I hate December. It's the worst time of year. I'm sure if I lived on the mainland it would be amazing, with the trees sleeping under coats of white snow, and the festive decorations. Alas, I live in Hawaii. The palm trees and shiny fake wreaths look tacky under the clouded sun over Oahu.
It was the day before Christmas and I was walking down to the only store only that was open to get myself some Ramen Noodles. I have only been in Hawaii for a couple of months and I already regretted going to college here. The good thing I found on this island is Dylan. I remember when I first met him he stole the last peach in the lunch line.
I'm from the country, and I used to have peaches all the time. I hadn't seen a peach in about 3 weeks that peach looked pretty fucking good. Needless to say, I put up a fight. With a little bit of an arrangement, (a date for a peach) we came through.
The date was kind of a flop but we clicked anyway, and we have been unofficially together for about 5 months now. I know what your thinking what's unofficial about five months, but really were just kind of at the best friends point and cant get past it. It's mostly my fault I admit.
Today me and Dylan planned on spending the day eating musabi and watching crappy movies, to keep us distracted from the fact that our loser selves were alone in a college dorm on Christmas Eve. I got to my door and took off my flip flops at my mat.
Dylan wasn't set to arrive for another two hours or so, so I took this opportunity to take a nice cool shower to get off all the sweat from the walk to the store. I threw the musabi into the fridge with the mountain dew and the lunch meat.
I stripped in my bite sized living area and went into the bathroom to start the water. I looked in the mirror. My normally auburn hair was now streaked orange from the hot sun, and was pulled into a messy bun on top on my head.
I never really tanned much so my skin was still white as milk, thanks to my crazed fear of the sun. I had put on a little weight since starting college, so my size 3 waist turned into a solid 5, and my normally B cup size turned to a C.
I was still adjusting to the change, but my friends all said I looked better. I wrinkled my nose and stepped into the cool shower. My nipples instantly became hard as pearls from the sudden temperature change. The cold water felt good on my face. I let my fingers graze my body slightly. I reached the thin patch of hair covering my mound and I stopped and blushed slightly.
I had never been one to masturbate in a shower. Just the thought of masturbating by myself in my dorm during the holiday season in the 'most romantic island in America' seemed a bit pitiful. I sighed and let my hand drop.
I was still a virgin. I didn't think it was because I was a prude or I couldn't get any, I just never got around to it. High school was too filled with having fun with my close group of friends for it to be clouded with sex.
I wiped the water off my eyes and stepped out of the shower. I grabbed my white towel and dried my hair and my body then wrapped it around my body. I padded over to the fridge and grabbed a can of coke.
"Dylan should be coming soon." I said to myself.
I went to my room and threw on a white tank top and my favorite jeans. I was just about to brush my hair when I heard Dylan pounding on my door.
I ran over and looked through the peep hole while pulling my hair up. He was holding pizza. What a God. I opened the door and threw my arms around his shoulders.
"Finally got paid huh?" I asked him while grabbing the box.
"Hold your horses woman; you'd swear you haven't eaten in years!"
He put the box on the table and reached into his backpack and pulled out a terribly wrapped present. The tape was electrical and the corner was half exposed.
"That is the best thing I've seen all day."
I said laughing. I opened it up and saw a cardboard box. Inside was three jars of peach jam, (oh my god) and a sappy hallmark card with "Dylan" scrawled on the bottom.
"This is seriously great Dylan." I said trying to hold back a bit. "I feel bad for only getting you that CD"
"Don't" he said with a smirk
"My grandma sent it to me in a care package. It sucks; I already ate the first jar." I laughed and brought him over to the couch.
"I rented a whole bunch of movies, lets just grab one and start it."
I closed my eyes and picked a movie. It was some movie about a mummy and an old man who though he was Elvis.
"This looks promising."
I put it in the player and sat back on the couch. Dylan smiled. I looked at him for a bit while he ate his pizza. He was about 6 foot and had kind of a thin, but toned body. he was incredibly tan, probably from all the visits to the beach. He had piercing blue-gray eyes and a line of white teeth.
Not completely a knock out, but just enough to make me kind of woozy when I saw him. I didn't want to risk anything with our friendship; but lately I had been thinking about him a lot.
He turned to look at me. He had a glob of pizza on his face. I laughed.
"Are you going to grab a piece or just ogle at mine all day?"
He reached over to the box and handed me a slice. It's greasy crust slipped right through my hand, bringing the sloppy pizza onto my white tank top.
"Shit!"
Dylan frantically moved the now cheese less slice back in the box and started wiping the front of my shirt. I blushed wildly and push his hand away from my breasts, seeing I wasn't wearing a bra.
"I'll just go change. I think this shirt cost like 4 dollars; I'll throw it away."
I went into my bedroom and peeled off the tank top. My breast were slightly red from the heat, and some grease had gotten on me through the shirt. I tried to wipe it off, gave up and just threw on a wife beater and came back outside. Dylan turned around and smiled.
"Your missing the movie." he said with a grin. I sat down on the couch next to him.
"You wouldn't believe it but some nasty slob spilled my own pizza on me?" I said grabbing another slice.
We watch the rest of the first movie. I kept noticing Dylan looking at me. I followed his eyes to see what he was looking at. His eyes were focused on my breasts.
I didn't realize it till now but my shirt was kind of see through. Just the thought of him looking at me like that made me a little worked up. I caught his eye boldly. he looked at me with a mix of embarrassment and lust in his eyes. I looked away quickly loosing my nerve.
