I woke up in a sweat. Whatever I had been dreaming must've been good. As I pulled my pajama pants off and kicked them onto the floor, I glanced over at the clock. 2 a.m. Wow. What a vacation this was turning out to be. Here I was, young, single, and looking ten times better than last summer, staying in a hotel I could never afford, right on the beach, and I was in bed at 2 in the morning.
I lay back down, promising to myself that I'd stay out late tomorrow night, and pretending it was jet lag that made me so tired. I'll wear my new dress, and those sandals I bought last week, I thought. My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by noises from the room next door. I groaned. I was on vacation with my roommate, Jackie, her boyfriend, Greg, and his roommate, Travis. My room was in between Travis and the other two. I knew from experience that this meant for me a month of sleepless nights.
I put a pillow over my head as the marathon sex I'd become accustomed to during the two semesters we'd lived together began. Not that I'd deny the girl sex, I mean, she was lucky to be with Greg at all. I love her, but he's out of her league. She's rich, and petite, and quiet, and smart, and sort of cute, but really plain, while he's tall and blonde and smart and charming and president of like, every club in the book, and on the basketball team. Not to mention the boy's stamina is out of this world.
On that note, I decided to go outside and smoke a cigarette. Since it was the middle of the night, and I could see no people on the beach outside my window, I didn't bother putting back on my pajama pants, which left me in a tank top and panties. I pulled my hair up into a knot on top of my head, grabbed my Camels off the table and stepped out onto my tiny balcony.
"Shit," I said aloud, realizing that I'd forgotten my lighter. I turned to go back inside, only to find the sliding glass door locked.
"Shit!" I said again, slightly louder.
"What's the matter?" Travis' voice made me jump, and I dropped my cigarette. Bending down to get it, I cursed myself for being stuck out here with nothing on and only Travis to rescue me.
Travis and I had never gotten along.
As I stood back up, I caught him checking me out and against my better judgement, stretched, giving him a better view of the body I'd spent all winter working on. What am I doing? I thought. But I couldn't help myself. I hated him, but he was hot.
"I'm locked out," I answered finally, satisfied to see him drooling over me.
"Uh huh. Want to climb over to my balcony and go through my room?"
"Lot of good that would do me, with no room key," I answered, as I leaned forward (sexily of course) for him to light my cigarette.
"Hm. Guess you'll have to call the front desk."
"Yeah."
We smoked in silence for what seemed like ages.
"So what are you doing here? I thought you'd be out fucking a total stranger by now."
"Haven't seen anything I liked yet," (I took offense to that) "And there's stll time."
