“Why are you all jacked up?”
“Just waiting for a friend to show up,” I say as I pace in front of the window. Everybody is out back at Scribe’s place, and Lucias and I are inside. He came in here a few minutes ago to check on me, and he won’t leave. I got a text from Julie twenty minutes ago saying she was on her way, but so far there’s no sign of her. I don’t know how far away she lives, so I’m trying not to worry about something happening to her.
“The only friends you have are here. Who is she?”
I look over at Lucias and see him take a drink of his beer. I could really use one, but I’m trying to hold off. I don’t want to smell like alcohol when Julie gets here. “Just some chick I met at the store. I invited her to the party. I think she’s bringing a friend.”
“Nice,” he says, and plops down on the loveseat.
After a torturous wait, I see a car pull up, and I see the driver has curly blonde hair. My heart starts beating out of my chest with excitement, and I go the front door and pull it wide open. I feel Lucias walk up behind me as I head out the door, and I hear him mumble something about “playing it cool.” I can’t be bothered to pretend. I’ve got a few short weeks to go, and this girl is something special. I don’t know why, or how, or what it is, but I aim to find out.
She steps out of her blue Civic, and her friend gets out of the passenger seat. We texted briefly after I sent her directions, and she asked if she could bring someone with her. I assumed it was for safety because she was meeting a strange guy at a strange place, so I couldn’t fault her for it. Plus I was going to do whatever it took to get her to show up. I wouldn’t have cared if she had to bring her whole goddamn family.
“What’s up, shortcake,” I say as I stride over and help her grab her bag out of the trunk. She looks so fucking hot that I’m trying to think of baseball stats to keep from pitching a tent in my swim trunks. I left my shirt off so she could get a good look at me, but now I’m wishing for some extra coverage in the crotch area. Julie is wearing a bathing suit cover up, but it’s white and see-through, and her neon pink bikini underneath is shouting at me. Those tits can’t possibly be suspended by that tiny string, and I’m praying to the textile gods that the thread doesn’t hold up. I need to see her nipples or I’ll die an unfulfilled man.
I hear a throat clear, and I realize I’ve been staring at her while Lucias has been talking. I look at Julie’s face and she blushes a little. Even her blush is sexy as fuck.
“This is my friend, Sierra.” Julie motions towards her friend.
“Nice to meet you,” I say, reaching out and shaking her hand. She’s a good-looking girl. She’s got short curly hair and bright green eyes. She’s got on cut-off jean shorts and a bikini top so the tattooed sleeves of her arms show. She reaches over and takes my hand firmly, giving me a chin nod as a hello. She then turns to Lucias, unabashedly looking him up and down.
“You’re cute. Show me around this place.”
Lucias laughs a little and takes her into the house.
I look back over to Julie, and we stand there silently for a second. I can see her eyeing me up and down, and I can tell from the look on her face she likes what she sees.
I reach out and take her hand, leading her into the house. “Thanks for coming.”
“Not like you gave me much of a choice.”
“It got you here so I’m making no apologies.”
Once inside, I show her around the house, and then take her out back to see the pool. Scribe has a sweet set-up out here with a huge pool and lots of space for entertaining. Once I give her the general introductions, I grab us a couple of beers and head to the other side of the pool. It’s a bit quieter and out of the way, and we sit on two lounge chairs so we can talk. Yeah, fucking talk. I don't know what it is about this chick but I want to know everything about her, and I know my time is limited.
I watch as she stands up and takes off her cover up, revealing her body, barely hidden by her tiny bathing suit.
“Fuck me,” I whisper, or so I thought. I see the blush across her face, letting me know I wasn’t so subtle.
She sits down and looks at her beer. After a few seconds she looks around, and then lets out a breath as if she’s come to some decision.
“Look, you seem like a really nice guy and, God, are you gorgeous.” I start to interrupt with a joke, but she holds her hand up to stop me. “I’m only eighteen. So I can’t even drink this beer. I know you're on leave and I don't want to get you into trouble.”