Summer's Fun (The Boys of Ocean Beach 2)

“How are Justin and the other boys?”

“I saw them last night. Everyone seems great—relieved summer vacation is here.”

“Listen, I wanted to talk to you about something.” Her voice lowers.

“Okay sure, what’s up?”

“I know you’re seeing Justin…and well, maybe not just him. I’m not sure what’s going on with all that, but I trust you to make the right decision. I also want to be able to trust you to be safe.”

“Safe…” Oh, my god.

The sex talk? Now? On the phone?

“Mom, I’m fine. And safe. I promise.”

“I know that in the moment, things can get heated—”

“Nope. No. Stop.”

“Summer, I will not. It’s my obligation as mother to make sure this is discussed.”

“You’ve said it. We’re good. I promise.”

The bell at the front chimes and

I say, “Oh look, a customer came in. Gotta run!”

“Summe—”

I hang up on her and brush my hair away from my face, flustered. I look to the front door and see two girls around my age, maybe a little younger, weave through the display tables and shelves of books. They’re wearing cute clothes, stylish rompers and flats.

“Let me know if I can help you,” I call, walking to the trash to throw away a half-eaten banana I find on a bookshelf. Gross.

“Is Anita here?” one of the girls asks.

“Oh, no, she had an appointment. She’ll be back in tomorrow, though.”

“Oh, bummer,” one girl says. She’s got flaming red, long hair. The other girl has dark hair cut in a bob with equally blunt bangs. She nods at the disappointment of missing Anita. They cruise around a bit more but I feel their eyes assessing me. I’m about to ask if they want to leave a message but they walk to the door and the red-head tosses out, “Bye,” and they go as quickly as they came.

The rest of the afternoon is the same and since we’re still in off-season hours I lock the front door at five, flipping over the sign and closing the curtain. A few minutes later I’m going over the closing list of instructions when I hear a small tap on the door. I walk over, prepared to tell the customer that we’re closed until morning, already not liking the feeling of doing that, when I push back the curtain and am graced with Justin’s handsome face. A different feeling blooms inside me at the sight of him.

His cheeks and nose are red from the first days of summer sun—his skin getting used to it again. He’s grown the sides of his brown hair out a little, but the front still sticks up, away from his forehead. I open the door and he slips in, giving me a quick kiss.

“Hi,” he says.

“I didn’t know you were coming.” I re-lock the door.

“I got off work early and wanted to see how your first day as a townie went.”

“Pretty good, I guess. Anita set up a toddler class that was a little crazy. Two girls came in, eyed me, and walked back out, and my mom called and gave me a weird, over-the-phone sex talk.”

His eyebrows rise. “Hmmm…did you tell her that ship had sailed?”

“I told her we were being safe.” The student center gave me a prescription for birth control pills and I took them religiously.

The truth, though, is that we hadn’t had sex in a long time. Distance and time made it hard, but now that we’re together again, just being around him made my body tingle all over. I touch his chest—the part over his heart where the marina logo is stitched.

“Do you have any plans tonight?” he asks; there’s a lightness to the question. It’s false. He wants the same thing I want.