Afterward we lounged on a double reclining chair in the dark. We’re wrapped in hotel towels enjoying the quiet of the closed pool.
“Do you think they’ll miss us?”
I chuckled.
“Miss us or have a new reason to taunt us, I’m not sure.” I tucked her in under my arm securing a dry towel around her.
“I guess either isn’t so bad. You’re friends are pretty cool.”
“Hey, I think my girlfriend is pretty cool.”
A commotion from the entrance followed familiar voices. We sat up knowing our hiding spot has been found.
“Dude there better not be any extra charges on my card for this, Damien.” Chase slammed the door.
Lia and I glanced at each other snickering in the dark.
Damien said exasperated, “Don’t be such a stick in the mud, Chase.”
“No cigars, no smoking in the room, no extra missing towels, or ransacked mini-bars.”
“You live to suck the fun out of everything.” Damien grumbled.
“I mean it Damien. I’ll be a fun killer if I have to. I am not paying for broken shit and tigers on parade.” I didn’t feel like the quiet the grumpy old man listening to Chase’s tirade.
Damien grunt. “Oh come on, it’s Hunter’s bachelor party. Don’t act like sex isn’t going to happen somewhere, somehow for somebody.”
“Look you can jizz on shit, they don’t charge for that, but there’s a two-fifty charge for smoking, ok?” Chase looked close to tapping his foot on the floor before he started in with his hulk smash routine.
“Yeah, alright Doc. Gotcha. Jizzfest is cool, smoking is not.”
The door banged and they both leave arguing in the hallway loudly. I hoped they didn’t have another fight. I hated having to break them up, but I wasn’t about to let them ruin Hunter’s bachelor party or upset the bride to be. Lia guffawed and the sound was infectious making me join her hysterics.
“And they say I’m the baby in the group. Oh my god!” She nearly rolled off the lounger enjoying the Damien and Chase show.
“I know, right?” We laughed together until I turned her over and started kissing her all over again. There’s nothing baby like about Amelia from her curvy body to her witty mouth. My girlfriend just schooled the grown-ups. I couldn’t wait to get her home and have my way with her in my bed behind closed doors.
22
Whit
“Amelia, what the hell is going on?” I looked around to see the apartment in disarray. Two boxes of pizza were on the coffee table along with margarita glasses and mix spilled on the floor in gooey spots that smelled like cheap tequila. We’d been home from Vegas for two weeks and I had yet to have her in my bed. Lia had exams and a paper to make up and I was working double duty in the park. Life seemed to be on course for keeping us apart despite my wants.
“We’re demystifying the apartment!” Lia glanced over at her roommate who seemed to be counting the couch threads while lying on the floor. Both girls were wearing tank tops and underwear. The window was open and it was freezing in here. Where the hell was a pair of shorts or sweatpants when you needed them? The site alone screwed with my head and my cock wanted to come out and inspect the fun he was missing. I adjusted my jeans discretely and sniffed the air smelling a curious odor I knew from working in the parks. A bowl on the table held a burning wad of–shit was that pot?
Anger simmered while my eyes darted between the hard nipples you couldn’t miss if you tried.
“Are you smoking pot?” Storming to the table both girls developed lightening reflexes in seconds blocking me better than a wide receiver from the football team. Both of them dissolved into a fit of giggles sinking to the floor clutching my legs like spider-monkeys. I looked heavenward for patience.
‘Don’t touch the sage!” Lia cried followed by Dinah mumbling some gibberish about ducks eating Doritos. As Damien would say, women be weird.
“Are you high?” I asked a direct question not sure what kind of answer I was going to get from either of them with their glazed eyes and sweated hair glued to their necks.
Lia cackled a horrific sound falling into my arms hanging off of me smelling like she was high. Definitely high. I asked the question again softer this time hoping for a different answer, “Amelia Rae, are you high, honey?” I would have held her back to check out her pupils for dilation, but she hung on my shoulders like a monkey.
She sighed and snuggled against me like I was a soft pillow bracing her fall. “I’m high on you, baby.”
My anger took over not wanting to believe this shit, not wanting to have to acknowledge some fundamental differences here, right here in the room right now such as age and life priorities when I felt too much for this girl.