Every good story deserves an epilog.... So, six months later....
One of my Dad's favorite songs is "Boys of Summer", also from the 80's, if I'm not mistaken. I've heard him play it a hundred times in the car, but never really understood the lyrics until now. Donnie was definitely a 'Boy of Summer' and he and I were never destined to be a permanent thing. However, he was a LOT of fun while it lasted and ruined me going forward for normal boys. He actually did come into the club one Saturday night without letting anyone know we were connected.
Management didn't seem to notice how many lap dances I gave him. After I knocked off at 2am, we checked into a cheap-ass off-beach hotel (the only way we could get any privacy) and fucked our brains out until sunup. I couldn't walk straight until Monday. My first anal, come to think of it, but that's another story.
Brandy finished out the summer and headed back home to her Hooter's job. She and I stay in touch, and she's taking the LSATs in November. She says she'll work back at the beach for a couple of months next summer and invited me to room with her. I told her I'm 90% sure I'll be there, and I'll confirm in the spring. (Mom and Dad have yet ANOTHER big cruise planned for next summer, so it sounds like I'll just clone last summer's agenda into next summer.)
Later in the summer, there was yet ANOTHER birthday party, this one for a 25 year old guy who was at some kind of convention. Shy, but rich -- a strip club's favorite customer. Brianna ended up being the girl in the chair. Turns out, she never really realized how much she enjoyed spanking a guy, and, ironically, the guy never realized how much he enjoyed getting spanked by a hot girl in a g-string. One thing led to another, and Bri is now living with the dude somewhere in Tennessee. Go figure.
Tiffany's real name was Tomika, and while the rest of us drank by the pool, she'd been experimenting with a line of cosmetics specific for Asian girls. Turns out, she was a big hit and ended up leaving us in August to fly to Los Angeles and sign a bunch of contracts and to be the hot spokesmodel for her own cosmetic line. I'm positive you'll see her in the fashion mags. You heard it here first, folks!
Back to Donnie. Sigh... He was a real hunk, and yes a gentleman and did I mention a hero? Turns out the reason he got out of the Navy was because he had to eject over the desert after a really big deal top-secret mission and screwed up his back (apparently, ejecting will do that, despite what you saw in Top Gun). Anyway, in July, he saved a kids life (which is kinda what lifeguards are supposed to do) and it was a big deal in the news and some Admiral saw it. As it happened, his alma mater, the Navy Academy, had an opening for a lacrosse coach, and guess who had a zillion letters of recommendation? Yep, our boy, Donnie. I'm sure he'll end up marrying some Congressman's daughter, but for the rest of his life, he'll know and remember that I was the best blowjob he ever got. Poor boy.
Which brings it back to me. Brandy had a great influence on me, and I switched my major to pre-law and decided to buckle down and get my grades up. However...
... first day back in the dorm, they assigned me a Frosh roommate, a sweetie girl from a small town who picked this college to be with her football player boyfriend. I met her when I walked into our room and found her crying her head off on her bed (actually MY bed, but I hadn't told her that yet). I went over and sat down to consol her. Turns out her asshole boyfriend had accepted a last-minute scholarship to Alabama (can't blame him there) and didn't bother to tell her (that's the asshole part).
