Dean Schmidt’s office. The Dean would like to know if you can meet with him Monday afternoon at two. Please bring Mrs. Hayden with you.”

I knew that a request to meet with the Dean was practically a command performance. We were free Monday afternoons, so I agreed, telling Pru when she returned from class.

We arrived a few minutes early and were shown directly into the Dean’s office.

“Ah, Mr. Hayden…Patrick…so nice to meet you and this must be your wife, Prudence. I’d like you to meet Dean Mitchell from our law school and Dean Smithwick of our graduate school.”

“Thank you, sir, but you should congratulate Pru…Prudence. She’s the reason for my success.”

“I suspect she’s partially responsible, but we all know one can’t make a silk purse from a sow’s ear. You had the ability, but you had to learn to tap it.”

“I’ll turn the meeting over to Dean Mitchell now.”

Dean Mitchell began to speak, his voice warm and friendly. “Patrick, I’ve seen your application, and it is most impressive, not only your academics but especially your intramural participation. I don’t think I’d enjoy stepping into the ring with you or racing you, for that matter.”

“I want you to know you will be accepted here. Prudence, Dean Smithwick assures me that you will be accepted, too.”

“We have some money left over from a poker game I’ve played in. Maybe we can get some aid or I can get a part-time job. We haven’t given it much thought yet.”

“We have, Patrick. In fact, we have it solved for you.”

“You can come in now,” Dean Mitchell called, and the door to what I assumed was the lavatory opened.

“Hi, Pat,” I must have looked like a deer in the headlights. It was Martin, dressed in an expensive business suit. He extended his hand, something he had refused to do when we were playing poker or in the ring.

“You must be Prudence. I know I owe you an apology, too. My dad kicked my butt at poker last graduation night. When he told me how I was angry as hell then I realized what an idiot I’d been.”

“He has me working in the mailroom, and I’ve learned a lot. I always thought these workers were drones, but I understand now that they’re real people with real problems and real dreams.”

“Even more importantly, I like them. I’m here on behalf of my dad. He wants to cover your grad school expenses. He feels he owes you and, to be honest, so do I.”

“The university has been directed to forward your tuition bills to his office. He’ll also give each of you $1,000 a semester for textbooks and incidentals. If you decide to attend summer session, just let the Dean know.”

“Dad will cover that, too. He’ll also send you a check every month for living expenses. He’d like to invite you to dinner on Saturday. I hope you’ll agree.”

We thanked the Deans, shook hands, and walked out with Martin.

“My dad had his doubts about me, especially after you drubbed me in the ring. I should have listened to you and stayed on the canvas, but I thought I knew everything then.”

We made arrangements to meet for dinner, and as expected, it was a fabulously expensive restaurant.

We met outside the front door at eight sharp, a few handshakes later, we walked in for the dining experience of our lives.

We talked business between courses, and Mr. Laird agreed to give us $2,000 a month for living expenses. It was much more than we needed, but he insisted.

We said our good-byes to Mr. Laird and his girlfriend, walking to our car with Martin.

“It’s been nice to see you again, Pat. I’m sure you’re surprised to hear that, but I did like you when we were playing poker together. The problem was my ego. I thought I was better than everyone else and I refused to even think that someone could be my equal let alone my better.”

He held out his hand, and I shook it willingly.

“From what I’ve read and heard, one of the reasons people go to college is to find themselves; I’m glad you finally did.”

I finished the handshake, and Pru gave him a hug.

He’d actually become a decent guy, one I could even learn to like.

We drove back to the apartment, walking hand in hand as had become our habit long ago.

As we walked, I couldn’t help but think about how much I had learned from Pru. She had taught me that love and passion were not just about physical intimacy but also about emotional connection and trust.

My stomach groaned in protest as I lay on the bed, the aftermath of our gluttonous French feast still lingering. Pru began to undress, and my gaze followed her every move. Her laughter caught my attention, and she playfully teased, “Instead of watching, how about helping? Then I’ll have a good reason for rewarding you.”

“I’m always up for one of your rewards,” I replied, rising from the bed to join her. “I think I’d do anything for you.” As I slowly unzipped her dress, I couldn’t resist the urge to kiss her back, tracing every inch of her skin, even when it reached her ass. Pru’s sweet curves left me speechless, and I hung her dress in the closet before removing her bra. I leaned down to suckle her breasts, which were small but firm, and I had to admit, I was drawn to their tiny size.

Pru’s panties and stockings came off next, and I couldn’t resist the urge to kiss her prominent mound and smell the beginnings of her arousal. My tongue flicked, gaining entry to her core, and she moaned in pleasure. I was about to push further when Pru pulled me up, her eyes sparkling with desire.

“My turn now,” she whispered, loosening my tie and unbuttoning my shirt. My tee was pulled over my head, and seconds later, my pants fell to the floor, followed by my briefs. “C’mon, handsome—let’s get a shower. Then I’ll need a good fucking.”

We showered together, the steamy water heightening our desire. Pru’s hands were all over my body, driving me crazy. I couldn’t take it anymore and grabbed her, flipping her over onto the bed. My rock-hard cock was in her in a single thrust, and Pru gripped my head, pulling me into a savage kiss while I ravaged her body.

I felt Pru gasp as her orgasm claimed her body, and I pumped into her furiously, her body shaking in one long convulsion after another. It continued for more than ten seconds until I joined her in Nirvana. My cock erupted again and again until it, and I, was completely drained. I collapsed onto Pru’s chest, exhausted.

As we caught our breath, I whispered, “I think I could fall asleep here…right on top of you.”

“I doubt it,” Pru replied, smiling. “I’d have you hard and fucking me all night. That was incredible, Pat. How’d you know I needed to be taken?”

“I didn’t, but I’m glad,” I said, smiling back at her. “It seemed to be the perfect ending to an incredible day. In fact, this has been an incredible week. I never thought Martin would turn out like this. He’s actually likeable. Too bad it came so late.”

Pru was already asleep, so I crawled off her and covered her with an extra blanket from the closet. I was asleep in seconds, my body still humming from our lovemaking.

The semester flew by, and before I knew it, we were graduating. I would graduate Cum Laude—with honor. Pru was Magna Cum Laude—with high honor. We agreed to take our diplomas together, hand in hand, so when I was announced—Patrick Joseph Hayden—I accepted and waited for Prudence Elizabeth Hayden. We kissed briefly in front of the thousands of guests and retreated to our seats.

We took the summer off, using some of our reserve funds for a trip to New York City. We braved the crowds during the day and made sweet love at night. Our studies began in earnest in September, and Pru graduated with a PhD in chemistry two years later. She was Magna Cum Laude once again and was hired at an attractive salary by Laird Industries in their research department.