(HENLO FRIENDS! Damn this chapter gave me grief. As in, how to write a certain scene and not have it cheesy, overdone, ridiculous, gratuitous. I hope I've succeeded and maybe even exceeded your expectations. I've also switched my spell check over to American spelling so here's hoping all the flavOUrs and colOUrs will be more vibrant. ;) or something. LOL. I fucking love you guys. I really do. You're the best. I'm so damn blessed to have this space and all the lovely readers of Literotica. Having been a lurker since the early oughts (2004?? 2005?) and then deciding out of the blue in 2021: I'm going to write smut, publicly. Not just for my own amusement! Then my stories being so well received! It's better than I ever could of asked. Thank you so much. OK. Enough rambling. Chapter 8 awaits.)
~Feline~
Two weeks have gone by, and it's the middle of July! I'm getting used to having Shawn, Pat, Chad, and Jon around at work. I'll miss them when this all blows over and life goes back to normal. I'll really miss them coming in and doing the floors for me at the end of my shift!
I got all my passport work handed into the government last week. Shawn helped me, and we paid extra for it to be a rush processing. Just in case.
I'm in my room, fresh out of a shower, and Mom is French braiding my hair for me. We're giggling like school girls about the party on the beach the guys had planned tonight. Mom's excited for me.
I'm wearing a dress I had made in an Etsy shop. It's a simple, black, empire waist maxi dress, but it's made to my measurements and doesn't drag on the ground. I'm bringing a black zip-up hoodie in case it gets cold.
Shawn is downstairs waiting with my brother and the new girl he's been on a few dates with recently. Her name is Angie. And she's girl-next-door cute and shy.
When I descend, Shawn lets out a low wolf whistle and I laugh.
"Shawn!" I blush hard.
"You look beautiful." and then he leans into my ear, "And fuckable." he whispers as I die of embarrassment.
Mom and Dad wave goodbye as we meet up with Chad and Jess next door. They've been as inseparable as Shawn and I. And Jess has been over almost every day! I've been helping teach her how to drive. She's going to take her driving test in my car. She always brings food over! She makes these elaborate cakes and fruit arrangements. She's the funniest, most sarcastic girl I've ever met. I like her a lot.
We pile into our respective vehicles and take off to another beach. Shawn dumped some pillows and blankets from his house into the trunk of my car earlier.
"In case we want to sleep under the stars again." he winked.
Fuck, he's so fun! He even brought enough to hand out to our friends. He's the kindest, most considerate person.
Most of our friends were already at the beach by the time we all arrived, music bumping. Some House mix Jon really liked.
"Gets me amped!" he grinned.
The guys get the bonfire ripping and Jess, her sisters and I share candy-flavored coolers while we watch the guys.
Eventually, Jess's sisters find their boyfriends, and it's just her and I, sitting at a picnic table munching chips and dip and polishing off cooler number 2.
"I gave Chad my V card." Jess says proudly. She and I had talked about this at length.
"O JESS!!" I leap over and hug my friend tightly, "YOU DID?"
"It hurt like a fucker!" she laughed.
"I KNOW!" I groan with her, only giving Shawn my own not even a month ago. "But then it feels..."
"REALLY FUCKING GOOD!" Jess laughs.
I laugh with her. Yes, it sure does. It feels fucking amazing!
"He was good to you?" I look into her eyes; hers are filled with mischief.
"Better than good. He was so patient and soft." I smile at her words. "He's been patient ever since. Shit, if he doesn't start fucking me hard, and soon, I'm gonna think he's in love with me."
I laugh out loud and hug my new friend again.
"Maybe he is?" I whisper.
"Maybe." Jess whispers back. "Maybe I love him..."
I pull back, but before I can say anything, my brother scoops me up from behind, and spins me around in his arms, planting me on my feet.
"So happy you decided to come, Baby Bear." He kisses my cheek and grins like a fiend.
"Me too!" I hug my big brother and turn to see Chad and Jess making out on the seat I had just occupied. God, they are cute. I sincerely hope Chad appreciates what she just gave him.
My big brother seats himself on a log and pats the space beside him. I sit and lean into him.
"What do you think of Ang?" he asks, out of the blue like that.
"She's adorable." I say, glancing over at my brother for his reaction.
He nods, holding his hand out for my cooler. I pass it to him, and he takes a deep swig. Makes a face and passes it back to me.
"Dang, those are like cotton candy in a bottle, Cat!" he exclaims.
"I KNOW! Good right?" I grin, taking another swig myself.
"I don't know if I'd use the word good. Sugary as hell. That's for sure. Bet the hang overs are wicked. Damn, I need a palate cleanser!"
I smirk at my brother.
"Wimp." I tell him.
He throws his head back and laughs.
"Chad!" Pat yells over me.
"WHAT UP?" Chad breaks away from kissing Jess to answer my brother.
"Brew me broski!" Pat holds his hand up expectantly.
Like magic, a beer is sailing through the air with perfect accuracy. My brother barely has to move to catch the can.
"Thanks, bruh!" he yells.
"De nada." Chad calls back.
"AH!" Patrick exclaims after pulling a long draft, wiping his mouth against the back of his hand. "BETTER."
"I still say you're a wimp." I bump my shoulder with him.
Pat and I finish our drinks together before he asks about Angie again.
"Ang is cute, but I'm not sure how far to take this. She's not..."
I immediately cut my brother off, knowing exactly what he's going to say.
"She's not your Rocket Queen." I sigh, knowing as soon as he brought her over for the first time.
"She's not my Rocket Queen." Patrick affirms, nodding. "But I like her Cat. She's really honest with me. I appreciate that."
"Is she kind to you? Does she treat you with respect?" I turn and touch Pat's shoulder now, getting his attention.
Pat mulls this over. "Well, she certainly hasn't said anything mean or cruel. She's not a real big talker." he muses, rubbing his chin.
"Hard to talk when your tongue is in her mouth all the time." I giggle.
"Not all the time!" Pat defends himself, chuckling.
We're quiet for a moment, just watching the bonfire and enjoying the antics of our friends all around us. Then I see Shawn. He's chatting with Ben, as he snaps photos of our party. They share a laugh and pound fists. As if sensing me, he turns, looking directly across the bonfire towards me and raises a beer as I raise my cooler back to him. His eyes burn into me. I love him so much. My childhood sweetheart.
Pat nudges me and smiles, nodding. He knows, as he jerks his chin over at his best friend.
"Go to him." he encourages. And I do.
"Little Kitten in a beautiful dress. What am I going to do with you?" he's grinning, and pulling me into him. I've gotten used to dancing with my boyfriend now. I'm shy. I know my cheeks are burning. But I don't care, as I sway to Poison's Every Rose with Shawn.
"Make love to me, like I want you to do every night." I smile as he gives me a dip.
He laughs and spins me around.
"O rest assured, baby girl. Wild horses couldn't keep me from your delights." I do believe my Shawn may have had one or two beer more than he normally would have. I laugh, imagining him tipsy.
"You're beautiful." I tell him.
"Fuck that, you are." he says.
"Ugh, you guys are gross." Jess and Chad, hand in hand, sidle up to us. She feigns disgust. Shawn and Chad burst into laughter. I shrug and smile at my new bestie.
"Yup." we both agree together.
Eventually, more beers are cracked. I'm on cooler number 3 and feeling pretty good. Shawn's back on the root beer. I don't believe I will ever see this man drunk within my lifetime.
We're sitting on logs polished by many asses over the years. Driftwood logs, hauled up from the ocean and into a circle around a stone fire pit someone had dug out and built decades before any of us were born. Jess and I are giggling over our drinks and talking about something stupid, I can't even remember what it was now. I decide I need some water, and Shawn hands me a bottle from behind our log.
I can't drink anymore booze. I don't want to be a drunk mess. I hand my half empty cooler to Jess, and she downs it in two gulps. My new friend can drink. I hope it doesn't become a problem. I decide not to think about that right now.
Shawn makes me dance with him again and again. We roast weenies together and Pat says he's going to make s'mores! I love it when he does that! He warms the graham crackers up on a flat rock by the fire before placing the chocolate on top. By the time the marshmallow is roasted, the whole thing is a chocolatey, melted delight.
By the time of my second water bottle, I am about ready to burst!
"Jess." I whisper. "I have to pee. Do you have to pee?"
"Hell yes. Let's get to the shitter." she giggles.
"Jess and I are using the bathroom." I announce to our group.
"Congratulations." Jon raises a beer to us.
"SHUDDAP!" Jess laughs.
"Don't fall in, baby." Shawn chuckles and pinches my butt.