Months had passed and spring led into summer and summer found me and my family in Florida for summer break. I wasn't doing much except for working on my tan, reading, and calling Adam.
Still dating, we had continued our short passionate encounters whenever we could. I was too nervous to let him return the favor and kiss me "down there," after all a girl has her insecurities.
We were staying at my parent's condo next door to a big and popular local hotel for about three weeks. Both of my sets of grandparents live in the state, so a long vacation is not unheard of for our family. My parents are always off playing tennis or golf or shopping or avoiding contact with people in general. I used to share a room with my brother, but he met a girl at college and decided to visit her this summer. So, alone and bored I had taken to sitting on the deck, tanning, and writing college essays, something Adam made fun of me for until I told him it would leave my weekends free when I got back.
About three days into vacation, my parents left on a ten day trip to the Caribbean leaving me even more alone. But, instead of being depressed I exercised my freedom generously by walking naked in the apartment and walking to the bar next door and getting drinks without being carded. Which, at first, wasn't that exciting, but then I realized there is something distinctly appealing about sipping a mojito on the beach or a seabreeze as the sun sets.
The fourth day of freedom, I woke up really late to a rumbling stomach. I decided to walk over to the local market to pick up more appealing groceries. As I stepped out the door in my finery: cutoffs and a beach-worn tank top I got a text message from Adam [hey I have a secret]. I rolled my eyes and smiled [oh really r u gonna tell it]? Not receiving a reply I walked on.
I picked up some fruit and ate a bagel from the case. I was browsing my other options when I got another text [whr r u?] confused at why it was important I replied [grocery] only to be texted [which] I smiled, because apparently I had never told him how small the island I was on actually was [only 1 ;)] he replied [o... 1 sec]
Confused, yet again, I shook my head and got in line. As I thanked the cashier I felt the familiar buzz of my phone as it receives a call. The screen saying 'Adam' I quickly flipped my phone open.
"Hey handsome, what' up?"
"Not much... there's only one grocery store."
"Um yeah, because it's so close to mainland and it's so small the island only has one grocery store and also one liquor 'slash' convenience store, but I like it because I can bike or take a short car ride everywhere." "Mhmm. So what are you up to know?"
"Right now? Well, I'm trying to maneuver my butt over the bike seat one handed without catching my shorts on the seat and revealing my ass to the world, you?"
"Lounging about waiting for anything interesting."
"Ah, poor baby. Miss me... better say yes."
"Of course what do you take me for a fool. You're hot stuff you know, all my friends are jealous."
"Don't dare patronize me or I'll come over there!"
"Is that a promise?"
"Haha."
"besides Ms. Insecure you really are beautiful."
"Flattery will get you everywhere."
About this time I was feeling the heat and decided despite how much I wanted to continue badgering him, I needed to ride back to the conditioned coolness of the condo.
"Hey baby, I gotta ride back before I melt, can I call you as SOON as I get there."
"hmmm... ok... but you have to say something nice."
"Please?"
"no... something really nice."
"Like what... Oh! Oh your bad."
"uh! Badly injured by your low thoughts of me! I meant a love, thank you."
"haha, oh! Love you!"
"say it like you mean it."
"You first... ok... I love you Adam, and when I get home I'm jumping your bones."
"Better, bye, I love you too."
"Bye!" Whew! I felt sweat drip down my back. And, I still had to ride home. It's a good thing I was wearing my two piece, because it was too hot for more fabric. And, I needed a swim ASAP.
I peddled at a good pace and parked. I stuffed my clothes in my grocery back and walked to one of the smaller pools. I noticed I got a few glances, and some of the people who gave them weren't so bad their self. Maybe, I did look better with a little sun, not to mention my beach clothes were a little more revealing. Oh, Adam was going to hear this story, it was too good: he was thousands of miles away and I'm wearing revealing clothes that other men could see. Ha!
