What the hell, I’m on vacation (Palm Beach)
During a lazy day on the beach I ran into Ethan who asked if I wanted to check out scene with him after his late shift ended. Why not, I answered.
A little after 11 pm I met up with Ethan and his huge pickup truck. Turns out he was a local boy who knew tons of people and was a surfer to boot. Notwithstanding the general yumminess of surfers, as with Kelly I had absolutely no intention of anything happening. I mean, it wasn’t like I was super attracted to Ethan. In fact, it never crossed my mind that we were on a date until, when walking back to his car, he grabbed my hand.
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He brought me back to the hotel around 3 am and we sat together under one of the cabanas with a couple of Coronas. We were just kicking back when he said that he wanted to kiss me. I balked at first but then, what the hell, I let him kiss me. What the hell, I’m on vacation. What the hell, it’s 3 am and I’m sitting on a moonlit beach with a cute guy with a fit body and he’s warm and it’s time to chalk one up and obliterate my ex Mason. So we kissed for a while, that delicious, first-time-exciting necking. Unfortunately, it wasn’t long before my bladder was screeching with urgency, so with one final lingering kiss we made arrangements to meet up the following night. I ran to the downstairs bathroom, running into the same two cleaning ladies I had seen during the wee hours of the previous night. Tee hee.
