more liquor. We all just have one small bag to take with us as we aren’t packing many clothes, after all we aren’t intending on being in anything other than our board shorts.
When we get to the house we are renting on the beach, shortly before noon, everything is thrown in the house. We immediately head for the sliding glass doors, which leads us to sand. After stepping foot on the covered back porch, and then on to the deck that is huge, it feels like we are free. It’s a hot ass day but we don’t care, we all have coolers in hand, full of our favorite beverages. It also means there will be teeny tiny bikinis on the beach today, and it just so happens we are right. The triangles they wear to cover up their important parts seem like they are getting smaller. Fuck yeah, they do and it’s totally okay with me.
The first day is over, boogie boarding is a blast. We make total jackasses out of ourselves, on several different occasions today, but who the hell cares? That’s what we are supposed to do this weekend.
We scope out several hotties to invite over tonight, as well as a few cool dudes from the beach. Yep, today is a good day! We plan a bonfire on the beach; we are going to throw some food on the grill then drink until our hearts are content. Standing in the kitchen, the shots are lined up. Fireball is going to burn, but it’s worth the pain. The toast is made loud and clear by yours truly. I thank the guys for a great four years and for some of the best memories. I shout it as I raised my shot glass to each of them, and Fireball does just what it promises to do . . . burn all the way down.
I meet up with a smoking hot strawberry blonde tonight. I intend, with everything I have, to find out if she was born a true strawberry blonde. Her hair drapes down her back about midway. She is tiny . . . a lot like . . . nope, I’m not going there tonight. The thought of her, meaning Ansley, has fucked up my night on several occasions, but not tonight, I can promise you that.
Sun Daze by Florida Georgia Line comes over the speakers. I spot little Miss Strawberry across the room and beeline it for her. I want my hands full of her ass. We start dancing together on the back deck, with a bunch of other people. The fire is flying high and the drinks are going down quite easy. Each one of my roommates has their bodies against someone as well.
I walk to one of the back bedrooms with this little chick in tow. I look back to see her biting her lip, while looking sexy as hell. I can’t wait to remove each item of clothing from her body, nice and slow. Then I intend to wrap her body around mine.
She isn’t shy; when we walk in, she shuts the door. I turn to find her untying her bikini top, one string at a time. I start backing up toward the bed as I watch her every move. Creeping forward, she moves to stand in front of me. Reaching forward, she pushes me until the back of my knees hit the side of the bed. Then with one more shove, I am lying back on my elbows in the bed, as she starts to pull that last string from around her neck. My board shorts that I’m wearing are starting to feel a bit tighter. I need to rectify this problem immediately. I start to pull the black tie on my shorts as she pulls one of the side strings attached to her bottoms. Even though I’m enjoying this little striptease show she is giving, I push off the bed, reaching forward, placing my hands low on her hips. Walking her backward until she is pressed up tightly to the wall, I pull on the last string holding her bottoms on. She sucks in a breath as I bring my mouth to the side of her neck.
When I wake the next morning and look around the room, I’m alone . . . What the hell? I know I went to bed in here with my strawberry treat . . . Where is she? I walk into the kitchen and one of my roommates is already cleaning up. I am informed by him that she left about an hour ago with his girl. Well, I guess I didn’t have to worry about goodbye . . . did I?