He smiled at me. For a moment I thought he was going to pull me back into his bed. Instead, he jumped out on the other side. Last night hadn't been a dream—his muscular ass was as hot now as it had been the night before. I dropped the sheet, partly in surprise. Everything about his body screamed physical fitness.
Still, I didn't want to get too awestruck. He had seemed charming and intelligent last night, but that could have been the alcohol talking.
"I should probably get back to my place," I said. He looked at me like he was hurt for a moment, and I realized that he really wanted to take me surfing. "I have to get my bathing suit," I continued.
He relaxed and smiled. "Yeah, absolutely. I don't think my spare would fit on you too well." He fished out a pair of trunks out of an olive duffel bag and threw it on the bed.
"Plus, I'd have to go topless," I added with a laugh. "No way I'm wearing this bra in the water."
He looked me over again. "I wouldn't mind," he said, clearly doing another once-over on me.
I blushed and quickly pulled my clothes on from last night. They smelled like cigarette smoke, even though I didn't even remember anyone smoking near us the night before. Still, I had to get home somehow. Dean watched me the whole time. "I'll be back in half an hour," I said.
"I'll have breakfast ready for you." He gave me a charming smile.
I grinned at his thoughtfulness and walked out his bedroom door. In the front room, I clearly saw the purple and gold top still crumpled on the floor. I looked over and saw Jenny and Matt passed out on the couch together. Jenny was still on top of Matt and practically drooling on him. I thought about waking her up but then remembered how long it would take her to get ready, particularly if she were as hungover as I thought she'd be.
I whistled the whole way back to our little condo. I hadn't had sex in months, and the night before had been the best sex I had since... well, maybe ever. Even with the bruising on my hips and the mild hangover, I felt better than I had in a long time.
I entered the condo, expecting that Kim would be worried sick about the two of us. I came in and smelled eggs cooking immediately. Kim was in the kitchen in her comfy pajamas, humming as she cooked. When she turned around and saw me, she smiled. "Hey, there."
"Hey, yourself," I said.
"You hungry?" she asked.
"No... aren't you wondering where Jenny and I were last night?" I asked.
She shrugged. "Tony saw each of you leave."
I had forgotten all about Tony, and shrieked a little when a masculine voice came from behind me. "It's important to have situational awareness."
There, sitting at the table, was Redshirt, only he wasn't wearing the red shirt anymore. He was just wearing a pair of boxers, comfortable as he could be. Normally I would be pretty worried about such a good-looking guy practically naked at our table, but I had just walked out of a house with his two naked friends.
I giggled. "You startled me!"
He laughed back at me. "Did you girls have a good time?"
"Yes, I had a blast. In fact, I'm meeting Dean right now to go surfing," I said.
Tony looked past me at Kim. "Hey, do you want to go surfing?"
Kim blushed and looked down. "Actually, I was kind of hoping we could stick around here today. Together."
Tony shrugged his shoulders. "That sounds good to me. Let the guys know not to trash it too badly."
I smiled at him. "I thought you loved that place; why aren't you rushing back to it?"
Tony shrugged again. "They don't cook eggs for me there?"
I laughed and went upstairs. I ran a shower and stepped in to rinse off. Without even thinking about it, I wished that Dean was in there with me. I wanted his strong hands on me, touching me and washing me. I smiled to myself at such an intimate a thought.
After I was done, I found the bag with my swimsuits in it. For a moment, I agonized over which to wear, the one-piece or the two-piece. If I wore the two-piece, the top might fall off if I crashed into the water too hard. On the other hand, it was sexier than the one-piece.
You're only young once, I thought. I quickly put on the two-piece bathing suit, slipped a pair of short shorts and a t-shirt over it, and was on my way back to Dean.
Chapter 8
June 6th, 1990