Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
“Maybe I’ll do a video and rap my response, Fresh Prince-style.” I laughed.
Summer smiled, but shook her head. “Probably best not to poke the bear.”
“Weren’t you the one instructing me to have more fun the rest of the summer?”
“I was. But let’s not get kicked off the island before you even get laid.”
I went home alone. Again.
Though, at least, it wasn’t because of lack of opportunity this time. A few weeks ago, Summer and Charlie had met these two guys at the beach. Tonight we’d hung out with them at one of the local bars, along with a few of their buddies. One of their housemates, Ian, was actually cute and seemed super interested in me. We really hit it off. Yet, for some reason, I got the distinct feeling that Ian hit it off with a different girl every night. So when he asked if he could walk me home, I’d declined. Now I was sitting in my room all alone, second-guessing that decision. It had been almost six months since Nathan and I split up, which meant it was closer to seven since I had had sex.
After I got changed and climbed into bed, I still felt wide awake. Actually, if I were being honest, what I felt was horny. Ian had given me his number. But I’d never had a no-strings-attached hookup in my life, so I wasn’t even sure what I would say if I managed to get up the nerve to call.
Maybe I should text him instead.
But what the hell would I send?
Hey! Are you tired? Because you naked keeps running through my mind.
Or perhaps something more romantic…like poetry.
Roses are red, violets are blue. I like spaghetti. So come over, let’s screw.
Something cheekier…
Hey. In my mind, we’re going to have sex tonight, so you might as well come over and be in the room.
Oh my God. I had to be the biggest dork. Who was I kidding? I wasn’t going to send him any of those texts. Maybe I should call? Tell him I’m still thinking about him and see where things go from there.
I picked up my cell from the nightstand and stalled for a bit…checking Instagram and Snapchat, scrolling through email and popping onto Facebook. When I finally grew bored, I took a deep breath and went to my Contacts. Only, I inadvertently hit the button next to Contacts...and wound up in Recent Calls. Looking down, I was about to swipe back, but the last number I’d dialed caught my eye. It was a local number on Fire Island, and I was momentarily confused about who I’d talked to for six minutes last night.
Until I remembered the guy from the bathroom wall.
Silas.
I bet Mr. Good Time would be able to give me some advice on how to handle a booty call. Calling him felt totally different than calling Ian for some reason. I felt absolutely no pressure about anything. In fact, unlike my hesitation about the guy I’d spent actual time with tonight, I didn’t waste another minute debating over calling. Instead, I hit Call and laid back on the bed.
He answered on the second ring. In my semi-drunken state last night, I’d forgotten how gravelly and deep his voice was.
“What color are your underwear, Lola?” he said.
I smiled, even though he couldn’t obviously see it. “I need some help, Mr. Good Time.”
“I figured that, since you called. Now tell me what you have on.”
“I actually didn’t call for that. I thought maybe you could give me some advice. You know, since obviously you know how to have a good time.”
“I told you, I have no idea who wrote that on the bathroom wall.”
“Well, obviously it was written by a satisfied customer. And that’s what I want to talk you about.”
“You want to talk about how I’ve satisfied other women? That’s kind of kinky. But, hey, I’m game if that’s what you’re into.”
I laughed. “No, that’s not what I want to talk about. But it’s nice to know how flexible you are.”
“So what do you want to talk about then?”
“Calling a guy I met. More specifically, what do I say to a guy I just want a booty call with?”
“You want me to tell you how to invite a guy over to fuck?”
I felt a little tingle between my legs the way he said the word fuck. It had an almost angry edge to it.
“Well, yeah…I guess that’s what I’m asking.”
He was quiet for a moment, then said. “Who is this guy?”
I shrugged. “Just some guy I met.”
“How well do you know him?”
“I don’t know. Not very well, I guess. I met him tonight, but he’s a friend of the guys my friends have hung out with a few times.”
“And you want to fuck him?”
I squeezed my thighs together. “It’s…let’s just say…it’s been a while since my needs were satisfied.”