Virginia Beach Pt. 02

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Edited by Quinn McMullen

This story was originally all together in one part. After many kind comments I have expanded several sections and divided it into three parts to make it easier for you the reader. All characters are at least 18 years of age. Special thanks to Quinn McMullen for all his efforts with editing. It was no small task!

Dear Diary,

Today is Thursday

Okay, so a twist in the narrative. I met someone my own age today. Well, almost my own age. When I got up this morning the rain had stopped. As I performed my morning ritual of walking a lap around the resort there was a break in the clouds and actual sunshine touched my skin. Despite myself, I felt a little better. I guess the weather has matched my mood this last week.

As the sun-kissed my skin it felt wonderful. I decided to sulk by the pool today. So for the first time this trip, I put on my suit and headed to the pool. Apparently, all the old people had the same idea. I managed to find a corner by myself and away from the two gawkers over by the Tiki Hut. I just hoped they stayed on their side of the pool today. I hate when the creepy guy talked to me.

I started rubbing the tanning lotion on my skin and was engulfed with the smell of coconut. My heart sank as I thought of Janet and Jake. No doubt he had rubbed the same oil into her naked body. I was sure they were having the time of their life.

Oh, that’s my new thing by the way. I take any activity I am doing and picture Janet and Jake doing it while having sex. Yeah, I’m losing it.

Anyway, when I heard someone sit down on the lounge behind me it snapped me out of my daydream. Janet and Jake were going to have to wait. My shoulders sank as I prepared myself for an awkward unwanted conversation.

“Hey there!” came a chipper female voice from behind me.

Well, at least it’s not the old creepy guy trying to pry into my day with questions. You think he could take a hint.

I turned to face the intruder.

“Hey,” I said casually.

“Weather finally broke.” She continued in a very upbeat chipper tone.

“Yeah,” I said with a bit more optimism in my voice as my eyes caught her side profile.

My heart leaped as I realized it was another life from my own age. Then I found myself staring at her awkwardly for several seconds before realizing I was gawking.

She had fair, but deeply bronzed skin. She barely wore a micro bikini. Her waist-long blond hair was in a half-up fishtail braid, and she had sky-blue eyes. Yes, those blue eyes that turned and met mine were even more mesmerizing than Jake’s. She was a sight to behold, and, at that moment, I knew in my soul I needed her to be my friend.

That sounds kind of crazy right? But something happened when our eyes met. I am almost positive she felt it too because her face seemed to brighten even more. I wish I could describe what happened at that moment. I wish I could bottle it and revisit it. Maybe I am just being weird and overreacting after going five days with no contact with anyone even remotely my age.

OK, back on track. So, her name is Allie, she is 29 so a little older than me. She is married and her husband’s name is Brett. They are supposed to be staying at the gigantic resort about a mile from here, but apparently, with the tropical storm something happened with some of the rooms, so they will be staying here until something becomes available.

I haven’t met Bret yet; he was off at some meet and greet or something. If he is half as cool as she is, things just got remarkably better in my life. I’ll write more later. We are going to have lunch together then do some tourist shopping.

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Dear Diary,

Today Is Friday

I don’t think I will be able to sleep tonight. Today was such an adventure. First, I met Brett when I went to lunch with Allie. I wasn’t prepared. He is absolutely stunning. I hope Allie didn’t mind I was basically drooling all over him. Imagine young Brad Pitt with glasses at twenty-five. Brett’s a bit slimmer though. I don’t think I have ever seen a more perfectly matched couple. They seem so in love.

Brett and Allie are a stark contrast to my parents for sure. My parents hardly ever do anything together anymore.

Even here on vacation, Dad keeps his same schedule. He gets up sometime between four-thirty or five in the morning. Then he goes on a run. After that, it’s a quick shower before he makes breakfast.

That’s usually about the time I get up, way, way earlier than I want to. I can smell the toast and coffee and despite myself, just the smell of coffee wakes me up.

Reluctantly I make my way out to the kitchenette. He has breakfast waiting for me. It’s a routine we have had for as long as I can remember. It’s the only real time I ever spend with my dad. We don’t talk much, but he is one of those people you just like to be around even if you’re not interacting.

He just sips his coffee and reads the paper. Yup, still reads an old-school newspaper. My Dad is anything, but modern. Then he usually does work stuff for a few hours until Üsküdar Escort Mom gets up. At least she has the right Idea. This is a vacation we should be sleeping in right. Anyway, she usually wakes up just before lunch. Maybe around eleven.

She is usually nursing a hangover, so Dad is quick to have a Bloody Mary ready for her. Hair of the dog he calls it. That usually sets her right and her mood lightens.

It’s odd to see Mom hungover now that I think about it. At home, drinking is a big taboo. Dad sometimes drinks scotch but mostly no one drinks. I guess it’s a vacation from the rules, well for some of us anyway.

Once Mom starts to feel normal, there is a short speech from Dad on responsibility, then they disappear for the rest of the day. Dad gets back around nine, but no later than eleven. He is usually a little more than drunk and the joke’s that he turns into a pumpkin after midnight.

Mom rolls in sometime between when I fall asleep and when I get up in the morning. Ironic isn’t it that even though I am now a full-fledged adult I am not allowed to be out past ten, not allowed to drink, do drugs, have friends, or do anything that even resembles dating or having fun in any way. The Queen Mother however, can come in at any hour three sheets to the wind.

Okay, Okay, I am not going to let them ruin my evening.

So, I guess that’s usually the order of events. Well, except this morning. This morning I was awakened to the sounds of Mom and Dad laughing. I looked at the clock and it was almost six. I pressed my pillow over my head to block the sound, but now my mind was awake. Resentfully I swung my feet out of my bed, Dad would have coffee ready in a few minutes anyway.

I slipped my flip-flops on and went to see what had mother up and in such rare form at this early hour. They were laughing and talking in hushed tones as I walked into the kitchen. Dad saw me and shushed Mom, she turned and saw me then burst out laughing as she made the shushing sound.

“Something funny?” I quipped.

“Nothing,” Mom said between giggles, “I just love you two so much” she gushed.

I gave her a “Who are you and where is my mother” look, Dad pulled her close and told her he loved her too. Then she wobbled a little and belched. She laughed again and said sorry covering her face.

Who was this woman standing in the kitchen and what had she done with my real Mom? She started to walk towards me, no stumble would be a better word. I got a good look at her. I barely recognized the woman standing before me.

She wore a short silver sparkly mini skirt split to her hip. It had an open back top made from the same material which accentuated her already ample breasts. The straps from the top crisscrossed her chest ending as a choker around her neck. She had fishnet stockings on and was holding a pair of stiletto heels in her right hand. To top it off, she was in full makeup. From foundation to eyeliner which had smudged a little, she was completely dolled up and topped off with cherry red lipstick.

I don’t think I have ever seen Mom in full makeup. Not like this. She didn’t wear dresses, let alone skirts. Mom was always in tan capris, a polo shirt, and white tennis shoes. She looks 20 years younger. She looked, dare I say it, fun.

She gave me a hug and her perfume enveloped me. She smelled like vanilla and sugar.

“I need to get to bed,” she said as she clung to me.

I swear if I would have let go, she would have fallen to the floor. Dad came up alongside us and took her from me. “Okay Sweetie, let’s get you to bed.”

She didn’t argue, but asked if he were coming.

Dad looked nervously over at me and said, “Not right now.”

Mom began to whine and beg saying she needed him.

Okay, this went from very awkward to off the scale. I turned and walked outside to try and process what had just happened and clear my head. The sun was out so I slipped back into the suite long enough to change into my suit and grab the tanning oil.

Wow! Talk about a rabbit trail, I wonder if this is how my brain works in real life. So, I guess I said all that to say about how Brett and Allie are awesome. Brett had a seminar or something he had to get to, so that left Allie and me to ourselves. I think we went to all the little tourist trap shops around the resort.

We talked about everything and nothing all day. It was refreshing and I feel like maybe the universe is smiling on me just a little today. Unfortunately, Allie said she was meeting some friends with Brett at the other resort that night and they wouldn’t be back until late. Then she asked if I was up to hanging out in the morning. She said Brett had some stuff to do and she could use the company. I got so excited I am surprised I didn’t scare her away.

It’s crazy how I feel like Allie and I have known each other our whole life. We have spent like what, like six hours together. Maybe I am just that pathetic and starved for attention. Anyway, I am tired and need to try and sleep.

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Dear Diary,

Today is Escort Üsküdar Monday

Ok, so I didn’t write anything yesterday or the day before. Is it weird I feel a little guilty about not writing? All I can say is it has been a crazy couple of days.

So, a couple of things. First the large resort next door is a swinger’s resort. Allie mentioned it in passing the other morning at breakfast. I acted as if I already knew it was, but I think she could tell I had no idea. Or maybe she was just gauging my reaction because, hello, that’s where they are supposed to be staying and that means they are swingers. I was pretty shocked, although I think I played it cool.

I just casually asked how long they had been in the lifestyle.

She looked at me curiously, “We’ve always had an open relationship, but we’re were new to the lifestyle. We’re just putting our toes in the water so to speak, just to see what was out there.”

I said, “I have always wondered about the lifestyle myself.”

Allie laughed, “Oh, really! You’re interested in the lifestyle?”

“Sure”, I retorted a little too defensively.

Honestly, the thought had never crossed my mind. I don’t know why I lied to Allie, maybe I didn’t want her to think I was uncool. Well now the deed was done, and I was apparently interested in the swinging lifestyle.

Allie smirked and said, “Well Brett will be happy to hear that. He was wondering if there was a bit more to your flirting.”

I am not sure how red I turned, but my face felt as if it were on fire. Allie picked up her cell and texted something.

“What are you doing,” I asked incredulously.

“Just texting Brett to let him know you are into him.” She said innocently,

I sat up in my chair, “You are not!”

She handed me the phone and she had so. The text just said, “She’s totally into you.”

My mouth dropped open as I looked over at Allie who was trying to look innocent. The phone shook and I looked back to see a reply from Brett.

“Great! Ask her if she wants to join us tonight for some dogging.”

“What did he say?”

“He just invited me on a date,” I said tossing the phone back to Allie.

She looked at the screen and laughed. “So, you’re in?” She said looking doubtful.

“What’s the timeframe?” I asked.

She gave me a thoughtful look and then said, “Well, we usually set out around nine. That’s when it seems there is the most activity anyway. Things seem to die down after midnight, so we usually head back to our room around then. Sound good?”

“Yeah, sounds great!” I lied. Well, I didn’t lie exactly.

I stood when Allie stood and returned her embrace. She whispered in my ear, “I’m pretty excited you’re coming along with us. See you in a few hours. We will meet you at the pool Tiki bar at nine.”

I watched in semi-disbelief as she walked away. Once the spell of her presence was broken, I began to nervously wonder what I was getting myself into. I mean I had no idea what dogging was.

The first thing that popped in my head as I thought about it, was maybe it would be Brett doing me doggy style. The thought made me flush, and at the same time, I felt sexual energy flutter in my nether regions. I mean they were swingers, so apparently, Brett and I would be doing it at some point right?

To say I was a bit frazzled was an understatement. I spent the rest of the afternoon trying to decide what I was going to wear. I hadn’t packed to have fun on this trip. I ended up doing some shopping on Gram, settling on a pair of cut-offs, a lacy red thong, and a baby tee with no bra. No bra because I hadn’t packed any of the sexy ones and none in the shops fit me quite right. All I had with me was old reliable. It was comfortable and got the job done. I had not even washed it all week and there was no way I was going to have Brett see me in it. So, no bra it was.

For the next phase of my plan, I pulled my night shirt over my clothes and got in bed to wait for Dad to get home. Most nights I was still up. Tonight, however, I thought it would be better if I was already in bed feigning sleep. Dad usually showered and was in bed within ten minutes of getting home. So, if he rolled in by nine, like most nights, then I should only be about fifteen minutes late meeting them.

He didn’t come home. At nine-fifteen I mustered my courage and left the suite. I was going to just run to the Tiki bar and tell them I had something come up and I would be back in a little bit. I began to think of what could have possibly come up that didn’t sound lame as I carefully made my way down to the pool.

Sticking to the shadows the best I could. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw Allie and Brett sitting at the bar. Then my heart sank when I saw who was sitting next to them chatting away. Mom and Dad! Of course, how could I forget Mom was out here tying one on every night? What was I thinking by agreeing to meet them in the one place my mother was guaranteed to be?

I looked around at all the old people as it slowly dawned on me. I had set myself up for Üsküdar Escort Bayan failure. My parents were at least thirty years younger than anyone else here. Anyone, but Bret and Allie. Realizing there wasn’t going to be any dogging for me, I tucked my tail between my legs and headed back to my room.

Shortly after my second crying spell, I heard my Dad come in. I looked at the clock. It was nine fifty-five. Maybe it wasn’t too late. I controlled my breathing and feigned sleep when I heard the door to my room open. Then just like every night, I heard the click of the latch as Dad closed it.

My mind began to race. Did I dare try and go back down to see if they were still there? What would I do about Mom? My thoughts were interrupted by Mom’s laugh. I listen carefully as I heard Mom and Dad, talking in hushed tones, make their way past my room heading back to their room.

I heard the bedroom door shut and it was silent. Like a flash, I was out of bed and putting my clothes back on. Then as quietly as possible I made my way out of the suite stepping on every squeaky board in the place. I hadn’t even realized the floors squeaked.

Once outside I hurled myself toward the bar. I got a few looks as I barreled by several elderly folks. When I could see it, I slowed my pace and franticly began looking to where I had last seen them.

The place was packed, but the two chairs at the end of the bar where Brett and Allie had been sitting were now occupied by someone else. I made two laps around the area sticking to the shadows but couldn’t see them. Then I saw my mother sitting with a group of people. Holy Crap, how did she get back out here so fast I wondered? She must have only gone back with Dad to change. I gave one more quick look around, but still no Brett and still no Allie.

I sat down on the bench and tried not to cry. I breathed in the cool tropical air and after a few minutes, I began to regain my composure. What the hell was I doing? I’m not a swinger. I sure as hell never wanted to share Jake. I mean just the thought of him being with Janet made my blood boil.

Now I had agreed to do something I had no idea what it was with people I didn’t know. Am I that desperate for attention that I will do anything just to have a friend?

As I reflected on all the despair in my life I heard someone call my name. I looked up and standing in front of me was Allie, her arm locked with Brett’s.

“Are you ok, have you been crying?” Allie was at my side in an instant, does this have to do with us?”

The question caught me off guard, “No, of course not, I, I, just have some family issues I am working through, It’s not you guys. I just didn’t want you to see me like this.” Well, that was sort of the truth this time at least.

Allie took my hand reassuringly, “We can just hang out at the Tiki Hut if you want. We don’t have to go out.”

My eyes snapped to hers, “No!” I said a little more panicked than I meant to. “I want to go with you guys tonight.”

Allie leaned forward and looked deep into my eyes, “You sure, we don’t have to do anything.”

“No”, I said, my voice steady now, “I need this. I need to do something fun to get my mind off everything.”

Now I felt Brett’s hand on mine. It was so warm. He gently pulled me to my feet.

“There is one thing we need to get out of the way first though.” He said looking devious.

I looked up into Brett’s eyes and asked, “What’s that?”

Then I felt his mouth on mine. Our lips seemed to melt together. I felt the flick of his tongue as his arms enveloped me. And for a moment I was somewhere else. I don’t know where, lost in time maybe. Then as unexpectedly as it had happened, it was over.

“We good my little unicorn?” He asked

“Yeah”, I said, my voice sounded breathy and wanting.

Allie touched my cheek tenderly and I turned to face her. She was smiling, “Are WE good?” she asked quirking one eyebrow.

“I think so.”

“Good,” she said, let’s go dogging.

So two things, one the people at the resort next door are not old. They are young, beautiful, and full of life. And number two, dogging is not sex doggie style. Well not exactly.

Yeah, I was confused too. Apparently, dogging is when you go out and watch other people have sex. So, sex is involved but you’re not having it.

As we made our way down the beach, we passed gazebo after gazebo with all sorts of people in different sexually charged situations. The sound of pleasure filled the air all around us and I could feel the energy start to stir in me.

Allie explained they had been dogging to try and get used to the idea of people having sex around them. Allie explained that neither of them had been with someone else since they had been together. Brett said they had always agreed on an open relationship and an open marriage, but in truth didn’t know where to start. Then they had been invited to the resort by one of Brett’s friends and booked a flight.

Allie whispered, “Let’s go down here, it’s not as crowded.”

We made our way along a torch-lit path to a gazebo glowing with soft candlelight. It was surrounded by a cluster of palm trees. It was quite picturesque with the stars and moon set in the background. Once we got closer, I could see the little benches around the outside of the gazebo for people to sit on.

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