Page 8 of Charming
I feel a small twinge of sadness when I overhear the cute couple clearly in love checking into their room before us say they are here on their honeymoon. Knowing I’m supposed to be here on mine as well makes my eyes sting with unshed tears. I sniff and clear my throat hoping the action brushes the impulse away. As if she knows my thoughts, Katie catches my eye and smiles widely. The wonder and excitement of the few days we have together clear on her face. I can’t help but smile back, feeling thankful for the distraction. Looking forward to spending some time in an amazing place with my favorite person, makes the sadness fade away.
As soon as we get to our room we make a joke about the huge king size bed. Unfortunately, they were unable to switch us to a double, but it’s okay, the bed is massive and we will easily be swallowed up into it with plenty of room on either side of us. I still tease Katie that I’d like to be the small spoon and she the big one.
After we finish checking out the room, oohing and aahing at our ocean view, the towels folded into perfect fish, the plush robes in our closet and the multitude of toiletries available for our use, we immediately dig our swimsuits out of our luggage. Not even taking time to unpack anything else, we excitedly change, grab magazines, our kindles and sunblock, and get our booties to the pool.
A couple hours later, I’m lounging next to Katie, sucking down my third, or maybe it’s my fourth, margarita. Happily feeling the buzz of alcohol, especially since I’m drinking on an empty stomach, we are enjoying the view. The pool sits at ocean level and the only thing that separates us from the beach is plexiglas that has been perfectly placed at the outer edge. It helps mute the sound of the wind and ocean, and likely would protect the pool from any gusts of dust if the wind would pick up, but does nothing to obstruct the gorgeous view.
Our resort is adult’s only, so the pool while hopping, doesn’t include excited screaming children running around. Waiters and waitresses constantly move around chairs either taking food and drink orders or delivering orders to guests. Katie and I just ordered fish tacos– because yum.
“It’s like a Mariah Carey video,” Katie says at my side. She’s on her tummy, feet kicking in the air behind her, rocking her fuchsia and orange bikini. Her shades are on the top of her head and she’s looking out toward the ocean.
“What is?” I ask, adjusting the top of my royal blue and white bikini wondering if I should put on more sunblock.
“Those beds on the ocean.”
“Oh, they are so romantic,” I sigh happily looking out to the cabanas she’s referring to. There are four of them and they are large four-poster beds literally sitting on the beach halfway between the pool and the ocean. They are gorgeous. Dressed with white linens and teal and tan pillows, they are adorned with gauzy white drapes that can be pulled – along with the darker shade- for privacy. The drapes billow in the wind creating a pretty picture and longing fills my stomach making it burn. “I bet Jeremy and I would have rented one of them.”
“No you wouldn’t have because you were never going to go on a honeymoon with Jeremy,” Katie states her sunglasses lowered on her nose so she can glare at me.
“True. I just can’t help but think about it I guess.” Looking toward the beds again, I let out another sigh. “I just can’t help but think about sex while looking at those things. Hot, clawing the sheets, sweaty, screaming orgasms kind of sex.”
Katie laughs, “You mean the kind of sex youdidn’thave with Jeremy?”
I gasp, “Hey!” I tell her a little miffed she would use what I’ve told her against me at the moment.
“Just sayin’. You know it’s true.”
“Too true.” The admission makes me think of something and I cringe knowing exactly what Katie will say when I confess. “Katie,” I whisper, “I need to tell you something,” I swear that sounded like I slurred it.
“What?” she says too loudly back.
“Shh!” I tell her, flailing my hand in a shut up gesture.
“Why are we having to ‘shh’?” she asks eyes wide repeating the same flailing gesture I just made.
“Because I need to tell you something personal.”
“Okay,” she whispers back hesitantly, and I laugh when she blindly uses her lips to find her straw and keeps missing. “Shut up,” she says with a roll of her eyes knowing I’m making fun of her.
“I almost…” I pause reconsidering this topic of conversation.
“Almost what?”
“I almost gave up my butt for Jeremy.”
Katie immediately lets out a shriek and sits up straight almost spilling her drink. Her sunglasses fall from the top of her head into her lap and she looks at me with her jaw wide open, “No!” she gasps in horror.
“Yes,” I nod solemnly.
“No!” she repeats herself.
“Yes!” I nod again emphatically and take some large swallows of my margarita as if it will drown the shame.
“Why?” She asks, “Why would you do that? I just don’t understand! We’ve talked about this. We should make a no butt sex pact or something. I think it’s another commandment. Best friends shall not let each other succumb to butt sex.”
“You have a commandment for everything.”
“For good reason! Look what you almost did! Again I ask you, why?”
