Very sexy, babe," Sierra says, eyeing Doug's Speedo.
Doug is walking like a penguin, waddling while trying to get comfortable. "I swear to God I'm taking these off as soon as I get in the hot tub. They're choking my balls."
"TMI," Brittany chimes in, covering her ears with her palms. She's wearing a yellow bikini, leaving very little to the imagination. Does she realize she looks like a sunflower, ready to rain sunshine on all who look down upon her?
Doug and Sierra climb into the tub.
I hop into the tub and sit beside Brittany. I've never been in a hot tub before, and am not sure about hot-tub protocol. Are we going to sit here and talk, or do we break off into couples and make out? I like the second option, but Brittany looks nervous.
Especially when Doug tosses his Speedo out of the tub.
I wince. "Come on, man."
"What? I want to be able to have kids one day, Fuentes. That thing was cutting off my circulation."
Brittany hops out of the tub and pulls a towel around her. "Let's go inside, Alex."
"You guys can stay in here," Sierra says. "I'll make him put the marble bag back on."
"Forget it. You two enjoy the tub. We'll be inside," Brittany says.
When I'm out of the tub, Brittany hands me an extra towel.
I put my arm around her as we walk to the cabin. "You okay?"
"Absolutely. I was thinking were upset."
"I'm cool. But…" Inside, I pick up a blown-glass figurine and study it. "Seein' this house, this life…I want to be here with you, but I look around and realize this will never be me."
"You're thinking too much." She kneels on the carpet and pats the floor. "Come here and lie on your stomach. I know how to give Swedish massages. It'll relax you."
"You're not Swedish," I say.
"Yeah, well, neither are you. So if I do it wrong you'll never know the difference."
I lie next to her. "I thought we were gonna take this relationship slow."
"A back rub is harmless."
My eyes roam over her kick-ass bikini-covered bod. "I'll have you know I've been intimate with girls wearin' a lot more."
She slaps me on the butt. "Behave yourself.
Doug is walking like a penguin, waddling while trying to get comfortable. "I swear to God I'm taking these off as soon as I get in the hot tub. They're choking my balls."
"TMI," Brittany chimes in, covering her ears with her palms. She's wearing a yellow bikini, leaving very little to the imagination. Does she realize she looks like a sunflower, ready to rain sunshine on all who look down upon her?
Doug and Sierra climb into the tub.
I hop into the tub and sit beside Brittany. I've never been in a hot tub before, and am not sure about hot-tub protocol. Are we going to sit here and talk, or do we break off into couples and make out? I like the second option, but Brittany looks nervous.
Especially when Doug tosses his Speedo out of the tub.
I wince. "Come on, man."
"What? I want to be able to have kids one day, Fuentes. That thing was cutting off my circulation."
Brittany hops out of the tub and pulls a towel around her. "Let's go inside, Alex."
"You guys can stay in here," Sierra says. "I'll make him put the marble bag back on."
"Forget it. You two enjoy the tub. We'll be inside," Brittany says.
When I'm out of the tub, Brittany hands me an extra towel.
I put my arm around her as we walk to the cabin. "You okay?"
"Absolutely. I was thinking were upset."
"I'm cool. But…" Inside, I pick up a blown-glass figurine and study it. "Seein' this house, this life…I want to be here with you, but I look around and realize this will never be me."
"You're thinking too much." She kneels on the carpet and pats the floor. "Come here and lie on your stomach. I know how to give Swedish massages. It'll relax you."
"You're not Swedish," I say.
"Yeah, well, neither are you. So if I do it wrong you'll never know the difference."
I lie next to her. "I thought we were gonna take this relationship slow."
"A back rub is harmless."
My eyes roam over her kick-ass bikini-covered bod. "I'll have you know I've been intimate with girls wearin' a lot more."
She slaps me on the butt. "Behave yourself.
( Simone Elkeles )
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