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A pair of fair-skinned, lean muscled arms stretched up towards the sky as his body dropped through the air to spring off a rooftop then a fence, only to land expertly on the ground below. Buster sprang back up from the crouch and danced a bit on the balls of his feet, shaking out his muscles after one of his urban parkour runs. The boy shook out his fluffy dark brown hair, the shock of blue curls bouncing with each movement and took a long swig from his water bottle.

He always felt great after a nice long run over and through the streets.

Suddenly, his phone vibrated and alerted him that he had a text message. It was in his hand in one fluid motion and he lifted a brow at the unknown phone number. That number definitely didn't come from the island. Hell, he doubted it even came from this country!

Of course, that didn't stop him from opening it anyway.

"So you ready to bend me over and make me scream like you said you would?"
"Cause you've been MIA for a week and I'm wet."

Now most people who'd met the young man knew that he was more than your average flirt, but would he be the type to respond to a stranger's text message that way? Of course he would! His thumbs typed out a response before he could stop himself.

"Where, when, and what's your name? I'm ready."

A relaxed sigh could be heard amongst the sounds of crashing waves as Lu lounged along the sandy Pampelonne Beach shores, stretching like a content cat ready for nap and giving a lovely eyeful to any passers-by of her shapely tanned rear as she did so. But the teen couldn't care less. Let them look, let them dream, cause it'd be a fucking lie to say that it didn't get her off having eyes lusting on her after all.

She'd just gotten out of the water from a dive, her body cold but glistening with drops of water as her dark red bikini clung to her skin and left nothing to the imagination of any who saw her. But finding a playmate was hardly on her list right now, even though she was sorely wanting. No, right now the sun was her lover and she welcomed its embrace as she let it warm her to the core.

Speaking of which, Lu quirked a brow at her phone after she'd gotten the tall tale signs of a new message, her lips curling as she read it. She'd sent off a quick text to her boyfriend on her new phone, the 5th one this year since she'd lost so many, asking if he was down to play since she hadn't seen him around in a while and it looked like he had finally answered her.

"Where, when, and what's your name? I'm ready."

She chuckled at his response, either her boyfriend had just straight up lost it, or he was messing with her, cause he should know by now just where she'd be at any given time of the day and that she'd never turn down a chance to fuck.

Still...she'd play along if that's what he wanted.

"Lol you know anywhere and anytime babe And it's your lovely GF Jimmy Neutron of course!"

Upon receiving a response, Buster's lips curved up in amusement. Whoever's girlfriend this was, it was clear that she was hot and ready to get down and dirty. Anywhere, anytime. Sounded like his kind of girl. He wondered if she really meant what she said, because the idea of people watching him fuck this mystery girl was starting to get him incredibly hot.

"Send me an address and I'll be happy to rock your world."

"Send me an address and I'll be happy to rock your world."

Ok, now she really was starting to worry about his head. Her boyfriend wasn't the smartest tool in the shed per-se, his grades usually falling short of passing unless she helped, but he wasn't thisbad right? Right?!

He was just had to be messing with her.

"Babe are you being serious? You know where I'm at"

Now he really wanted to find her.

"I don't actually. Your area code doesn't seem to be from this island, but I'm happy to come to you."

And he was. Even if it meant taking the ferry to the mainland and hopping on a plane. Buster was no stranger to travel, often accompanying his mom on business trips where applicable and sampling their local cuisine... and their locals.

"Hun, your bf clearly isn't taking good enough care of you if he'd even consider going on vacation without you." A slight shiver of nerves trailed up his spine for a moment. It was the moment of truth - he was going to have to out himself and hope that she'd still possibly be interested in him. "But if he's that kind of guy, you can kick him to the curb and come see me instead. "

That bittersweet feeling he'd grown used to surged as he read her text message. Sighing, he dragged a hand through his hair. Of course she'd try to let him down gently. Must be a nice girl. It was too bad she was stuck with a guy who wasn't giving her the attention she deserved.

"What kind of bf goes MIA and leaves his girl alone and horny?" Buster texted, "If you were my girl I'd be making you cum day and night."

As an afterthought, he added, "And I can cook too. You should totally leave him for me. "

His response was instantaneous.

"I'm willing to bet that I am more fun than Mr. MIA, and more considerate too. Sounds like you need to get a few things off your chest. I'm happy to listen if you want."

Her willingness to continue texting him despite being involved with someone else had been a welcome surprise. Especially considering she was all the way in France and had no idea who he was.

Her response baffled him.

No matter which way Buster looked at it, he just couldn't make sense of such a thing. "Wait a minute. He doesn't want to spend time together unless you're fooling around but he also doesn't want sex? Is he stupid?"

He frowned down at the screen for a moment. Either the guy was a fucking idiot or he was cheating on her, and he was willing to bet it was both.

"How long has he been doing this?"

He sent a little frowning emoji to her at that.

If it had been a month or two of her noticing her boyfriend's shady behavior, then that meant he didn't care about her finding out - which meant it was likely he'd been getting his jollies elsewhere for much longer.

"... how badly do you want to keep this relationship?" He knew he shouldn't be sticking his nose into this, knew that what he was doing could ruin her beau's life, but frankly he didn't care. He'd stolen girls from douchebags before and he was ready to do it again.

"Yeah."

It was hard not to feel a bit of a knot in his stomach when he sent that, but he had to be honest with her. He just wasn't sure how to type that out.

So, without letting himself reconsider, he hit the "call" button and put his cell to his ear.

It had been a hell of a gamble to just call her like that. So when she actually answered his call, her voice sounding particularly lovely as it reached his eardrums, Buster stopped in his tracks. He'd been walking home at a leisurely pace and stopping to reply every time she texted him back.

Now he stood rooted to his spot, just under a block away from his house.

"You sound much too cute for someone who's boyfriend is messing around." The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them, his velvety voice holding a definite note of appreciation in it. The boy was fairly sure he sounded like an extremely horny teenager - and he absolutely was - but if he could arouse his previous partners with nothing but his voice, he was sure she wouldn't mind.

He opened his mouth to say something but thought better of it, instead asking, "So how are you holding up, sweetheart? Do you want to talk about it?"

A grin broke out over his face as he listened to her laugh over the phone, heat rushing to his cheeks at the sound. She really did sound cute and he was so glad he'd called her up. And when he asked him if anyone had ever told him he sounded like every girl's wet dream, he couldn't help but chuckle.

"Sure, I've been told that before." Buster admitted cheekily, "By girls, guys, and non-binary people."

At this point, he'd started walking again and was almost to his place.

"I'm glad I could brighten your day a little at least." The boy said, then remembered that she'd mentioned not island-hopping previously. "Maybe I can brighten it a little more." As he reached his front yard he suddenly broke into a sprint and leapt upwards, springing off a lawn chair, then up the side of his garage and onto the roof. He held up his cell phone, snapped a picture of the view from his place. It was fairly close to the ocean, but not quite on the beach. Still, it had a great view of the beautiful golden sands and sapphire waves.

He sent the picture to her with a caption stating: "In case you ever want to visit."

Then he put the phone back to his ear.

"As for gossip, there's a couple new residents on this island - one of which is being annoyed by my idiot cousin, who's muscles are bigger than his brain. There's also a porn star that lives somewhere in the forest here, though most people don't know where. Also in today's news, Gina didn't show up for work for the third day in a row and guess who had to cover her shift?" He asked conversationally.

Thick eyebrows shot up in surprise at her enthusiasm over the beach and the waves they had.

"Oooh, you're a surfer!" He was impressed, knowing that it took strength and balance to be good at riding the ocean's waves, "You'd definitely love it here then. We get tons of locals and tourists out riding those suckers. I've never tried it myself, I'm more into mountain climbing and parkour, but I'd try it if you were my teacher." There was a definitely flirtatious note in his voice.

Throat feeling a tad dry, he grabbed his water bottle out of the pocket of his cargo shorts and drained half the bottle as she mentioned she had some questions. He hummed an affirmative as he drank down the refreshing liquid.

When she mentioned Rai Island he was caught so off-guard that he coughed a mouthful of water back up. "Wha-?" He coughed until he throat was clear and he could speak again without issue. Two little strawberries? That sounded an awful lot like...

"Wait a sec. Are you friends with that Celi girl?" He asked in disbelief, "No way, that's so wild! Well now you have to come."

"And if you're looking to sign up to be in a porno, horror movie or not, you could always co-star with me." The flirty tone of his voice flowed casually through the phone, "Here, maybe I can tempt you with this."

Holding his phone away from him, he switched it to selfie mode, pulled off his shirt and took a quick pic of his torso. He smiled, making sure to get his angular jaw and soft looking mouth as he'd caught his lower lip between his dazzling white teeth. His left hand was jokingly squeezing his left pectoral right below the pierced nipple and his tight lean muscles and caught the sun in a way that made him look like he was almost glowing softly in the sun. A shock of curly blue hair from his asymmetrical cut hung just over his left shoulder.

He captioned it with, "Everyone likes tits, right? Here's mine. XD"

Then he hit send with a naughty chuckle.

Buster made a mental note about her connection with the rosette he'd struck out with, but he was much more concerned with his new mystery friend.

When she told him it might be hard to visit, he gasped dramatically.

"Want me to send you a plane ticket?" He offered, his tone daring her to say yes, "My only caveat is that you stay at my place while you're here. I'll be happy to share my bed and all my toys with you." He grinned wolfishly and lowered his voice a little. "Can't guarantee you'll get much sleep, but I can guarantee that I can make you scream my name and cum all over me until your nerves are raw."

Suddenly his phone alerted him to a message and he opened it to see the risque picture she'd sent him.

A low, long, very appreciative whistle left him as he stared longingly at the teasing photo. "Damn, girl! Thanks for the pic. I'll be sure to get a LOT of use from it." He released a shuddering breath and trailed his fingertips down his muscled abdomen to the extremely noticeable bulge in his baggy shorts.

"Geez..." He breathed, more to himself but still audible, "That got me rock hard."