The beer run took about thirty minutes. When we got back to the beach house, it sounded like the party was stilling going strong. We carried the beer up two flights of wooden stairs and in through the kitchen entrance. The two-story house was on stilts like most beachfront houses in the area. The bottom floor was mostly bedrooms and the top floor was a large entertainment area with a kitchen.
When I had left, my girlfriend, Alice, had been sitting and talking with her friend Pam on a sofa in front of a large picture window that looked out onto the ocean. I scanned the living room and found Pam, but Alice was not with her. Pam was chatting with some guy named William that I sort of knew from school.
"Hey, Pam," I interrupted, "where's Alice?"
Pam had a sort of odd look on her face and answered, "She said something about taking a walk on the beach."
"Alone?" I asked. "It's pitch black out there."
"I guess," Pam responded. "Last I saw of her, she was going downstairs."
I said, "Thanks", and went downstairs to the lower level to the bedroom where we had left our jackets. I had retrieved mine earlier for the beer run. I rummaged through the pile of coats on the bed and Alice's pink hoodie was not there. It was hard to imagine Alice going out for a beach walk by herself at night. I exited the floor and caught the outside stairs at the midway point. When I reached the bottom, I started to make a u turn to head for the beach. I stopped. Above the gentle roar of the ocean, I thought I heard voices. I waited some more and listened. They were coming from the open area under the house. I walked around the house on the beach side until I came to the lattice work that surrounded the lower area. I peered into the area. It was dimly lit by a small wattage bulb that was always on. There was a red, convertible Mustang parked there. Bobby Jackson was seated in the driver's seat and there next to him was my girlfriend , Alice.
"What the fuck is going on?" I thought to myself although my lips mouthed the words, too. Because of my position, I could see them both clearly through the car's windshield. Shielded by lattice work and bushes, I was pretty sure they couldn't see me. I watched and listened. I took out my phone and began recording.
It was Alice who spoke first. "It's a very nice car, Bobby, but I gotta get back to the party. Tom will be back any minute."
"Not yet," Bobby said firmly, looking into her brown eyes. "Doesn't this bring back memories? How many times did we go parking in my dad's BMW?"
"Those were different times, Bobby," said Alice. "I have a boyfriend now. I'm not your girlfriend anymore."
"Oh, Alice," Bobby chuckled, "you weren't my girlfriend then. You were a "girlfriend" of my fraternity. I know you went parking with some of my frat brothers. We do talk to each other, you know."
"Really?" Alice said. "And what do you guys talk about?" She almost sounded giggly.
"That thing that you do, Alice," Bobby grinned. "You know."
"Okay," Alice quit pressing, "but I don't do that anymore except for Tom. So, if that's what you really brought me down here for, you're out of luck." She laughed gently. She didn't seem offended, especially if they were talking about what I imagined they were talking about.
Bobby reclined his seat back and rose up a bit and appeared to be fiddling with his pants. Then he eased back into his seat.
I saw Alice's gaze settle on Bobby's lap area. "Remember this guy," Bobby asked, grinning.
"Oh, I remember," Alice said with a smile. Her eyes remained focused, "it's still very nice, but I'm not putting it in mouth." She seemed firm. "We gotta get back to the party before Tom gets back."
"Look how hard I am, Alice. I can't go back like this. I really need to get off."
"Well, maybe you can take care of it yourself. I'm sure you remember how," Alice laughed.
"Will you watch?" Bobby pleaded. "Will you watch me jack off? What would that hurt?"
Alice paused for a minute. She looked up into Bobby's eyes and then back down to his lap.
"Just once...for old time's sake?" Bobby added.
