I loved West Palm in April. The weather was perfect. It was reasons like this that I moved down here. The sun, the fun, the men. West Palm was not real life. At least not the real life I had previously known.
Courtney was spending a decent amount of time at my place since my roommate moved out. Currently we were polishing off a bottle of wine while sitting on the couch. I was wearing sweatpants and a tee shirt. Courtney was wearing shorts and a tee - without makeup or a bra. Her breasts always looked great while in a tee shirt. Her nipples sometimes playfully made an appearance against the fabric. I wondered how hers stayed so firmly and perky. Mine were great too - a full 36c - but I had noticed a slight sag to them recently. It really wasn't much to fret about. They were still great tits. I was always highly critical of myself though, especially my body.
I finished my glass of wine and decided to take a shower. It had been two days since I last showered and I was feeling dirty and oily. Courtney slept over sometimes and often slept in bed with me. The last thing I wanted to do was stink up the bed. It was nice having some company, someone to cuddle in bed with - even if the sexual tension was killing me. I still hadn't made a move with Court but I was attracted to her without a doubt.
I climbed in the shower and let the hot water soak the back of my head and neck. I heard the bathroom door open and through the shower curtain I could hear Courtney going to the bathroom.
"Kel! There's a condom in the trash can!" Courtney yelled with a laugh. She was so dramatic.
"Who the fuck still uses condoms?!?" she laughed, cracking herself up.
The condom was from a guy I met while working the prior night. The restaurant/bar I was working at was quickly dying and there were only a few patrons each night. He was in his mid 40s and sat alone at the bar - drinking and chatting with me all night. Out of boredom I invited him back to my place and we had sex for no more than two minutes before he came and left.
"Shut up Courtney," I fired back, not eager to relive the middle aged cum and run.
I jumped as the curtain opened and Courtney and her beautifully naked body joined me in the shower.
"You are such a slut," she smiled. "I never would have guessed."
She was right, but it hadn't always been that way. Prior to moving to West Palm I had slept with six men total. In the few months I lived down here I had slept with double that number. Part of me felt uncomfortable and slutty - another part of me sexy, desired, and empowered. It was a tug of war I would need to take control of.