Author's Note: Hello everyone. Due to the amount of dedication, commitment and positive reception, I have continued the Beach Trip story and here is part 2. This one took quite a while to finish.
Funny thing is I actually had this story completely written out within a few months, however I went far off the deep end and sent it in a much crazier direction than I expected. It did not advance the story very much at all and it was much too wild and fantastical by the end. So I saved it off to the side and actually rewrote the entire story. That other version will be released in the future as a spinoff.
This story is very intimate to me and I wanted to write something that felt twisted but also very real. I hope this story does well to invoke many different emotions both high and low as it did for me.
With that said, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy it to the fullest. As you can expect, this story will continue.
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May 6, 2018.
It's been a long freshman year of college. I completed my last final today and decided to end it with a bang. I texted the girl who roomed across the hall from me in case she had the same idea. Here I am, 40 minutes later naked in bed, in dismay, staring at the generic white walls plastered with my roommate's Jimi Hendrix and Beatles posters feeling like the year just passed me by so quickly. I'm fighting my brain to stay inspired as all my BS classes took place this year, basically the same junk I learned in highschool but with quieter classrooms.
But the real thing that saddens me is not the lack of parties as there are quite a bit of them going on every weekend. It's not my roommate as we've become good friends bonding throughout the year. It's not just the coursework that has been stressing me out.
I'm just struggling to feel. Everytime I go out, it feels like everyone is knee-deep in the moment, like there is nothing after college. They party hard, drink, smoke, fuck, memorize test questions, regurgitate them onto tests, then rinse and repeat. I do have a select amount of real friends I can count on, although they are also going through their own issues. But I haven't been able to find even the slightest hint of a good connection with someone. I've tried a few times and they either tell me they don't want anything serious or they sweet talk me into sex and I just can't help feeling sad and empty at the end of it.
I know what I want by now... because I've had it before...
I leave on Friday to go back home and while the first year has undoubtedly been good to me, I still wonder why part of it seems so unfulfilling...
I shut the notebook I'd been writing entries in, closed my eyes, and took a deep breath. My fingers met my forehead as I contemplated endlessly about the subtle cloudy void that plagued my heart.
The door busted open. My roommate, Marcus, stood in the archway with a giant empty bin.
"Oh shit." I said.
"Aye, you good? Bro, why're you writing naked?" Marcus laughed.
I pulled my shorts up off the floor, "Sorry you had to see that, I didn't mean to intimidate you," I joked knowing he'd take it well. We changed in the room all the time so it didn't feel too out of place.
"Aha, you got jokes." He said, shaking his head as he walked over to his bed to collect the rest of his things. "Were you bangin'?"
"Yes, unfortunately." I groaned.
"Hey it's all good. I ain't mad, I'm just asking. You got anything big planned for the summer?"
"Hmmm, I don't know. I guess I could take a trip upstate or go camping with my cousin Jonathan. I really do want to go back the beach again this summer."
"You and that beach," Marcus said, "you really do seem to like that place, judging only from how much you've talked about it."
I huffed in agreement.
"I'll make it out there for sure. What about you?"
"I'm in the same boat, just going wherever the river takes me, man. Beach does sound fun though, not gonna lie. I miss my family but I'm gonna miss you guys here too."
"Same, I'm gonna miss you as well, you were a good roommate." I said sincerely.
"Thanks brother. You were too." He nodded like a true heartfelt friend.
He paused for a few moments, noticing how out-of-touch I felt.
"What's up, man?"
I didn't answer, just sighed.
"It's that girl you were talking about before isn't it?" He leaned into my view.
"Yep... yes it is." I answered.
"Aw man, I'm sorry to hear that. I know she means a lot to you. You'll find the right one someday, just keep your head up. Don't let it get you down. You never know, she might be there."
I smirked almost unnoticeably.
"No, you right. Thanks for being there all this time."
"Anytime! You too bro, thank you." He said as we gripped hands. "But hey, you got my number. Anything you need, hit me up! Even if it is about her for the hundredth time."
"I will, Marcus." I said, appreciating the generous offer. He was a great guy to vent to and I always did the same for him on the couple of occasions he did.
We shared a bro-hug and he walked out with the rest of his things, paused, then darted right back in.
"Oh, bro, my momma actually brought me some of those cookies we ate after we came back from winter break! You want some more before I go?"
My mouth instantly watered, thinking about the perfect mix of chocolatey crunch and inner softness I tasted when he brought them back in a blue container. After the break, he even made some of his own, although with a slightly altered recipe.
"No way! That's sick dude, if you don't mind! Tell your mom I said thanks."
He laughed and held up a container, the same blue container which held the special recipe cookies. He encouraged me to take multiples. I grabbed a couple then bit into that delicious chocolate chip goodness.
"Hey we ate all of those other cookies you had right? The ones with that extra recipe?" I paused to ask.
"Uhhh yeah I think so!" He said.
"Oh well, if not, guess we're gonna be on another adventure."
The Jimi Hendrix poster was the last to go. We said our goodbyes and I packed the rest of my stuff, placing them on his empty bed.
The sun had already set and I fatigued from the last final. I laid in my bed, switched Netflix on, then turned over. I began to drift into the night. Quite an exhausting week it was. I closed my eyes. Instead of falling asleep, my mind raced.
"I love her."
"You love this girl? Since when do you know anything about love, Chris? You're young, you've had one or two girlfriends. How do you know what love is?"
"I know what it is, because she showed me it..."
"She is much older than you. You are not capable of processing what she did to you. She took advantage of you, she coerced you into doing something you never would have done if you had been thinking clearly. What she did was wrong but you need to realize that what you did was wrong too."
"It just felt so real to me... she wouldn't have done that if she didn't love me..."
"She deceived you. She used your feelings to get what she wanted and you gave it up to her willingly. That doesn't seem like something who is old enough to make their own decisions would do, is it? That is not what love is. Someone who cares about you would never even think of doing something like that. I'm putting my foot down, you are never talking to her again and she will never set foot in my house. Is that clear?"
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The sheets slowly illuminated a bright sunrise yellow. It was daytime. The sun in the clear blue sky cast a beam that bent along the window frame over to the white walls and onto the light nylon carpet. The empty room lit brighter than before now. I sat up on the bed as unrecognizable figures walked in and out of the room. The queen pillow fluffed lightly onto my left shoulder followed by a solid push, slightly tilting my head. Comfortable arms wrapped around my body and I reached up, touching their warm skin and caressing them with my thumb. The bed spanned a queen size.
I looked up past the bare shoulders. Curly locks of red hair glowed golden ruby as they fell in front of the sun and brushed my cheeks, the solar circle twinkled behind them. Beautiful warm ivory colored skin dotted with sunkissed freckles, blue eyes focused on me like waves of ocean tides in a snowglobe, lips resembling a ripe strawberry patch, a button nose that curved upward to the sky, a pearly white smile, all came into view.
The mesh curtains blew inward, bringing forth the smell of sea salt to my nose that naturally breathed it in deeply as if out of reflex.
Their lips touched down to kiss me and they received my full acceptance in return. Lips that tasted sweet like a strawberry. My forearms tingled as their fingers caressed my skin and my eyes shut blissfully.
They released suddenly, savoring a long stare, then placed their soft hand against the smooth extra-soft cotton stretch of my Calvin Kleins, directly between my thighs. I drew in a gasp as my fingertips indented into their soft forearm. My heart hastened, throwing me into deep breaths as blood rushed through my head all the way down to my toes. My eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head as the lids closed halfway. My body accepted the feeling and I ceased to hide my reaction. The soft hand motioned up and down, gripping delicately at me as I inhaled deeply, my vision whitened in a deep trance. The breaths from my nose echoed throughout the room, reverbing off the spacious walls.
They pressed their chest against mine so I could reach behind their shoulder to brace my quivering body. I breathed into their bosom and arched my back as the ecstasy overtook me, allowing me to release control and the bright light took over.
***
Zzzt zzzt
My eyes peaked under my weary lids. The sun shone an orange tint through the evergreen trees, sparkling as the pine needles danced in front of it.
"No, no, no, please go back to sleep." I complained as if pleading with my body.
I turned onto my back, placing my hands by my sides and closed my eyes, desperate to return back to the dreamscape. 30 minutes elapsed and my body increasingly urged me to get up.
"Fuck." I whispered in anguish. I wiped the wetness away from my eyes before drops formed. I reached over to the nightstand to grab my phone.
9:04am, Thursday.
Mom
2 messages
Marcus
3 messages
I opened my phone and checked Marcus's message.
Marcus: Hey bro, can you call me real quick when you get a chance?
Marcus: Are you feeling this too???
Marcus: Dude!!! I'm so sorry!! I'm in outer space!!
