Sasha (Mixed Drinks #1) (4 page)

Megan: ROFL yeah Sasha, we don’t need the French experience again.

Sadie: Hey Megan, Will wants Matt to bring his beer bong. Says it is time to break it out again.

Megan: HELL YES!!!!! Beer bong is a must, I will make sure to bring it.

Sadie: We are going to stop at the liquor store after we pick everyone up.

Megan: Oh we are bringing the mini grill too, so bring food. Don’t want to drink our lunch and dinner only to have it come back up.

Sadie: Good call!!!!

Sadie: SASHA, WAKE THE FUCK UP!!! You have to get ready!!!

Sadie: Sasha, don’t make me hurt you.

You would think that they had been texting me for hours to get up, when in reality it was more like ten minutes. I was still too tired to type, so I use my talk-to-text feature and say, “Guys I’m awake so chill the fuck out. I will be ready in like half an hour. Text when you get here.” I hit send and then read it.

Sasha: grils im a wookie so till the funky out I will be ready in a look a hair hour.

I can almost hear the loud gorilla-like laughs they are most likely bellowing out as they read it. I should really stop sending voice texts out without proofreading them first.

I jump in the shower and do a fantastic job of shaving, as you never know who you will see at a beach party. When I’m done, I jump out and dry off. I walk over to my closet to carefully select the perfect bathing suit. I need to make sure that my B cups are shown off just enough to keep attention, but not enough to give a show. I inspect a hot pink and turquoise bikini top that has some really cute plastic rings in the straps, and decide it will do well paired with matching hot pink bottoms that tie on the sides.

I’m just putting my hair up when I hear the buzzer ring. I press the talk button and say, “I’ll be down in a second!” I grab my mini-cooler that works well for boating adventures, along with my beach bag, and head downstairs.

Outside in front of my building, Megan is standing next to the truck, holding the door open for me. “Hey Wookie, how’s it going?” she asks with a tinge of a smile.

I shoot her a look that says I am aware of my poor texting skills, and that we do not need to rehash the conversation.

We both jump into the truck and head to the liquor store. I am the only one in our circle that doesn’t drink beer, so I have a hard time finding a beach-appropriate drink. I finally select some black cherry wine coolers. Mixed drinks are almost impossible to deal with out there, so my options were limited. After checking out, we are off to the boat landing.

We pull up to the beach, and quickly find a place to park the boat since we arrived early. Crater Island is a small cove, just off the main channel of the Mississippi. It’s shaped like a large horseshoe, and the sand on the beach slopes up to a hill and is as high as a two-story building, hence the name
Crater
Island. In about an hour, there will be nowhere left to park a boat, and latecomers will have to anchor their boats and swim to shore.

The party is already in full swing when we arrive, with music blasting from the larger houseboats. Looking around, we can see an even number of people on the beach as in the water, using flotation devices. On the opposite side of the beach from where we are, someone is setting up a huge waterslide using tarps and an industrial water pump that could put any water park slide to shame.

“Ok Sasha, let’s find you a new man!” Sadie announces. Matt and Will were already off looking at all of the boats, and talking to their owners. They were forming new bromances while drooling over the boats of their dreams.

I immediately picture my stallion.
How could I have thought that any of these guys would be a good distraction from Stallion Man?
I mean, he just seemed so perfect. Even though we only shared a moment together, and his focus was more on Grandpa George, it was still a moment.
I have got to stop thinking about him
. He probably has a girlfriend, and if not, he is probably also way out of my league. So maybe I should give these beach guys a good look.

“Ok, that sounds like a plan. Let me grab a drink and we can take a walk,” I finally say with the most convincing fake smile I can muster.

After making it only about half way around the beach, the scorching hot sun is shining and without a cloud in the sky it is making the sand almost unbearable when walking on it. We decide to put our hot man for Sasha search on hold to join in on some houseboat fun. Some random guy had opened his houseboat up to everyone on the beach, and most people were using the top level as a diving board into the river.

“I’m gonna jump in. I need to cool off,” I say, looking at Sadie and Megan. “Here, can you hold my drink and maybe grab a picture of me jumping in?” I continue as I push my stuff into their hands.

“Absolutely!” they say, looking at each other like,
oh this should be good
.

I climb up to the top deck, and wait patiently for my turn to jump.

As I get closer to the edge, I look over at Megan and Sadie waving at me, phone in hand, ready to snap a picture when I hear. "Oh my god, Sasha! It's the guy from the bar!" I turn to scan the beach, in the hopes that I didn’t just imagine those words I had been secretly hoping to hear, when I spot him. He’s talking to a group of guys, not paying any attention to the crowd around him. He looks even more amazing than I remembered, and the sun shining on his face looks like it came out just for him. I realize I’ve been staring for a long time when the guy behind me asks if I plan on jumping anytime soon.

An idea pops into my head.
If I can just get his attention and he watches me do a graceful dive off the boat, maybe he will recognize me and want to come say hi, ask me to be his sex slave, propose marriage, and request that I bare his children
. Or at least offer me a drink.

I yell to Megan and Sadie as loud as I can, “Hey bitches, watch this!” I assume the position, take a deep breath, and get ready to do the best cannon ball in history. One that would be talked about for years to come. At least it
should
have been the best cannon ball in history.

What happened next seemed to have occurred in slow motion. As I got ready to make my historic jump, Stallion Man and his friends chose that exact moment to look over; just in time to see me take a step forward, my foot slipping in a puddle of water. They all watch me as I wildly stumble, attempting to catch my balance. But instead of righting myself, I stumble again. Right over the edge of the boat. I might have been able to recover mid-air, but as I fell, I caught The Stallion’s eyes. I couldn’t help myself from locking onto those beautiful eyes of his. They were so distracting that I didn’t realize that I was falling towards the water faster than I had expected to. I entered the water with my legs spread eagle, doing the splits. I take a deep breath just before I feel the water consume my legs. I also feel the rush of water move past my bikini bottoms and gush into my hoo-ha, and before I know it, I’m fully underwater.

As I come up for air, the beach has exploded with laughter. I even hear some genius call out, “How was your river douche?” I want to go back under the water and swim away like a mermaid, pretending that my epic fail didn’t just happen. But that’s not really an option, since I can’t hold my breath for very long, and unfortunately I do not have the tail required for a fast underwater getaway.

As I make my way to the beach, Megan and Sadie are trying their very best to be supportive friends and hold back their tears of laughter. But the bellowing guffaws from everyone else is hard to ignore, and I turn a bright shade of fire engine red with embarrassment, which just adds to the humor of it all.

“Well, we got some great pictures for you,” Sadie informs me. “I even got one that looks like you are doing the splits, right there on the river.”

I am about to grab the phone from her to start deleting all the evidence of this horrible attempt at making history, when I see that Stallion Man is currently walking our way, and has locked his eyes on mine. I realize that maybe I am making history here, just not the way I had originally intended.

MY STALLION FINALLY MAKES HIS way over to us in his tight white t-shirt and bright blue swimming trunks that are decorated with white magnolia flowers. All I keep thinking is that I want him to throw me over his shoulder and take me far away from here. We could find some nice, quiet place where he will rip off my swimming suit and have his way with me. His brown eyes are mesmerizing, and they make all the pointing and staring around me fade away.

“Are you ok?” he asks, in that deep, sexy
fuck me
voice of his.

“Yes, I’m fine,” I manage to say, then shoot Megan and Sadie an
I got this, so get the fuck out of here
look. They look back at me and shake their heads, letting me know that they understand, and slowly make their way back to the boat where Matt and Will are.

“I wasn’t sure if you would remember me. I saw you at the
Broken Jukebox
last Sunday.”

Ohmygawd
,
how could I not remember him? And wait a minute, why is he blushing?
I am the one who has been thinking (and dreaming) all kinds of naughty thoughts about him for the last week.

“Of course I remember you. You’re George’s grandson,” I respond, shocked that he even needed to ask.
I mean, who could forget him?

“I meant to try and get a hold of you at the bar to apologize again for my grandfather. I’ve never seen him like that before.”

I’m still in shock that Stallion Man is here in the flesh, talking to me. I’m pretty sure this is not one of my fantasies, but I grab a piece of skin on the top of my hand and pinch it as hard I can anyway, just to be sure. Maybe I hit my head on the boat, and I’m really just laid out on the beach, unconscious.
Ouch, nope!
Not a dream. I realize I’ve stopped listening to what he’s saying and have just been standing here nodding my head, pretending I was, so I snap my attention back to the present.

“I was hoping that you and your friends didn’t take too much offense... he really is harmless,” he finishes.

“Oh, don’t worry about it. I’ve known George for years, and was more worried about him than anything. Please be sure to let him know that he is still more than welcome at the bar.” I add the last part in hopes that it means he will be there, too.

“Thanks, I will be sure to let him know. He has talked about you a few times, and hates himself for being so rude to you and your friends.” He says that in his super sexy voice, and if he was a phone sex operator, I would totally go broke calling him morning, noon, and night.

As I’m staring into his eyes, he has my complete and utter attention, so I don’t see Matt come up behind me. He grabs me around my waist, throws me over his shoulder, and runs to the river. A second later, I’m back underwater.

I thrash around trying to find the river bottom, and when my foot finally finds sand, I push off and rush back to the surface, gasping for air the moment my head is out of water.

“Matt, you fucking asshole!” I scream, quickly searching the area for my stallion.

Matt starts laughing and replies, “What? You looked like you needed some cooling off.”

I frantically scan the beach and am relieved when I see that Stallion Man is still standing where I left him. But his head is down looking at the sand; he’s not watching for me to come back. He gives a little kick that sends a small pile of sand flying off to the side, and he looks up just for a moment and catches my eyes. He smiles then nods his head in a
nice talking to you
kind of way. I’m frantically trying to get out of the water as I see him turn away and walk back toward his friends.

“No, wait, hold on!” I yell at him. He doesn’t seem to hear me.

No way! I’m going to miss my chance; I can feel it, and all because of Megan’s dildo with a pulse. He thought he was just being funny, but he often ends up deserving a nut punch.

I’m finally out of the water and can run after him, except by now he has already made it back to where his friends are standing, and they are talking again.

Do I go over and interrupt? What do I say?
I don’t want to miss out on this chance, probably my only chance to talk to him. I’m not sure why I’m being so shy. It isn’t like me to be. He came up to me first; why is this such a big deal? I suppose it’s because him talking to me was more of an apology than a real conversation.
Was there more he wanted to say, or was this just a courtesy beach-crossing to talk about George?

Oh, fuck it
. You only live once, right?
What is the worst thing that can happen?
He tells me he has a girlfriend, or even worse, a boyfriend? Maybe he will just tell me flat out that he is not interested, which would be worst of all. But all of those aren’t as bad as not knowing at all. However, by not knowing, I could keep my fantasies alive. I pause for a second; almost convincing myself that my fantasies are good enough, but if I have a chance at all with him I would much rather have the real thing.
Oh fuck this thinking crap, I need some action. I’m going to go for it.

I start to walk over and realize, holy shit, what do I say? I need to sound sexy and sweet, but not needy or clingy, all at the same time. As I get closer, I almost lose my nerve. When his friend sees me as I approach, he nods his head and says something I can’t hear; then the stallion turns and looks at me. Ok, no turning back now.
Here I go.