One More Time

“Emma Deese? The cheerleading captain? I thought she married Brian.”

“Nope. They were engaged, but he was apparently cheating on her. Poor Emma. I bet she hasn’t rebounded yet.”

“And I bet you have just the words to comfort her,” I said.

“Oh, my tongue can do some serious talking,” he said.

“And who the hell is Lauren?” I asked.

“You don’t remember Lauren? That chick who was all over you freshman year?”

“The one with the coke bottle glasses?” I asked. “Have you gotten that desperate?”

“Desperate? You haven’t looked at the RSVP list have you?”

“Nope,” I said.

“Then how did you know Chanel was going to be there?”

“I didn’t, but thanks for confirming that little tidbit. That’s sure to make this trip a fucking blast.”

“Dick. Anyway, Lauren’s fucking hot now, a bit thin, but I can work with that. Long as I can suckle on those nipples of hers, I can make do with everything else.”

“You're a mess,” I said.

“And you should be one. You’re in the prime of your life. You’re a fucking SEAL. You’ve got muscles I wish I had, and you’ve got that brooding stare that makes women want to fix you. You’ll be drowning in pussy, if not from our high school class, then from the exotic women we’ll be meeting on this cruise, on these islands. Man, get your head in the game. It’s time to get your shit together.”

I chuckled and shook my head as the bartender brought us another round of drinks.

“Retired, SEAL.”

“In all realness, man, I’m glad you’re home for good. This only seeing you when you’re stateside shit was getting old,” Tommy said.

“You glad to have the dream team back together?” I asked.

“Yep. And I’m ready to take this dream team on this cruise. It’s gonna be amazing, even though you’re already trying to shit on it.”

“I’m not trying to do anything. I

’m just thinking.”

“Since when did you start thinking?” he asked.

“Since I realized I was an adult?”

“That’s bullshit. This cruise isn’t supposed to have us acting like adults, only indulging in adult whims.”

“Despite what you think, I am excited about it. Got my shit packed and everything,” I said.

“We riding separately, or we taking my car?”

“Why can’t we take my car?” I asked.

“Because you’re a shit driver. Remember what happened the last time?”

“What? You don’t like the way I drive my cars?”

“You drive them like they’re tanks. I’d like to live to see this cruise. I really wanna know what Emma’s pussy tastes like,” he said.