Page 2 of The Virgin's Baby
“We are.” I answered as I scanned her body all the way up to her face. Blonde hair pulled up into a messy bun on top of her head made her face appear even rounder than it was.
Purposely, she ran her hand over one tit. “Maybe we’ll see ya there.” Her head jerked back as she gestured to her friends. “We might come out there tonight.” Plump cheeks, red from the sun, went plumper as she smiled. With her dark sunglasses, I had no idea what color her eyes were—not that it mattered.
The only thing that mattered to me was how plump her body was. I liked meat on a girl. Running my hands over bones didn’t excite me at all. But an odd thing came out of my mouth, even though I was totally considering boning her: “You girls be careful now. There are a lot of men out there who might not treat you very well.”
Where did that come from?
I sounded like some old dude! Not a thing I wanted to sound like. And I caught my friends looking at me with puzzled expressions.
Vick asked, “You okay there, birthday boy?”
Am I?
Looking at the drink in my hand, I thought maybe I’d had too much. I placed it on the sand next to me. “Sure. I just thought she ought to be careful and not go putting herself out there to just anyone…” Looking back at her, I noticed crinkled lines on her forehead above her glasses. She must’ve thought I was kind of crazy.
“Yeah, anyway,” she turned to walk away. “Just forget it, dude.”
Her ass shook as she hurried away. The sight should’ve made me hot for her. It should’ve made me get up and chase after her, tell her that I was just fucking around with her, ask her if she wanted to see my hotel room.
But all I did was lay back on the sand and wonder what the hell was wrong with me. It hadn’t been but fifteen hours since I’d turned thirty, and there I was already saying stupid shit.
Alejandro bumped his shoulder to mine. “Hey, aren’t you one of those guys who doesn’t treat women very well, Ransom?”
I didn’t think I treated women badly. I just basically gave them a great fucking and then sent them on their way.What’s so bad about that?
Before I could answer, Dumphy had to put his two cents in, “Yeah, dude. You sent that chick running. I mean I would’ve sent her on too. She’s not so easy on the eyes. But you? You usually don’t mind the ones none of us will give the time of day to. She was a total three. Right up your alley.”
When Vick chimed in with: “Yeah, dude, what’s up with you?” I sat up, not ready to listen to any more of their shit.
Looking over at the girl I’d run off, I found her busy chatting it up with another guy.
“Look, I don’t know why I said that to her. But just look at her. She’s going up to anybody. She has no idea how easy she’s making it for some asshole to take her and do whatever he wants with her.”
“Yeah,” Alejandro agreed, “But isn’t that the way we like ’em? Easy?”
While the others laughed, I laid back down, thinking that they were juveniles.
Juveniles?
When the hell did this start happening to me?
I just needed to get drunk. Not think. Stay true to myself. The way I always had.
For the rest of the day, I made sure to not say too much to any of the girls who stopped by to say hi and ask where we’d be going later. At least none of them ended up running away from me like I was some old man who only wanted to watch out for them.
When I got back to my hotel room, I looked long and hard at myself in the mirror. When I smiled, I noticed laugh lines around my mouth. When I frowned, I noticed wrinkles on my forehead.
Note to self: Don’t frown too often.
When I laughed, my eyes scrunched up, and those lines became crazy-visible.
No laughing either.
Pulling my trunks off, I stepped into the shower. Washing sand and grit off my skin with the thick bodywash, I felt my toned, hard body. At least you can’t tell my age from my muscular physique. I’ll have to work harder to keep my face from aging too much too quickly.
Looking at the bottle of sunscreen sitting on the vanity, I vowed to lather my face with it a few times each day, especially when spending the day out in the sun.
Staying young looking had never even occurred to me before. It wasn’t as if I was old or anything. So why did I suddenly feel like time might be slipping away from me?
