….The Spring Break Secrets

It was about time I went on a vacation.  My buddy from my prior post (Jakes roommate/lover/whatever) was suppose to go to Florida with me for spring break. He knew I needed a vacation, and we had become good friends and he had offered to pay most of the tab to go out there. As the time got closer, he was really fickle about it, so I said “Fuck it” and booked a flight myself. For just me. Booked a hotel room on the beach. For just me. And was adamant about not letting anyone hold me back from what I wanted to do. Yeah, it was quite daring to go down there alone, but hey, you only live once, and I wasn’t scared of much.

When I got to the hotel, I realized it wasn’t the greatest, but hey, I’m in Florida, I shouldn’t be spending time in a hotel room anyway. The first morning I was there, I looked over my private bedroom “balcony” down into the pool, and there was a cynderblock, a patio chair, and a banana peel in the pool. It didn’t seem like there was much spring break action in that area, but I’d make it work.  I got ready by myself, I went to the clubs by myself, I didn’t need anyone, even though I began to feel incredibly lonely. The first time I went to a nightclub there, I got trashed. Met a pretty cute guy that I had danced with, barely said a word to each other, but it was so packed in there that we had no choice but to be practically pressed against each other. The next thing I knew, I was dragging him into the handicapped stall in the womens bathroom and bending over the toilet seat for a quickie.  Another fantasy off the checklist.  Meeting a complete stranger, keeping it mysterious with only eye contact conversation, tossing the inhibitions out the window and then go in opposite directions with no explanation or conversation. It was exhilarating. Until I realized that the bastard stole the digital camera that my boss let me borrow that I left on top of the toilet paper holder. Great.

The next time I went to the club I stayed a little bit more sober, and tried to enjoy myself. The club was huge, and I found myself people watching most of the night. I met a guy who I was in no shape or form attracted to who actually lived in a city about 40 minutes from where I lived. We swapped thoughts on sports teams and hot spots in our home state. He was a pretty cool guy.  We chatted so much that the next thing I knew they were calling last call.  Him and his buddies were staying an hour away from the club and were trying to stay in a more local hotel so they wouldn’t have to drive back so far, and they offered me a ride back to my hotel. I was a little hesitant, but hey, I was at spring break alone. How much more risky does that get? Much more.

As I sat in the backseat with a car of three guys, I had to wait patiently for them to find a place first before everyone else booked up the rooms on the busy strip. When they finally found a place with vacancy, I had asked to use their bathroom while the driver was hitting on some girl that was standing in the parking lot. They let me in, but then they didn’t wanna let me out of the bathroom. One of the guys wanted to hook up and I was not about it and just tried joke around by brushing their advances off so I could just get back to my room. Well, the driver came into the room and was pissed because the girl from the parking lot turned him down and he didn’t like it. Next thing I knew, this guy was pulling out a gun saying that nobody was going anywhere. Was this really happening?? Was I going to get shot or gangbanged by these dudes all because the drivers ego was hurt? Oh my god, all I could think about was my mother and how I would never see her again. I tried to talk to one of the guys to tell him to calm his buddy down and to take me back to the hotel.  All I kept thinking is how I was scared that they weren’t gonna let me go because they thought I would go to the cops. I said my prayers in my head, and the guy said something to the driver in spanish, and he put the gun down and drove me back to the hotel.  Ever since then, I’m pretty sure I’m petrified of angry drunk men.

The next day, I spent the entire day in the heart of spring break. There was this one beautiful hotel that sat on the beach with a pool, a dj, contests, etc. It was pretty cool, but still a little boring. At the bar, there were these two guys that clearly wanted to be the center of attention, but they were hilarious! Very chatty, outgoing, just had a good vibe about these guys. They were passing info along that they were having a party in their hotel room that night and everyone was invited. Two good looking guys with awesome personalities having a party where there’s sober staff nearby? Sure, why not.  I ended up at the party and had a blast! These guys were great company even more than earlier that day. They had a king bed suite with a hot tub in their room with a walk out balcony where all the fun was happening.  It wasn’t long before I was in my bathing suit in the hot tub with a bottle of Malibu Rum thinking that spring break was finally picking up positive speed. I ended up passing out in a chair in their room from being too tired to walk back to my hotel, and the two guys slept in the bed. It was surprising that neither one tried to get fresh with me, which was actually a little comforting. We all instantly became friends and shared many laughs, and they offered to have me get all my stuff from my hotel room, check out, get my money back, and come stay with them. Wellllll…… that’s what I did.

So the fun began.  These guys were the center of attention, driving around the strip in an Infinity G35 with rims, a lighting system, and a stereo system.  TVs in the car and everything. The three of us stuck out like a sore thumb in a good way. I was so upset about the camera being stolen that I took my hotel refund and bought a camcorder, and so did they.  Of course it was their room, so they were always wanting to have girls come and hang out, and they treated me like a buddy of theirs, and being that close to a hot tub on spring break only frequently brought back the memories from my previous post.  I imagined these girls getting drunk and ending up in the hot tub and me being that girl they’ll never see again, and then everybodys inhibitions go out the window. Unfortunatly, these guys kept bringing back these two chicks back that were completely annoying. One wasn’t even attractive, and the other swore she was an awesome singer and of course the guys kept complimenting her on it to make them sound interested. They told me that. It was funny because she totally bought it. But kept singing. Annoying.   Their other friend from New York showed up a few days after I had gotten there, so I started hanging out with him while these other two guys were chatting up the cheeseballs.

Then one night, me and the guys headed out to the club for some dancing, and then the tube shots started flowing. By the time we got back to the room, we were all pretty toasty. I started playing around with my video camera, and one of the guys started playing around with theirs. Next thing you know, I hear the hot tub filling up…….  Needless to say, it was a crazy night. We both had the same video camera and luckily they got swapped by mistake before me coming home. And the one I ended up with had most of the footage. The other is probably still floating around in New York somewhere.

Dang, I didn’t feel it back then, but now I’m thinking I was kind of a slut…..


….The Hot Tub Experience

So there we were. Me and the birthday girl that I had known for years through school and we hung out here and there. Really nice girl, but a little wacky. I can’t put my finger on what it was about her but she always seemed a little, “off”.  As I sat on Jake’s couch next to his roommate, (Jake was vacationing in another country at the time) and she sat on the loveseat,  she casually says to me “You’ve kissed a girl before, right? What’s it like?” Now I can’t remember what exactly we were talking about that inspired her to ask me that. I’ve kissed plenty of girls before and had no problem discussing it. I’ve always been attracted to women. I had never gone further than kissing, but that’s only because I really didn’t know how to initiate anything smoothly and was afraid I’d freak the girl out. All the girls I’ve made out with was all pretty much under the same circumstances…. drunkenness. Which for ME, I’d think that would be the BEST time to take it another step and blame it on the alcohol the next day if the other person had regrets.  It was usually me making some sort of joke like that their boyfriend better watch out for me, or if they were single, I’d say something like we should just ‘totally date each other because I’d do you’ and play it from there.

Anyway, so I told her it’s no different than kissing a man, just a little more sensual and I’d be willing if she was willing. She came over and I kissed her for about a good 30 seconds. I looked over at the roomie and told him to start up the hot tub. All three of us ended up in there and them two started making out and I proceeded to go down on her. All I kept thinking is “Oh my god, is this really happening right now?”As I continued alternating between oral sex and finger foreplay, I don’t know if she really knew how to respond to all this and I tried not to be too pushy because I didn’t want her to flake out.  Obviously since I was the first girl she’s kissed, all of this other stuff was new to her as well. I couldn’t let her know what I wanted in return, because I didn’t wanna fuck it up. I quickly got a little bored and stepped aside. He had a glass shower in the bathroom as well so I showered while watching him fuck my friend. It was pretty hot, but weird how I was so casual about it after I got out the shower. Going into the kitchen to mix myself a drink, do a line and try to process my surroundings. Now looking back, I shoulda been more involved and taken advantage of this opportunity.  But she was kinda dull, and I’d much rather it be a female that can be just as feisty as myself and reciprocate.

The next morning, we went back to her place (just her and I). She lived with her mother, but her mother was also out of town.  Although being hungover, I still thought, hey, maybe this’ll be a second shot at this experience. With her mind more clear, I payed close attention of how she acted to ensure that this didn’t freak her out or ruin our relationship. She asked me to stay with her and go back to sleep.  I stayed, we did kiss  and touch a little bit, but that was it. We ended up falling asleep snuggling with each other.

The next thing I knew, I had myself a Stage 5 Clinger.

Her and I would go out to the club and I’d be talking to my guy friends and she’d get upset and tell them that they better know that I’m going home with her. She started trying to make out with me in front of guys just to get the guys attention. She was constantly up my ass (not literally) with everything and an emotional mess which I had to wean this girl off due to her annoyance.

At least I got to have somewhat of an experience that I was interested in having. It’s funny in a way since the best friend of the guy I had lost my virginity to spread a nasty rumor in high school that we had a threesome, which was not true, and I spent so much time trying to set the story straight, and then years later, it was something that I actually wanted to experience. I never really saw that girl again since she moved to New York with her family. She’s reached out to me on facebook, but that’s it.  As for the roomie, as we discussed the hot tub stuff, I had told him that was the farthest I had gone with a girl, and he had confessed that he had this huge crush on Jake and that they’ve hooked up quite a bit and that it was a huge secret.. Wow. Jake was a dead end road, and I’m pretty sure there was no way I’d end up sandwiched between Jake and the roomie.  From my sexcapade with Jake prior, it wouldn’t have even been worth it……