You guys asked for it, so here it is! My book cover! Immediately followed by part of chapter 1. Due to the adult content, I cut out the last part of chapter 1, but no worries, it will still be in the final copy!
Chapter 1
“Are
you sure that you have everything packed and ready to go?” I ask my best friend
Tia Dukas. “Taylor, I think between the
two of us we have everything packed except for the kitchen sink.” “Ok then
let’s head out.” Tia and I are on our very first road trip. We decided back
when we were in high school together that one day we would venture out into the
world and take a random trip. I had been down lately and decided a vacation was
in order so I took a month off from work, and called my BFF, as it turns out
she was quitting her job and needed a getaway. We had her shiny white
convertible packed to the max and we were ready to hit the road. We had been
debating for weeks on which direction we should head. We live in a rural part
of Georgia and originally thought we would head south to Florida then west as
far as we dared venture, but I wanted to go to Washington D.C. and I always get my way! So north it is.
“WHAT
THE FUCK?!?!” I scream as I jump into the passenger seat. I accidentally sat
down on Tia‘s bag and it started vibrating on my ass… “What?” she says “it’s going to be a long
trip and with no man in sight I definitely need some help with the ‘O” she
blushes. I reach into the bag and cut the vibrator off before tossing her bag
into the back where it belongs.
We head
out, deciding to take a more scenic route that will take us around the cluster
fuck of traffic that makes up Atlanta. The views in scenic Georgia really are
spectacular. “So” she says with that devious look in her eyes “I know that you
have been chatting with some guys online”… “Yea…” I reply, knowing where she’s
going with this... “So are you making any plans to meet up with any of them on
this trip?” (By ‘meet up’ I know she really means ‘hook up’). “I don’t know, I
mean this trip is supposed to be about me and you, but you never know.” “Well,
look, I love you to death and all, but if I meet some fine ass man that I am
attracted to on this trip, well, let’s just say there is a big bag of condoms
in the back.” I love my BFF but her sex drive is seemingly insatiable. She’s
not a whore or anything, she has actually only ever slept with 4 guys (she’s very
picky) but they had to be sure to ‘satisfy’ her multiple times a day, not that
any of them ever complained…
Tia
is incredibly sexy to say the least, fitting her Greek heritage she’s tall at
5’9”, and has a beautiful curvy figure, with long curly dark brown hair and
eyes the color of milk chocolate but with gold flecks. I’d be lying if I said
I’d never thought of hooking up with her myself. We have everything in common
except for looks. We are stark opposites in that department. I am just an
average 5’6” with a thin build, shoulder length stick straight blonde hair,
nice tan skin and clear blue eyes. I have been called the “ice queen” before
because of the looks I can give when I’m in ‘a mood’.
Our
first stop is Charleston, South Carolina, it’s roughly 5 hours from Atlanta,
and we both wanted to stop here to take in the scenery and the beach. It’s hot
outside and the beach is just calling to me. We make our way to a moderately
priced hotel to change clothes before heading out to the beach. “Which swimsuit
should I wear Taylor, the cute and modest hot pink one that really shows off my
tan skin or the slutty silvery shimmer one that attracts the attention?” Tia’s
Greek heritage gives her incredibly pale skin and therefore she loves to tan. “Umm”
I mumble back… (Truth be told she was a sex goddess in either one) “I would
maybe wear the pink one for now, until we see what type of people there are out
at the beach.” “You’re always the modest and reasonable one huh Tay.” “Also the
responsible one” I retort back. We both know it’s true. I tend to think things
through a little more than Tia does, I guess this is what makes us such good
friends, I bring the responsibility and Tia brings the spontaneity so we
balance each other out. I quickly dress
in my lavender bikini (my favorite color); it’s modest enough to be worn to a
family beach but also super cute (with a white hibiscus flower over the left
breast). “You look delicious” Tia says coming out of the bathroom in her hot
pink bikini. “Thanks” I reply… Tia’s sexual innuendo is in full swing and that
can only mean one thing… she is super horny! We head down to the beach to find
it fully packed out with every type group imaginable. There were families with
children making sand castles, and teenagers, trying to look cooler than they
actually were, there was even a group of kids in t-shirts and shorts drinking
beer and smoking what looked an awful lot like pot. We decided to move down
farther on the beach in hopes of finding a more semi secluded spot. We managed
to find a spot a good ways down from where we parked, but the nearest cluster
of people was at least a hundred yards away, so for the most part it was nice
and quiet. I lay my towel down, slipped my white flip flops off and lay down to
bask in the heat of the summer sun.
It
wasn’t long before a football came whizzing past our heads and almost hit me.
“Hey, what the hell ass-tards?!?!” Tia cussed. “Watch where you are throwing
your…” she cut off upon seeing the man candy that was walking our way. “I’m so
sorry about that” the first guy to reach us said. “We were just horsing around,
didn’t really think that anyone was down this far on the beach. I’m Dante
Ramsey”. Tia was obviously smitten by the tall, dark and handsome “Dante”.
“Well hello there, Dante! I’m Tia Dukas, and this is my friend Taylor Camblin.”
“You ladies must not be from around here.” “No” I replied, “We are on a road
trip and this was our first stop.” Tia jumped up at this point and asked if he
would like to join us for drinks at a bar next door to our hotel a little later,
to which he agreed. “You ladies be careful out here, you don’t want to be an
‘out of Towner’ wandering around a lone part of the beach after sunset.” That
sounded a lot like some kind of warning to me, or maybe he was just being polite…
We said our goodbye’s and went back to tanning.
A
few hours later I was getting tired of being out on the sand, plus it was
already late in the afternoon and the sun would be setting soon. “Tia, are you
about ready to head back to the hotel?” “Yea, I need some time to get sexified
before we meet Dante for drinks later.” We packed our belongings and began the
trek back to the car, then on back to the hotel.
I
kicked off my flip flops and lay down on the giant king size bed while Tia was
in the shower. “So” she called from the shower “What should I wear tonight,
Dante is really cute and I’m thinking maybe he could be my first one night
stand.” “Hun you could wear anything and make it sexy!” I replied. She stepped
out of the shower and grabbed her towel, before flipping her suitcase open to
dig for something to wear. In the end she settled on a strapless black dress,
black strappy sandals and of course a lacy black thong that she insisted on
showing off to me before putting her dress on.
I decided then and there that I didn’t want to be the 3rd
wheel on this date. “Hey do you mind if I just skip this whole ‘date’ and go
down to the pool instead?” I asked. “Are you sure that you want to do that? I
mean I can skip the date too and we can hang out.” She was so sweet to be willing
to ditch a guy for me. “No, that’s ok, you go have fun; I’ll be down at the
pool, maybe in the hot tub relaxing. You go and have fun.” “Well, ok, if you
insist.” Still in my swimsuit from earlier, I slip on my flip flops and grab a
towel. “If you need me, I’ll be at the pool.”
The
pool is gloriously unoccupied when I arrive. The sun is setting and it’s the
perfect time to get in and lounge around for a bit. I drop my towel, keys,
phone and shoes at one of the tables, before heading to the deep end to dive
in. I swim a few laps then decide to just float for a bit. I end up in the
shallow end and decide to do a hand stand. Feeling a bit silly when I come up,
I giggle a little at myself. It’s then that I realize I’m being watched.
Spinning
around to see who’s there, I find ‘him’. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you”
he says. “You were just so stunning to watch.”
“Umm,
that’s ok, I’m sorry I didn’t realize anyone was out here.” “Oh I just walked
up a few minutes ago and I didn’t want to interrupt you.”
I
get out of the pool and walk toward the hot tub taking a few moments to take in
this stranger’s appearance as I go. I glance at him and find his eyes meeting
mine. It’s in that instant that my heart flutters frantically and I feel a
little weak. “Are you ok?” he asks. “Umm yea, I’m just going to soak in the hot
tub for a few and relax” I manage to mumble out. He’s hot, and not in the
typical “hot guy” way either. He’s tall, at least 6’3” with seemingly unruly
sandy blonde hair, and was that grey eyes? I could have seen blue but I swear
they looked grey to me. He’s slightly muscular but not “built” and his skin is
fair.
“Mind
if I join you in the hot tub?” He interrupts my thoughts. “Sure” I reply with a
little more certainty this time. It’s in those moments that I realize I want
nothing more than to spend every moment with this amazingly sexy stranger. I
spend the next several hours getting to know this mystery man. His name is Keil
Lachmann, he is 27 (making him 4 years older than me and Tia), he’s not from
South Carolina, but he’s living here to attend college, his family is from
Maryland, and he’s staying at this particular hotel tonight because he needed
an escape from his rowdy roommates. Glancing at my water proof watch, I realize
that it’s late… really late. I need to get back to my room before Tia calls the
cops. “Well, Keil, It’s been a really incredible night talking to you, but I am
sure that I look like a prune and my friend Tia is probably wondering where I
am.” “Well, can I walk you back to your room then?” he asks. “Sure” I say, “We
are upstairs in room 225.” We get out of the hot tub and I grab my things and
wrap up in my towel suddenly realizing the chill in the air after being in the
hot water so long. I feel an arm drape around my shoulders as we begin to walk.
“You
must be cold.” Keil says. I just nod in reply and we walk back into the hotel
toward the elevator. It’s a silent walk back through the halls. We reach my
room and I ask if he wants to come in. “No, I better take off, you should go in
alone” he chuckles mysteriously, “but I’ll see you later, and I have your
number now, we’ll be in touch.” And just like that he was gone.
