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."
