Page 64 of Mind

Gillian

A private brunch has been set up on the sun deck where all the girls are waiting for me to arrive. When I get out of the shower there is a white bikini hanging on the door. It’s a simple suit with a triangle top and strings that tie at each hip. The wow factor was the word “Bride” written across the booty in crystals or cubic zirconia. There was a little note sitting on the vanity in Maria’s handwriting. The note simply said, “Wear this and meet us on the sun deck for brunch.”

Not being one to ever rain on a parade I put the suit on and it fits like a glove. So much so that the triangles seemed a bit revealing but this is a private party. I also secretly enjoy riling up Chase. When he sees this tiny bikini and how much of me is exposed, he’s going to lose it. Hopefully, in the best possible way ending with the two of us in a tangle of limbs like earlier this morning. I snicker while putting my wild red hair into a messy bun on the top of my head. A little sunscreen moisturizer, a swipe of lip gloss and a layer of mascara and I’m off. As I head out, I grab the shimmery tunic cover up. It’s mostly see-through but it covers the essentials making me feel a little less of an exhibitionist.

Once I make it to the deck, I hear some calming spa music playing. Maria and Kat are both lying almost completely naked out in the sun, getting a suntan massage, a towel over their bums. Dana jumps up and hugs me when I arrive. “Today’s the private girl part of the bachelorette party!” The men are on the other deck drinking beer, smoking cigars and playing cards. I’ve got the chef making sure they have men type food and the big screen TV is on some live sports game. So it’s just us girls,” she practically squeals. This is an entirely different woman than the one I’ve known for the better part of a year. Regular sex must be doing wonders for her because this lady is sweet, fun, and excitable. The old Dana was kind, reserved, and staunchly professional. I decide I like this Dana much better.

“Is it normal for them to be lying in the sun while doing that?” I ask.

Dana shakes her head. “No, they wanted to get a tan while getting a massage.”

Maria lifts her head and pushes her sunglasses up into her black hair. “Double whammychica. You’re looking nicely fuckedcara bonita,”she grins. “I’ll have to pat Chase on the back for giving you that awesome glow,” she chortles then stuffs her head back into the hole in the table.

“You’re just jealous,” I make a lame come back.

It’s muffled but her reply can still be heard. “Now you know, I be getting mine, all day, every day, every way.”

The rest of us laugh and Bree walks over in an awesomely crazy two piece suit. The triangles over her newly inflated pregnancy boobs are covered by twin Buddha heads. The bottom is also a string bikini with a circular sun right on her pelvis. The entire thing has paisley print and henna style swirls in rich yellow, orange and sienna. Her baby bump is out loud and proud. I lean down and kiss the bump and have a little chat with the baby. Bree just stands and allows it. She knows by now that if her sisters want to talk to the baby it’s just easier to comply.

A server comes up and hands me a mimosa. The entire space looks like a comfortable mini spa. There are the two masseuses but there are also giant deck lounge chairs and quaint bistro tables. The entire ocean is in front of us, and behind, there’s a huge spread of breakfast foods, a variety of juices and a server to fill drinks, clear away dishes, or get us whatever we need. There’s also a person waiting in the corner with a bucket and tote full of stuff. I point over to her. “Dana, who’s she?” I go sit down on one of the cushy lounge chairs in the shade. This white skin of mine turns lobster red under too much sun. I’m going to keep my skin as milky white as possible. New freckles are not my ideal accessory. However, this stunning chain and necklace is my new favorite.

“She’s here to do manicures and pedicures. How about we get her started on yours?” she offers and I nod.

“Sounds good to me.” The woman is young, probably just out of cosmetology school but she has kind brown eyes and blonde hair.

Efficiently, she sets up her tools, the footbath and hand soak, and has me put my feet in the water. Bree sits next to me and Dana stands off to the side. “Dana, you’re participating,” I say firmly. “You can’t just stand on the side. You’ve become one of our friends. And Chloe was invited too, right?” I ask.

Dana comes over and sits in another lounge chair. “She was, but I’m afraid we won’t be seeing her. Apparently, she needs to sleep off last night,” she clears her throat. “Maxwell, our attorney is also unable to attend the boys gathering preferring to recoup after last night’s partying.”

“Oh, I hope they feel better,” I sip my champagne and Bree looks over at me like I’m an idiot.

“Seriously? They’re both sleeping off last night? They were hanging all over one another. I’ll bet you a hundred dollars cash they are in bed together right now.”

I’m certain my cheeks are reddening as I realize how lame I was for not putting two and two together. “I’m not taking that bet. You’re so right. They were all over each other, like white on rice!” I giggle and she nods vigorously.

“Speaking of all over each other, I want to talk about sex,” I blurt out needing to discuss last night.

Maria’s head pops up. Kat takes a bit longer but then leans her head up and pushes her glasses on top of her head. “Now you’re talking,” Maria sits up naked as a jaybird, breasts bouncing all over the place, and I meanallover the place, as our girl is very well endowed. Her body is like Jessica Rabbit only toned to the nth degree from her dancing career. Standing, she shoves her hands into her robe, ties it off and accepts the glass of champagne and orange juice handed to her. Kat is quickly on her heels only she’s far more demure in her approach keeping her essentials covered.

Once the girls are all sitting in a circle Maria looks pointedly at me. “SpillHermana. What’s on your mind? I gulp down the rest of my mimosa and gesture for another. The steward brings over the champagne.

“Just the champagne this time, thanks,” I smile and then turn to the four women waiting patiently. It’s a little awkward talking about this with Dana present, Chase is her boss. “You can’t spill this to Chase,” I tell her honestly.

She shakes her head and crosses her heart. “I promise,” she whispers and then looks around as if Chase was standing behind her.

“Okay, so last night, Chase and I had um…you know,” I try to get the words out but they’re stuck.

“Sex?” Maria offers.

I nod. “Well yeah, but we had the other type of sex,” I gesture with my eyebrows. All four of them look at me confused. Sighing I suck in a deep breath. “We had anal sex for the first time!” The words tumble out of my lips as if they are rocks falling off the ledge of a cliff.

“And…?” Kat says completely unfazed.

Bree clasps her hands behind her neck and leans back into the chair closing her eyes. “Mmm, I love ass sex,” she murmurs happily as if she’s currently remembering a time when she had it.

Surprisingly, Maria doesn’t say anything but I forge on. “So you’ve all had it?” I ask dumfounded. My three soul sisters nod. Dana looks petrified and shakes her head.

“Okay, so Kat, do you do it all the time?” I ask shocked that we’ve never ever in all the years we’ve been best friends discussed this. Right now, it seems all the more important. Maybe because it was new to me, I feel like a virgin telling her besties about her very first time with a man.

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