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I would say I was in the same boat if it wasn’t for the chick at the pool. My dick hadn’t stirred for a girl since Royce. Royce was the type of chick that liked to fuck with boys because she could. Another notch on the belt. We all like to think just men do this but no, women did it too. It was my fault for falling for her. I knew better, but we can’t control who we love.
First and only love.
The chick at the pool had the same black hair, but she looked sharper. Put together. Royce always sported multiple piercings and ripped clothing. Didn’t exactly give the impression she had her shit together. I liked the way she drove her car. Handling the curves at high speeds and not letting her eyes leave the road, even when I pushed my hand up her thigh and under her shorts.
I was ready to have some fun, now. A coworker invited me to a clambake, a beach party thrown every year by a local family. Free food and booze? Count me in. Maybe Leo and I could meet some hot locals. Or maybe we would get drunk and silly. A lifetime of built-up sexual tension and adoration finally exploding. I liked both ideas. A knock on the hotel door cut my fantasies short. I opened the door to a beaming Leo, bronze skin and tequila in hand.
“Bitch! I am so glad to be here right now, you do not know.”
I let the door slam shut, “Hey to you too. Miss me that much?” I sat down at the only table and chair in the room. Leo set down the tequila and paper bag, opening the top and pulling out limes and the salt shaker.
“Did you really bring that here from your house?” I laughed, picking up the glass salt shaker.
“Listen, I want to get drunk. And we can’t do that without salt and limes, and I had no guarantee that you had either. So, you’re welcome.” Leo spoke with his hands, and it made me laugh every time. His point always coming across exactly the way he wanted it to, emphatically. He always thought I was poking fun, but really, it was one of my favourite things about him.
“Thanks, cookie.” I cooed… mimicking the nickname his family gave him when his sister was two. Her ‘Oreo’ because she couldn’t quite get the L. Everyone laughed, and cookie was Leo’s nickname from then on. Privy information that I had.
“Ugh, don’t do that! I’m here to escape them, don’t remind me.” He poured us both a shot and looked at me when he realised we didn’t have a knife to cut the lime with.
I locked eyes with him and smiled, reaching into my pocket, and getting my knife. I flipped it open, a medium-sized multi-purpose blade that easily sliced through the thick skin of the lime. We raised the shot glasses and clinked them together. Tossing them back at the same time. Leo made a dramatic squeal as he sucked the lime. I took two more.
“Let’s roll, bitch.” I said, slamming my hand on the tabletop. Leo jumped up from his chair and shook his hips, making his way to the door. I slapped his ass hard. He squealed again but this time; I heard pleasure in it.
It was nine now; the sun hidden behind the horizon.
Leo and I had both ditched our shoes and walked through the white sand in the moonlight. The bonfire was large; the flames licking the sky and towering over the people standing nearby. Bodies filled the beach, shorts and bikinis under cover-ups, the smell of sun-tan lotion from the day. The most notable feature of this small corner of private beach was the daybeds. Four daybeds with canopies, sheer fabric floating in the wind, lined the beach near the house at the far end.
As we walked toward the crowd, Nate popped out from a group of blonde girls passing multiple blunts around. I coughed, stopping near the cloud of smoke.
“Hey, bro! If you wanna make friends with the right people, this is the place to be.” Nate patted me on the back, his eyes glazed over and beer on his breath.
“Yeah, man… thanks.” I said, making my way to the boats filled with ice and beer. A speaker somewhere played Santeria and Leo grabbed a beer and chair. I sat beside him, a good distance away from the fire. Sinking my toes into the sand, I popped open my Killian’s Irish red and took a swig.
If you asked me where she came from when I was hungover the next day; I would have said she simply appeared. But looking back, I think maybe she had been watching us. Somewhere in the shadows.
“Hey there. Enjoying yourselves?” Her voice lilted. I squinted against the roaring fire she stood before, engulfing her curvy frame in an orange glow. She came into focus first by her dark hair, then her frozen blue eyes. The milf from the pool. I took another sip of my beer. Recognition followed by a course of adrenaline pumping down my arms and legs. She was a knockout. Her age was a coin toss. And to me, age was just a number. A construct.
I let my eyes travel over her black bikini from earlier, only now; covered by a matching sheer cover up. Her skin glowed, my mouth filled with saliva.
“Lyss? Is that you? Holy shit, girl! I haven’t seen you in fifteen years!” The woman jumped up and down, flinging her arms around her neck.
“Birdie!!” Raven-hair screeched into the stout one’s neck. Leo raised his beer in their direction, and she smiled. Her thick lashes and white teeth made my balls tighten and the soles of my feet tingle. California Love blasted over the speakers near the deck, and everyone cheered. The beach was covered with grinding bodies and raised hands, singing in unison.
I leaned back in my chair laughing, “Damn, I didn’t know this was a millennial kinda party.”
Lyss, carrying her Coach flip flops (yeah, I noticed the label) sat down in the chair beside me. “Millenial? I guess I prefer Xennial. Then again, Gen Z isn’t very… intelligent, right?” she sipped her wineglass and held back a laugh.
I wanted to know what her mouth tasted like.
“Where’s your camera?” I flexed with the memory of her from earlier but wanted to see if she remembered me too.
She laughed, “Oh, you remembered. Well, I should have brought it with me, but I didn’t. Especially since you were the first person to make me pull out my camera in a very long time. And here you are.” She spoke eloquently, educated, and methodical. Leo sat in the sand beside me, mouthing the lyrics. He never could sit still. I sat forward, resting my forearms on my knees, “I could say the same about you.” I smiled and took a sip of my beer.
“Your friend looks like he’s having fun. Are you two together?” she hooked her eyebrow, a gleam in her eye.
I laughed and looked at Leo and shrugged. “I’m open to a lot of new experiences.” I let my eyes travel down her legs and back up to the apex of her thighs.
“Interesting. Because those kinds of people are my favorite kind.” She sipped the last of her wine and looked at me over the rim. Leo was listening now, leaned into the conversation.
