“Yeah.” I shrug, feeling stupid. Disappointed. That had been fun, knowing he was watching me. Putting on the show. I liked having rich boy’s eyes on me. More than that, I liked having rich boy’s hands and lips on me too. “It’s best that nothing really happened.”
“Totally.” Sydney reaches over and rests her hand over mine briefly. I flick my gaze up to hers, smiling at her. It’s nice, having a friend. She’s a few years younger but I like her. She’s nice. Funny. Her only fault is how effortless she makes all this running around look. Yeah, I sort of hate her for that but…
I can forgive her.
“So what you said earlier.” Sydney releases my hand. “You mentioned being rejected. Are you saying that my brother is the one who rejected you?”
I nod, not wanting to speak. Afraid I might sound all choked up or something stupid like that. I need to get over myself. Need to get over the fact that he seemed so in to me then turned around and let me sink like a stone. I haven’t seen him since. It’s been two days since that fateful night and I haven’t even so much as caught a glimpse of him outside or anything.
It’s weird. And eerie. Where could he be? Hiding from me? Why should he care?
“What happened?” I open my mouth to speak but she waves her hands, like she’s warding me off. “Never mind. I don’t want to know. Too many details will freak me out.”
“There’s no naughty details, trust me.” I give her a brief rundown, omitting a lot of it. Like the making out and groping details, along with the I’m-a-virgin admission. Which means I told her what happened in about one minute’s time.
“And then he just walked out? Are you sure you’re telling me everything?”
“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.