The family drama that goes on between Beth and her family members is always comical to me. I’ve could never relate to what I refer to as her “rich girl problems.” It’s all so important to her, so I try my best to take it seriously, but it’s difficult when the disputes are so trivial.
“I’m sure she’s just worried about you, Beth,” I assure her, chopping the tomatoes before tossing them into the glass bowl, on top of the lettuce she’s piled up.
“It’s just annoying. You know how overbearing she can be,” she says. And she’s right. Beth’s mom once filed a missing person’s report when she didn’t text her back for two days. I found the entire interaction hilarious when the police showed up to our college dorm room, but Beth was mortified and didn’t speak to her mom for a week.
“You only get one mom,” is always my way of ending the debate, because my mom died when I was young, and I’d give anything to have her worry about me.
“I know.”
Sulking, Beth pours two glasses of wine, her mouth twisted as if she has more to say, but knows it’s best to bite her tongue. Although we’re the same age, Beth is years behind me in maturity after leading such a sheltered life. Times like this, the difference seems more obvious than others.
“Anyways! Tell me more about the hot guy from the cruise. What was his name?” She hands me a glass of wine with a mischievous grin on her face.
“Adam,” I smirk, remembering her last update on my night was much less than the whole story.
“So? Did you find him again?”
Call me dramatic, but I don’t answer her immediately, forcing a long pause as she waits on edge for the details. Mixing the ingredients for vinaigrette, I glance up to see her eyes glistening with anticipation.
“Maggie!” she exclaims, and I yelp with laughter.
“Beth, you’ll never believe this.” Shaking my head, I realize how embarrassing this is to share for the first time.
Beth is my best friend, but how will she take me being so promiscuous? I don’t want her to judge me, or think of me as a skank, but we’ve never kept secrets from each other. Plus, I feel like I’ll explode if I don’t tell someone about my sexcapade.
“There was like this turbulence,” I finally continue, only to be interrupted by Beth.
“There’s turbulence on a cruise ship?”
“Yeah. It wasn’t bad, but everyone went out into the hall, so I went, too. Adam happened to be walking down the hallway and just wrapped his arm around me, so I followed him to his room. I didn’t even have shoes on.”
A smile spreads across my face as I remember the detail, which is so small it could go unnoticed, but to me it’s so telling. Our night was so sexy because it was spontaneous. If given the option in advance, I would have never agreed to anything that happened between us. It was so far out of my comfort zone, I still had a hard time convincing myself it really happened.
“We get to his room, and this hot blond guy is there—and I mean hot. Bright blue eyes, chiseled jaw, big muscles, the whole nine.” I stress how attractive Liam was, because the hue of his eyes is still engrained in my memory, matching the view of the Caribbean Sea. He was model gorgeous, and Beth sits up in her seat as I continue describing his sexy features.
“You needed your wing-woman!” she squeals, and I can’t argue. If Beth had been with me, she would have undoubtedly been linked to Liam, while I stuck with only Adam.
The thought of missing out on Liam’s mouth and his long thick cock brings on an awful feeling of longing. While they were both sexy and magical in the bed, Liam was hands-down my favorite.
Adam was more sensual, where Liam was rough and demanding. He pulled my hair like we were fighting, and slammed his length and balls deep with every stroke. I can’t even brush my teeth without thinking of his hips pumping hard cock to the back of my throat all the way to my tonsils, his hands holding my head while he fucked my throat. My pussy clenches just thinking of it.
“You would’ve loved Liam. He was really sexy, and they were both cool. They just launched an app and were out celebrating some new investors or something.” I fade off, reaching for the green onions.
The only part of my memory that’s fuzzy is everything that preceded Liam licking my pussy. From there, each moment is vivid, but no matter how hard I rack my brain, the details of their business elude me.
“So, they’re rich, too?” Of course, Beth would care about that, but it never even crossed my mind.
“At some point, I told them I worked at the cookie shop, and Adam says something about me tasting so sweet.” My eyes go wide when Beth gasps, her hand flying to her mouth.
“Right there in front of Liam?”
“Yes! And then Liam is all like, ‘oh I want a taste’.” I can barely contain my giggles, trying to mask my embarrassment.
“Maggie! You did not!”
Nodding boldly, I answer the question she hasn’t even asked.
“I had just gotten out of the shower after the turbulence, so I wasn’t even wearing panties.” My head shakes from side to side again.