“Everything that’s important.” I stand, brushing the sand off my butt. “Let’s go back. I’m getting cold.” A lie though the wind is strong this morning so Sydney might believe me.
“Whatever.” She stands as well. “It’s cool if you don’t want to tell me everything. I get it. He’s my brother. I don’t want to know everything either.”
“Right. Um, thanks Syd.” I smile at her. “For letting me vent.”
“No problem. Let’s try and meet every morning, you know? It’s good for us.” She starts walking, already far ahead of me and I trot after her to keep up.
“Only if you promise to slow down and take my non-exercising ass into consideration,” I call after her.
Sydney laughs and I can’t help but smile in return.
Even though I mean every word I say.
I’m at some shitty country club dinner with my parents. The same place we went a few nights ago when I met that girl. The one Mom tried to match me up with. Audrey is her name. Young, pretty, blonde Audrey, who smiled and laughed at all my jokes while batting her false eyelashes at me. Who tried to grab my thigh not just once but twice and I wondered at one point if she was really going for a dick grab.
I immediately put her out of my mind because of Lucy. I wasn’t interested in Audrey. I wanted Lucy. But now that I know about her virginity status and I rejected her offer of a summer fling sans intercourse, I can’t focus on Lucy any longer. She’s off limits. Not for me. I need to find someone else.
Like Audrey.
The entire night we flirt. We joke. We drink. Heavily.
We’re drunk.
She hangs all over me and my parents don’t even care. They’re in their own little world and besides, I’m with a girl that has earned their seal of approval. I could probably pop her tit out and show it off to them like a prize and they’d clap their hands and say, “good choice, son.”
Yeah. I’m super drunk if I’m contemplating popping her tits out. Audrey giggles a lot. And her giggle isn’t cute. I think of the cute way Lucy giggled right after she confessed that she was a virgin.
A fucking virgin.
Wait scratch that. Virgins don’t fuck. That’s why they’re virgins. I can’t be responsible for that. Lucy’s a good girl. She’s saving herself for the right guy and I am so not it. I’m the asshole who hooks up with rich girls with fake tits, nose and eyelashes. Like Audrey.
“Let’s go outside,” Audrey whispers in my ear, her hand going directly for—yep, you got it—my dick. It responds because after all, it’s my dick and it likes to be touched, especially by girls. She smiles, her glossy lips stretching wide and she looks awfully pleased with herself. “I might let you fuck me out by the pool. No one will notice us.”
Well, she doesn’t mince words, does she? I stand, as does she, and we make our way through the dining area of the country club toward the doors that lead outside to the pool area.
Our parents don’t even notice, they’re too immersed in their conversations. And Sydney is nowhere to be found. I don’t know where she’s taken off to but the lucky little witch didn’t even have to go to dinner with us tonight. Something about her making a new friend and she was going out to dinner with her.
Whatever. I don’t care what Sydney’s doing. All I care about is this handsy blonde who keeps lunging for my dick. We’re barely outside, there are still people lingering around on the patio, most of them clustered in a circle smoking. Audrey catches my hand and leads me toward the fenced in pool, pushing open the gate with ease, flashing me a smile over her shoulder as she pulls me over to one of the lounge chairs and pushes me down on it.
I sprawl across the damn thing, my head spinning, my arms out wide. She lunges for me, collapsing on top of me in a weightless heap, her mouth finding mine, her kiss sloppy, her hand again on my dick, gripping it firmly as she squirms all over me.
Yeah. I’m so not feeling this.
Grasping hold of her bony shoulders, I lift her away from me. She opens her eyes and glares, her mouth hanging open in this way that tells me she’s pissed off. “What are you doing?” She’s slurring her words already.
“You’re too drunk.” I smile, softening the blow. I don’t want her to feel insulted. “I’m too drunk. I don’t think this is a good idea.”
“Aww.” She makes a pouty face that I bet she thinks is adorable. It’s not. “Are you watching out for my feelings? Not wanting to take advantage of the drunk girl?”
“Well, yeah.” She makes it sound like a bad thing. “I want us both into it, not so drunk we don’t know what we’re doing.”
Audrey leans in close, her mouth directly above mine, her hand going for my cock. Again. She’s so damn grabby the thing is starting to wilt. “I know exactly what I’m doing. I’ve wanted to fuck you since I first laid eyes on you, Gabriel Walker. So let’s do this.”
I’m stunned by her little speech. And by the disappearance of that drunk waver in her voice. She’s been playing me. She’s not that drunk. She knows exactly what she’s doing.
And what she wants to be doing is me.
When I don’t say anything she flashes me a smug smile and starts sliding down the length of my body, her fingers going for the waistband of my shorts. “Now, let’s get this party started by getting your cock in my mouth.”
Whoa. She’s unbelievable, this girl. I read her completely wrong. “Maybe not right now…”