Sasha (Mixed Drinks #1) (6 page)

I’ve finally evaded the crowds in a secluded area when I hear that sexy voice again. “Hey, wait. Where are you going?” I close my eyes, hoping it was just my imagination. I keep them closed while I turn toward the sound, and when I open them again, I see Stallion Man jogging towards me.

Oh this is bad
. I start telling myself that I’m not going to puke.
I will not puke! Oh shit... I might puke... Oh fuck, here it comes.
I turn away and bend over, leaning on my knees and open my mouth.

“BUUUUURP! Buuuuurp!”

One of the loudest burps of my life comes out, followed by a few smaller yet equally impressive burps, finally ending with a few aftershocks. I stay hunched over, just in case, even though I can feel that the pressure in my stomach is gone. I go ahead and stand up straight, looking back toward my stallion, only to find that his jaw is practically on the ground. From either shock or disgust, I’m not sure which. I can’t imagine that the giant burp he just heard me deliver gave him any idea of my bedroom abilities, other than it’s the equivalent of being a spitter. But on the bright side, at least I didn’t puke.
Right?

“GOOD PUSH.”

Judging from the tone, I’m sure if I were to look at him, I would see a big smile on his face.

I finally turn to look behind me, and I see him standing there with his arms crossed. Yes, as predicted, I see the big smile staring back at me.

“I would say you get an ‘A’ for that performance back there. However, the backstage experience could use some work,” he adds.

I shoot him a cute little
oops was that me
look and say, “Well, it may not have been very ladylike, but I bet I put to shame anything you and your friends could do.”

“Touché, Sasha, touché. “ The sound of him using my name weakens my knees. I want to hear him say it again and again, preferably while giving me the best sex of my life. I would want him to call out my name while telling me how I make him so hard.

Wait! What?
I’m quickly thrust back to reality, slamming the breaks on the fantasy that was about to play out in my mind. How does he know my name?
Shit!
He must have heard it and remembered it from when Megan and Sadie came to get me earlier. Wait a minute; how is it that I haven’t heard his name? Or have I, and I have just been so distracted that I just didn’t pay attention to it?
Damn you, imagination!
I have to stay focused on the present and not let my mind run away on some sexual vacation!
Ok, let’s see if I can flirt my way to getting his name.
I mean, god forbid I should just come out and say,
Hey, what’s your name?
That would just be too lame.

“So you seem to have me at a disadvantage here,” I say with a slight flirtatious swing in my shoulder and my hands behind my back, as if to tease him.

“Oh yeah, how’s that?” he asks in an equally playful tone.

“Well, it seems that you know my name, even though I don’t know yours.”

“
Ooooh
that. Yeah, I suppose I do.” I notice him slowly moving closer to me as he says this.

“So what should I call you? Or I should I just make a name up for you? I’m very good at that.”

He is now standing right in front of me. He is so close that I can feel his breath on my face. I think he is just about to kiss me. Or at least I hope he does, even if I don’t yet know his name. He is looking deep into my eyes, and I can feel my heart beating a million miles a minute. He isn’t saying anything, just continues to look at me. Should I say something or make the first move? Is this one of those moments you see in romantic comedies where the guy makes the walk over to the girl to give her the puppy dog eyes, and she jumps into his arms, kissing him, and they live happily ever after?

Oh fuck it!
I move the extra few inches closer to him, and in that moment, he grabs the back of my head and pulls me to his lips. He starts off so soft yet firm, and as our mouths open I can feel the passion he is desperately try to hold back.
Why is he holding back?
He could do anything he wanted to right now and I wouldn’t object. As we come up for air, we look into each other’s eyes.
I want him to take me now.
I need him to tear off my bathing suit and put himself inside me.

I move in closer for another round, and he grabs me more passionately. I can feel his other hand as it moves down my back. He grabs my ass and gives it a squeeze, pulling me even closer still, if that is even possible. I move away, just enough to give me access to the tie on the front of his swimming trunks. I’m starting to work the knot when the kissing stops and he moves his head away from mine. “I think we should slow down.”

Taking a deep breath, I can feel that certain parts of him do not agree with what his mouth is saying. “I’m not that drunk. I’m good with this, and I want you, here and now.” I say desperately, still trying to untie the knot.

He takes my hands away and looks into my eyes. He sighs deeply then says, “I didn’t really come prepared for this type of activity, and you don’t even know my name yet. I think you might regret it later.”

I have been fantasizing about him for a whole week, and I feel like I know him better than I should at this point. I gave him a name.
Stallion Man
. I’ve wanted him so badly, and now that he is actually here, I’m gonna get beaver blocked by a lack of good planning.
Just my luck
. It’s just been so long since I had really good sex, and he seems like he could actually satisfy my cravings.
At least he does in my fantasies
. At this moment, I want to run around the beach asking everyone for a condom. However, that might give off the impression that I am desperate, and who wants some desperate chick on the beach, pawing all over them?
That is the recipe for a stalker right there.

“I know, you’re right. We should slow down,” I say as I back away a little and adjust my bikini top. “So, what now?” I ask, as this slightly awkward moment is now staring us both in the face and we desperately try to avoid eye contact. We were so close! I was finally going to feel him inside me at last.
Note to self: sew a pocket into my bikini top and insert condom, for emergency use only.
I see him adjusting his swimming trunks over and over, so it obviously took a lot of strength for him to slam on the breaks.

Ok, so now it was time to break the ice that is now rapidly forming between us. “Let’s get back to your name. I take it you want me to make one up for you?” I figure if he wants to play, then I will play.

He lets out a cute little half-laugh and says, “Sure, why not.”

I pause for a moment, to let him think that I’m contemplating a name for him, when really he could be nothing else except My Stallion. However, I don’t need him knowing that I have been calling him that for the last week.

“I think I will call you… Stallion,” I say in the cutest flirty voice I can muster. As soon as the words leave my lips, I regret them.
What if he thinks it is the dumbest name in the world?

“Stallion?” he repeats, laughing
.

Oh crap.
It was dumb, not cute; just the most ridiculous thing I could have said. I was hoping for a
you can call me whatever you want, as long as I can call you mine
kind of response. I get a belly laugh instead. Double crap.
I need to think of something to say, and fast
.

“Well, you did save me and my friends while we were damsels in distress, as if you were a knight riding in on his Stallion.” I explain, quickly trying to justify the private nickname I just blurted out

His laugh diminishes into a smirk. His eyes have changed, as if he’s now looking through me and not at me. They stay that way for a brief moment, and then he is back, looking at my eyes normally. “I was happy to be of service to you, my lady,” he says with a bow. “So shall we rejoin the others, before I have to take a dip in the river in lieu of a cold shower?” he says with a slight smile.

“Oh, ok. Yeah, I suppose we should do that. I’m sure Megan and Sadie are wondering where I am, and you haven’t done your beer bong yet.” I’m not sure if he senses my disappointment as I speak, but if he does, he doesn’t show it.

The sun was starting to set now, and it would begin to get cooler soon. As we get back to where the beer bong show went down, the crowd had settled down and was starting to dwindle. As evening set in, the beach had cleared as most people needed to get back to the boat landings before dark. We had already decided a few days ago to sleep out on the beach, so Matt and Will were starting to set up our tents. Each of theirs was already up, and they were starting on my little two-man tent that has a reservation for just one tonight.

There is talk of getting a bonfire going, so some of the guys went off to go look for some firewood. We overheard the conversation on our walk back, and my stallion offers to help. For a brief moment, I think he does just to get away from me. Except then he grabs the neck of his shirt and quickly pulls it over his head. The remaining sun shines on his tan skin, the evening shadows highlighting the definition of his rock hard abs. I’m staring at him wide-eyed, and I can feel the drool forming in my mouth. I snap out of it when he tosses his white T-shirt at me and says, “Hold on to that for me, will you? I would hate to get it dirty. Just yet,” he says with a wink.

I clutch the shirt to my chest as I watch him run toward the tree line. I‘m left to wonder what exactly is going on here.
Again with the sexual innuendoes
. I’ve never really had a guy give me mixed signals like this before. Guys are normally pretty readable, for the most part. I shake my head and start scanning the beach for Megan and Sadie. I see them over by the boat washing off their feet, getting really to put some warmer clothes on.

As I near my friends, they shout my name and start jumping up and down in excitement. They are clearly foaming at the mouth, wanting all the juicy details from my sexcapade with Stallion Man. As I get closer, they can see the disappointment on my face and quickly grill me for the story.

“Oh no, Sasha, was it not good?” Megan asks in a compassionate tone.

“What? Huh? Oh, no we didn’t, um yeah... We kissed, and it was amazing. I’m sure it would have gone further, except that we were a bit, unprepared, if you know what I mean.”

“Oh my god! Well, kissing is a good start! So, how does he kiss?” Sadie asks.

I go into all the little details about the kiss, and about the weird, piercing look he gave me. Then I imagine what would have happened if he had been prepared, while still listening to my friends tell me about the random, stupid shit that went on since I disappeared. I would have hoped to be in a state of ecstasy right about now, letting my orgasm-filled lady bits settle down after the earthquake that it would have just experienced, but no, we just kissed. I’m starting to get all wet and horny. I would say again, but I’m not sure it ever really stopped.

I see the guys coming back from collecting wood, and I notice My Stallion gazing at me as he unloads a large bundle into the pile. He smiles and winks at me, and then heads back off to the tree line.

THE BONFIRE WAS NOW IN full effect. The bright, flickering glow from the fire just magnified the unwavering urge to mount My Stallion. We had been flirting from a distance for a few hours now. Me, on my side of the fire with my friends, and him on his side, with his friends. I want so badly to go over there and talk to him. But I’m not sure I could hold a conversation long before I start begging for him to grab a sandwich bag and just take me now.
Man, I need to get laid
.

Somewhere around 2am, most people had gone back to their boats or tents to sleep. The last few people were now saying their goodnights, including my friends.

Megan gives me a wink and says, “Have fun,” before she heads off to her tent with Matt. Soon it will be just Stallion Man and I alone on the beach. I see him saying goodnight to one of his friends, off to my left. As they are talking, he looks over at me. They do the requisite male fist bump, and he starts walking toward me.

“Bash,” he says with a smirk.

“Huh?” I ask, confused.

“That’s my name. Well, it’s Sebastian, but my friends call me Bash.” He continues, while grabbing a chair and setting it next to mine.