First of Spring (7/9)
It’s almost 1 pm in the afternoon, and the girls were already packed and ready to go. Their flight leaves in four hours.
“So Sarah… That was one helluva night,” her friend Chelsea commented as they walked around the beach front with chilled lattes in their hands. It’s for the hangover. “Yeah, tell me about it,” she answered looking dreamily at the shore, burrowing her feet under the warm sand. “Did he even see you?” the blond friend asked curiously. “I doubt that very much,” she replied. “I didn’t remove my mask until we were inside. It was very dark though,” her voice trailing off. “Oh Callies made love with a total, complete stranger!” Not really, she thought, his deep voice repeating inside her head. It’s Wentworth.
She wondered if she’ll ever see him again, hear his voice that makes her warm inside, or even make passionate love in somebody else’s bed with him, only him.
“Hey, did you strip for the bachelor?” her blond friend suddenly remembered. “Didn’t the Tom guy hire you to strip?”
Sarah laughed heavily at the thought of forgetting that she was supposed to strip for Kyle, the bachelor. “I totally forgot!” she exclaimed. The three of them laughed. “I think the quesadilla-war and peace guy saved you from the horrors, Sarah,” the raven haired friend finally said after almost five minutes of non-stop laughing. “Yeah, you think so too? Because I lied when I said that I was ready for anything, and I think by the time that they were looking for me I was in bed with Wentworth already,” she said without pausing. Her two friends looked at each other, and grinned. “Wentworth?!” they chorused. “He has a name, girls, we cannot call him quesadilla-war and peace guy for eternity!” she said. “You know what Sarah, I think you like him. What do you think Chelsea?” “I definitely think Sarah’s smitten. You have spring fever written all over you, Sarah!” The two friends beamed at the thought. Sarah’s face turned scarlet. “Whatever happened to spring break one night stands and flings, Chelsea, Andrea?” she turned her head from left to right in dismay. “Oh scrap that. You obviously had a great time last night. You talked non-stop with him for like three hours! I bet we haven’t talked that long yet.” Sarah took a deep breath, “I know we had something, I guess. But I was Margo last night, not Sarah.” “Well, were sure he was someone else too.”
She heard his voice inside her head again, It’s Wentworth.
There’s something about the way he said it that made her heart skip a beat.
They walked in silence for some more minutes, breathing the fresh air, trying to consolidate the whole Tijuana experience. She was still thinking about this Wentworth guy, at the bottom of her head something tells her that this is just a phase. That she will soon forget him, she’s young, and it’s her first spring break getaway. She’ll meet lots of other guys.
But remembering the way he looked at her, the way he touched her body, it made her feel secured. Safe. She wasn’t sure that’s what she is supposed to feel, considering the fact that he has not seen her face yet,
Maybe he’s had lots of sexual activities with many women during his spring breaks, she thought. She did not let her guards down during their conversation, and was consumed with thoughts of abstinence and STDs when he pressed his wet, longing lips on hers last night. She was blown away, unprepared for it, but deep inside her she wanted it to happen. And so it did.
“Is it possible to miss someone so soon?” she blurted out suddenly. Chelsea looked at her sadly, “Oh Sarah. Listen to me, this too shall pass. We wanted you to have fun.” Andrea joined in, “Trust me, you won’t remember him when we get back to Dartmouth.”
But hell yeah she remembered.
“So Sarah… That was one helluva night,” her friend Chelsea commented as they walked around the beach front with chilled lattes in their hands. It’s for the hangover. “Yeah, tell me about it,” she answered looking dreamily at the shore, burrowing her feet under the warm sand. “Did he even see you?” the blond friend asked curiously. “I doubt that very much,” she replied. “I didn’t remove my mask until we were inside. It was very dark though,” her voice trailing off. “Oh Callies made love with a total, complete stranger!” Not really, she thought, his deep voice repeating inside her head. It’s Wentworth.
She wondered if she’ll ever see him again, hear his voice that makes her warm inside, or even make passionate love in somebody else’s bed with him, only him.
“Hey, did you strip for the bachelor?” her blond friend suddenly remembered. “Didn’t the Tom guy hire you to strip?”
Sarah laughed heavily at the thought of forgetting that she was supposed to strip for Kyle, the bachelor. “I totally forgot!” she exclaimed. The three of them laughed. “I think the quesadilla-war and peace guy saved you from the horrors, Sarah,” the raven haired friend finally said after almost five minutes of non-stop laughing. “Yeah, you think so too? Because I lied when I said that I was ready for anything, and I think by the time that they were looking for me I was in bed with Wentworth already,” she said without pausing. Her two friends looked at each other, and grinned. “Wentworth?!” they chorused. “He has a name, girls, we cannot call him quesadilla-war and peace guy for eternity!” she said. “You know what Sarah, I think you like him. What do you think Chelsea?” “I definitely think Sarah’s smitten. You have spring fever written all over you, Sarah!” The two friends beamed at the thought. Sarah’s face turned scarlet. “Whatever happened to spring break one night stands and flings, Chelsea, Andrea?” she turned her head from left to right in dismay. “Oh scrap that. You obviously had a great time last night. You talked non-stop with him for like three hours! I bet we haven’t talked that long yet.” Sarah took a deep breath, “I know we had something, I guess. But I was Margo last night, not Sarah.” “Well, were sure he was someone else too.”
She heard his voice inside her head again, It’s Wentworth.
There’s something about the way he said it that made her heart skip a beat.
They walked in silence for some more minutes, breathing the fresh air, trying to consolidate the whole Tijuana experience. She was still thinking about this Wentworth guy, at the bottom of her head something tells her that this is just a phase. That she will soon forget him, she’s young, and it’s her first spring break getaway. She’ll meet lots of other guys.
But remembering the way he looked at her, the way he touched her body, it made her feel secured. Safe. She wasn’t sure that’s what she is supposed to feel, considering the fact that he has not seen her face yet,
Maybe he’s had lots of sexual activities with many women during his spring breaks, she thought. She did not let her guards down during their conversation, and was consumed with thoughts of abstinence and STDs when he pressed his wet, longing lips on hers last night. She was blown away, unprepared for it, but deep inside her she wanted it to happen. And so it did.
“Is it possible to miss someone so soon?” she blurted out suddenly. Chelsea looked at her sadly, “Oh Sarah. Listen to me, this too shall pass. We wanted you to have fun.” Andrea joined in, “Trust me, you won’t remember him when we get back to Dartmouth.”
But hell yeah she remembered.