Only One Forever (Only One 8)

When I look at myself in the mirror, all I can do is groan. My tube top is spun around and the seam is in the middle of my chest. I tie up my hair and turn on the water to wash my face and rinse out my mouth. When I walk into the bedroom, I grab a pair of jean shorts and a black bikini top. Throwing a white oversized shirt over it, I slip my feet into my slides. I grab my sunglasses, knowing that the sun is not going to be my friend today. Walking out of my room, I come to a halt when I see Dylan lying on the couch with his eyes closed. One of his hands is over his head and another is on his stomach as he sleeps. I try to tiptoe out of the room and not wake him, but he hears me.

“What time is it?” he asks. I look over, and he stretches and my eyes go to the middle of his shorts. I’m thankful that I put on my sunglasses.

“I’m going to head out and grab something to eat,” I say. “You sleep.”

“Nah.” He gets up and walks over to me, and he still has sleep in his eyes. “I’m starving.”

He grabs a T-shirt from the counter, and we walk out into the hot air. We get in the golf cart and arrive at the eating area.

I hear the whistles again. “Those fucking things,” I hear from the side of me and look over to see Julia and Jillian walking. Both of them pretty much look like I do.

“Oh, look, it’s the Three Stooges,” Michael says, parking the golf cart next to ours.

I flip him off, getting out of the cart, and then walk to a table and sit down. The waitress comes over right away. “Can I have a plate of bacon and sausage? Some hash browns and scrambled eggs.”

“Make that for two,” Julia says, sitting down as she nods at us.

“Can I get a cheeseburger with bacon?” Jillian says.

“I’ll have one of those also and some chicken tenders,” I say, and everyone just looks at me. “I’m going to do a buffet.”

“I’ll eat the rest of the food they don’t,” Dylan says, and she looks at Michael, who also orders a burger. She walks away from us.

“How about we get some cum in our panties?” Michael says, rolling his lips. “Or some wet pussies?” I groan at the same time as Julia, and I lay my head back on the chair.

“How about we try no sex for a month?” Jillian retorts, making him laugh. “That’s what I thought.”

“How much did we drink?” I ask them, trying to remember last night, and it starts to get fuzzy after the fourth shot.

“Well, these two.” Michael points at Julia and Jillian. “Decided it would be a good idea to do tequila once we got back to the house.”

“Yuck,” Jillian says. “Also, you didn’t care when I did that dance for you.”

“Dance for me?” he says, shocked. “You fell asleep in my lap.”

The whole table laughs, and when the waitress comes back with the food, I eat even less than I thought I was going to eat. My stomach is rising and falling each time I take a bite, but I push through and eat as much as I can.

“I’m going to go and see the kids,” Jillian says.

“Just follow the whistles,” I direct. Getting into the golf cart, we make our way over to the beach. The kids are all running around, and when Cooper and Erika see us walking, they laugh.

“Usually, it’s him with the glasses,” Cooper says, pointing at Dylan. The whistles start again, and it feels as if my ears are going to bleed.

“I’m going to go for a walk,” I say, looking at Emma and Mia chasing each other with the whistle in their mouth. Slipping off my slides, I start to walk.

“I’ll come with,” Dylan says, and I want to tell him that I don’t want him to come with me. I want to tell him to stay there and let me clear my head. But instead, I just nod as we walk side by side down the beach. “This has been nice,” he says, and my eyes just look down as his fingers graze mine. When my stomach flutters, I blame the alcohol instead of something else. The warm water washes over our feet when I look into the water.

We get to the end of the beach, and I look down to see the waves hitting the rocks. “Want to go sit on the rocks?” he asks, and when I nod, he holds out his hand to me. I slip my hand into his, and the whole time my heart is hammering in my chest. He climbs up on the rocks before me as he leads us to the middle. I turn to sit down, and he walks over to look at the water. “Look, a starfish,” he says, and I get up, walking to him. The waves hit the rocks, splashing us.