“Oh, of course,” she says with a roll of her eyes.
Pinning her with a look, I say, “His shorts hang low on his waist to give off that I want sex vibe! Oh, and then look at the way he’s licking those delectable lips. He’s working it. He’s basically a walking billboard for sex, flashing, begging bitches to come get a taste.”
Looking from the guy to Mandie, I find that she is looking at me like I’m insane, and then she gives truth to my suspicious. “You’re insane.”
I laugh as I nod. “I speak the truth. He’s a poster boy for an NHL rookie player. He’s ten seconds from doing a keg stand and then taking some girl behind the building for a blow job.”
“Your view on men is sorta scary,” she comments and I shrug.
“I am around guys like him every day. I have no problem seeing them for what they are.”
She shakes her head. “Jason isn’t like that.”
“He was, before you.”
She shrugs and sends me a sneaky grin. “See, they change. Maybe you can get a piece.”
“No, I don’t have time to wait for the change; I have plans.”
“Plans that are taking over your life. You need to let loose a bit, Baylor. That’s why we’re here, you know. To let loose, relax, and have fun. Sex is relaxing, and I bet sex with him would be very fun.”
I don’t know why I am glaring at her, but I find myself doing that before she starts laughing at me. “Whoa now, killer, don’t tackle me.”
I scoff. “I just don’t understand why girls nowadays are all about sex. Why can’t we focus on something else?”
“Like what? Baking? It’s not 1950—it’s a new generation. We like sex, like men, and we shouldn’t have to feel bad for it or be called names.”
“Says the person who just called her sister a whore.”
Deadpan, she says, “Because she is.”
I laugh. “Fine, whatever. I’m not sleeping with that dude.”
“Because you’re dumb and selfish. If that guy was looking at me like that, I would forget everything and open my legs so wide.”
I scoff. “You’re such a liar.”
“You’re right,” she says sheepishly. “But I’m trying to coax you into a night of naughty, nasty, fun sex with that guy.”
“Thanks, but no thanks.”
“I swear you’re gay,” she then says and I smile.
“I don’t like you,” I decide.
“Sure you do. You’re just mad I’m right.”
Rolling my eyes, I look back at the ocean, exhaling the breath I was holding. “Whatever.”
She giggles, and when I look up, I see that Delanie is coming toward us, sashaying a little too hard in my opinion. With a bright grin, she places her hands on her knees, I know to give smaller dude a great view of her ass while she tells us, “They are so fucking hot.”
“Duh,” Mandie says.
“What did you say to them?” I ask even though I don’t know why I care.
But I do.
Her face warms, and through her big shades, I see her eyes are glittering with excitement and lust. I haven’t seen her this hopped-up on a guy in a while. It’s sort of cute.
“Just the basics. You were right—they are all hockey players. The two younger ones play in Nashville somewhere…I was too busy checking out his abs. His name is Jace, the middle-size guy is his older brother, Jude. He just got drafted to the Kings and—”
“Like the LA Kings?” I say, interrupting her, and she grins.
“Yup, but he’s taken. About to propose to his girlfriend Callie, or Cathy? Something with a C.”
“Oh my God, were you even listening to the guy?” Mandie asks.
“I listened when he told me he wanted me to come to his party tonight at their condo! He invited us over early, just to hang before all their friends show up. They are gonna make steak and shit. I told them we’ll bring sides.”
“How did we get dragged into this?” I ask, and she waves me off.
“Because it’s perfect! Mandie and Jude are taken, so they can talk about future boring married life, while we try to hook up with Jace and… Shit, I think his name was Jamie? Jarred? It starts with a J.”
“I swear to God,” Mandie mutters, and I have to agree.
Delanie is a complete airhead. One-track mind on that one.
Looking past her, I see that Jace is watching her like I knew he would be. Jude is on his phone, but to my surprise, unknown J-name guy isn’t checking her out. He’s looking at me, and when he sees that I am looking at him, he grins.
Hmm.
Tearing my gaze from him, I say, “I don’t know.”
“What!” Delanie exclaims. “What is there not to know? Two hot guys, two hot girls, fucking hot monkey sex. It’s pretty cut-and-dried.”
“She says she isn’t getting laid this weekend,” Mandie volunteers.
“Oh my God! Please don’t be like that. Open the holy gates and let someone in,” she begs, and I roll my eyes.
“You are disgusting and sound like a fucking dude,” I spit at her, and she rolls her eyes this time.
“Get over it, and don’t ruin this for me! If you don’t want to have sex with him, cool, but at least be nice.”
“No problem,” I say with a shrug. “If I even go.”
“Oh, you’re going! I already said you were, and Jamie looked excited about it,” she says, and I let out a breath, hating her a bit more than usual.
“I don’t know, Del. How do we know they aren’t killers?”
“We don’t. Which is why I brought pepper spray, and I have extra, along with lots and lots of condoms.”
“I swear to—”
Before I can even finish, she says, “Shut up. You said we were going to have fun and get wild. Those guys are the ticket for that. Now shut your cakehole and get ready for a fun night!”
Knowing that I have no choice in the matter, I fall back into the sand and mutter, “Whatever.”
“Yay! Let’s go back and get ready!”
“Yay!” I mimic, receiving a very unhappy look from the both of them.
But, I’m so excited.
Can you tell?
I’m not a supergirlie girl.
Obviously, since I play one of the toughest sports. But I actually tried for Florida. Well, no, let me rephrase that, Delanie made me try for Florida. Looking in the mirror, I smile at my reflection and I decide I don’t hate her as much as I did when we first got back to the apartment we rented. I braided my hair to the left side, still leaving some tendrils for a sexy feel. I’m wearing more makeup than just my trusty red lipstick, which is very unlike me. I have a good complexion so I don’t gunk it up with a lot of makeup, but today I did. It actually looks good with the red that stains my lips.
Pinning her with a look, I say, “His shorts hang low on his waist to give off that I want sex vibe! Oh, and then look at the way he’s licking those delectable lips. He’s working it. He’s basically a walking billboard for sex, flashing, begging bitches to come get a taste.”
Looking from the guy to Mandie, I find that she is looking at me like I’m insane, and then she gives truth to my suspicious. “You’re insane.”
I laugh as I nod. “I speak the truth. He’s a poster boy for an NHL rookie player. He’s ten seconds from doing a keg stand and then taking some girl behind the building for a blow job.”
“Your view on men is sorta scary,” she comments and I shrug.
“I am around guys like him every day. I have no problem seeing them for what they are.”
She shakes her head. “Jason isn’t like that.”
“He was, before you.”
She shrugs and sends me a sneaky grin. “See, they change. Maybe you can get a piece.”
“No, I don’t have time to wait for the change; I have plans.”
“Plans that are taking over your life. You need to let loose a bit, Baylor. That’s why we’re here, you know. To let loose, relax, and have fun. Sex is relaxing, and I bet sex with him would be very fun.”
I don’t know why I am glaring at her, but I find myself doing that before she starts laughing at me. “Whoa now, killer, don’t tackle me.”
I scoff. “I just don’t understand why girls nowadays are all about sex. Why can’t we focus on something else?”
“Like what? Baking? It’s not 1950—it’s a new generation. We like sex, like men, and we shouldn’t have to feel bad for it or be called names.”
“Says the person who just called her sister a whore.”
Deadpan, she says, “Because she is.”
I laugh. “Fine, whatever. I’m not sleeping with that dude.”
“Because you’re dumb and selfish. If that guy was looking at me like that, I would forget everything and open my legs so wide.”
I scoff. “You’re such a liar.”
“You’re right,” she says sheepishly. “But I’m trying to coax you into a night of naughty, nasty, fun sex with that guy.”
“Thanks, but no thanks.”
“I swear you’re gay,” she then says and I smile.
“I don’t like you,” I decide.
“Sure you do. You’re just mad I’m right.”
Rolling my eyes, I look back at the ocean, exhaling the breath I was holding. “Whatever.”
She giggles, and when I look up, I see that Delanie is coming toward us, sashaying a little too hard in my opinion. With a bright grin, she places her hands on her knees, I know to give smaller dude a great view of her ass while she tells us, “They are so fucking hot.”
“Duh,” Mandie says.
“What did you say to them?” I ask even though I don’t know why I care.
But I do.
Her face warms, and through her big shades, I see her eyes are glittering with excitement and lust. I haven’t seen her this hopped-up on a guy in a while. It’s sort of cute.
“Just the basics. You were right—they are all hockey players. The two younger ones play in Nashville somewhere…I was too busy checking out his abs. His name is Jace, the middle-size guy is his older brother, Jude. He just got drafted to the Kings and—”
“Like the LA Kings?” I say, interrupting her, and she grins.
“Yup, but he’s taken. About to propose to his girlfriend Callie, or Cathy? Something with a C.”
“Oh my God, were you even listening to the guy?” Mandie asks.
“I listened when he told me he wanted me to come to his party tonight at their condo! He invited us over early, just to hang before all their friends show up. They are gonna make steak and shit. I told them we’ll bring sides.”
“How did we get dragged into this?” I ask, and she waves me off.
“Because it’s perfect! Mandie and Jude are taken, so they can talk about future boring married life, while we try to hook up with Jace and… Shit, I think his name was Jamie? Jarred? It starts with a J.”
“I swear to God,” Mandie mutters, and I have to agree.
Delanie is a complete airhead. One-track mind on that one.
Looking past her, I see that Jace is watching her like I knew he would be. Jude is on his phone, but to my surprise, unknown J-name guy isn’t checking her out. He’s looking at me, and when he sees that I am looking at him, he grins.
Hmm.
Tearing my gaze from him, I say, “I don’t know.”
“What!” Delanie exclaims. “What is there not to know? Two hot guys, two hot girls, fucking hot monkey sex. It’s pretty cut-and-dried.”
“She says she isn’t getting laid this weekend,” Mandie volunteers.
“Oh my God! Please don’t be like that. Open the holy gates and let someone in,” she begs, and I roll my eyes.
“You are disgusting and sound like a fucking dude,” I spit at her, and she rolls her eyes this time.
“Get over it, and don’t ruin this for me! If you don’t want to have sex with him, cool, but at least be nice.”
“No problem,” I say with a shrug. “If I even go.”
“Oh, you’re going! I already said you were, and Jamie looked excited about it,” she says, and I let out a breath, hating her a bit more than usual.
“I don’t know, Del. How do we know they aren’t killers?”
“We don’t. Which is why I brought pepper spray, and I have extra, along with lots and lots of condoms.”
“I swear to—”
Before I can even finish, she says, “Shut up. You said we were going to have fun and get wild. Those guys are the ticket for that. Now shut your cakehole and get ready for a fun night!”
Knowing that I have no choice in the matter, I fall back into the sand and mutter, “Whatever.”
“Yay! Let’s go back and get ready!”
“Yay!” I mimic, receiving a very unhappy look from the both of them.
But, I’m so excited.
Can you tell?
I’m not a supergirlie girl.
Obviously, since I play one of the toughest sports. But I actually tried for Florida. Well, no, let me rephrase that, Delanie made me try for Florida. Looking in the mirror, I smile at my reflection and I decide I don’t hate her as much as I did when we first got back to the apartment we rented. I braided my hair to the left side, still leaving some tendrils for a sexy feel. I’m wearing more makeup than just my trusty red lipstick, which is very unlike me. I have a good complexion so I don’t gunk it up with a lot of makeup, but today I did. It actually looks good with the red that stains my lips.
