The Beach Party : Public sex | Group SexIt was a dark and stormy night. You know one of those nights that all the romance authors write about. I was at the beach house my parents had given me when I turned twenty-one. Yee-Haw! I thought it was going to be awesome. To my surprise, it sucks. I had left everything I loved and was familiar with. I had to figure myself out. There was nothing there anymore, except for my true love. I think. Oh well. I will talk about that later. Anyway, I was waiting for a bunch of my friends from High School to come over.
I was going to hold a kick ass party. I had a full bar, and a keg. It rocked. I had hired a DJ; this party was going to be absolutely kicking. It was nine o'clock and no one had shown up. Not even the DJ. I started drinking. I was getting extremely nervous. Why aren't people showing up I thought to myself? Gulp! Well that was my fourth Long Island Ice Tea. I should be feeling it soon I thought.
I reached over to the compartment under the coffee table. There I had a razor blade, a small mirror, and a little green baggie filled with CR. If I take this I thought. It will cancel out some of the alcohol and I will be hella spun. That could be a good thing I thought. Knock, knock. Hmm, someone is here. I looked down at my watch. Eleven thirty better late then never I guess. "Zac, are you in there? Come on I know you are in there." A familiar voice said. "I'm coming, just a sec." I went over to the door and answered it. My jaw dropped and I was in shock. Jacob Tomas, my best friend in High School. He moved away my sophomore year. I was shocked to see him here.
"Jacob." I said with a sigh. "Come in, what the hell. You know you don't have to knock." I said as I gave him a hug.
"Well Zac, it has been how many years?"
"Six years." I said. "Six long years." I smiled.
"It is really good to see you again. What happened to you writing me and shit like that."
"It is good to see you too. I don't know, I have been really confused. I don't know who or what I am anymore. So I thought I would come home to figure things out, that was about three years ago. I had come back to talk to you to get some advice, but you had moved to Seattle. So I just turned around and went back to Texas. I tried to get a hold of you, but I had nothing. I tried calling your parents, but the number was disconnected. I really needed to talk to you." He said. "Well come on, let's go into the living room and talk.
Do you want something to drink? I have a full bar." I said motioning him to the couch as I walked over to the bar.
"You always know how to throw parties Zac, always with style."
"I try. So what will it be? Rum and Coke, tea...?"
"How about a tea."
"Sure thing. Coming right up." I said as I started
"Hey, uh Zac, what are you doing with this shit?" He said looking at my paraphernalia.
"What shi...Oh shit, it is not what you think I promise." I said trying to convince him.
"Well aren't you going to offer me a line? I do the shit to you know.
I am not the same Jacob I was in school."
"Don't I know what you mean." I said agreeing. I walked over to the couch after I was done making his drink, and sat down. "Yeah, go ahead, sniff away.
Plus, I don't think that anyone else is coming tonight."
"Eh, that is ok Zac, we have a lot to catch up on anyway."
"Yeah we do. How did you find out I lived here?" I said.
"Well I was in town visiting my Aunt, and I ran into your mom and she told me where you were." "Right on. So what is it that you need to talk about?" I said looking at him. He still looks the same. Same hair color and everything, 6'1", blonde semi-curly hair, toned body broad shoulders, and looking totally bomb. I watched him lean over to the table to take his line, and his drink spilled on his clothes. I couldn't help but laugh. "Way to go skills. Can't you sniff a line, and hold your drink at the same time?" "Fuck off, you gonna sit there and laugh at me or get me a towel?" He said grinning. "I think that I am going to sit here and laugh at you for a few minutes. Watch you squirm because of how cold it is, and then when you can't stand it anymore, I will get you a towel." I said standing. "One towel coming up. I will be right back down." "Thanks ass." He said. I just turned and smiled. I headed upstairs, and into the linen closet, and grabbed him a towel.