“I noticed we have a wet bar in our room. Do we have everything I need to make mojitos?” I asked.
“No. I could make you a pitcher and bring it over,” she suggested to help solve my dilemma.
I stopped and did a double-take. From the way she said it, I wasn’t sure that was a good idea. If I’d been on my own and single, I would have been all for it. She sported large breasts and what looked like a butt that would make the Kardashians jealous. Now, I wasn’t usually into that sort of body type—but damn! Still, I wasn’t sure I could handle three girls.
“How about you make me a pitcher now, and I call you if we need another?” I suggested.
She did and handed me a note with her number on it.
“Call me,” she urged.
Brook was so dumping me if she were able to read my mind right now. I took a deep breath and scampered off before things got out of hand.
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I could hear the music from our unit before I even got there. Thankfully, we were the only guests today, or there might have been some complaints. I opened the door and was blasted with sound. It made me feel old when my first thought was to turn it down. I rejected that impulse and went looking for the girls and found them dancing out on the pool deck.
Chloe spotted the pitcher I was carrying and promptly downed her drink. This would become an alcohol-fueled mistake if I weren’t careful. I remembered that I hadn’t brought any condoms since Brook and I didn’t use them. I wondered if the front desk would send someone to buy me a box.
When Chloe put a lip-lock on Brook, that decided it. I stepped into the bedroom, closed the door, and called. The girl at the front desk didn’t even act surprised; she just asked how many I wanted. I didn’t want to have to call again, so I ordered a twelve-pack. If I used all of that today, I might well end up a husk of my former self.
I heard the music get turned down and changed to something sexier. The bedroom door burst open, and I saw that Brook and Chloe had lost their tops as they jumped onto our bed.
“Join us,” Brook said.
“I will in a moment,” I said, and then smiled. “Do carry on.”
“He is such a perv sometimes. I think he just wants to watch,” Brook told Chloe.
“I went to all-girl boarding schools, so I’m fine if he wants to miss out on the fun.”
It sounded like Chloe might be just into girls. Brook gave me a questioning look.
“Condoms” was my one-word answer.
“You don’t need one on my account,” Chloe offered. “I broke up with my boyfriend before coming to the States and haven’t been with anyone since. They made me take a physical before I could start filming, and I came back with a clean bill of health.”
I was tempted, but was saved by the knock at the door. I found my wallet and pulled out a large bill for a tip. The guy at the door tried to look in, but I blocked his view. He handed them over and smiled when he saw the money.
“Let me know if you run out or need any help,” he suggested.
It started to sound like the staff here was used to getting a little wild with the guests. It also added to the creep factor from earlier when I suspected that they were all talking about us. I nodded and started to close the door.
“Just call the front desk and ask for Rob. I get off in a couple of hours.”
“Sure,” I said as I closed the door and vowed that would never happen.
I came back in to see the girls hadn’t waited for me. Brook looked up and saw me, then got Chloe’s attention.
“Looks like our little Boy Scout is now prepared.”
“Take them off,” Chloe said, pointing at my swimsuit.
I peeled them down, and Mr. Happy came out and waved at them. Chloe’s eyes got big.
“Holy crap, you weren’t kidding. He’s huge.”
“Careful. His ego is big enough for three guys as it is. We don’t need to be inflating it any more than it already is,” Brook said to slow Chloe down.
“My ex has a really, really, incredibly small penis,” Chloe shared.
“Seriously!” Brook gasped and then giggled.
“Don’t laugh,” she said solemnly. “This is the God’s honest truth. I think every guy I’ve been with came up with the same ‘it’s not the size of the ship, it’s the motion of the ocean’ shit. You know where that came from? Men with little willies.”
They dissolved into giggles, and I found the humor in that, even though no guy wants to be around girls when they start to make fun of our junk. Chloe looked me over and got a frown on her face.
“You sure you want to be dating this guy?”
That took us both aback.
“I’m just saying. Guys today seem to be what I call a man-child. They’re old enough to be grown-up men, but act like they’re still little boys. This one is too good-looking to settle down,” Chloe said wisely.
“This I have to hear,” I said and sat down on the edge of the bed as I forgot about what Mr. Happy wanted.
Brook nodded, so Chloe continued.
“The typical man-child is the guy who never wants to work or dream or do anything. That is, except watch streaming video, play video games, or just kick back and relax. His biggest ambition is to figure out something fun to do or where he will get drunk this weekend.
