Page 24 of Mixed Connection
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Lo
It’s poooool day!
Your mom still making the sharkcoochie board, right?
J-babe
How are you even awake right now?
UGHHH! Go back to bed!
Lo
No can do amiga! Get your asses up!
The next morning comes fast and loud, my head thumping to the rhythm of my heartbeat reminding me that maybe I shouldn’t have made that last pitcher of Sunrise Sangria. Damn you, Benny! The recipe is his, after all. He should be the one totake the blame here. I certainly won’t accept it, even if he did give me the recipe.
Walking down the hall, I stop at the guest room door and knock twice before popping my head in. Janelle is nowhere in sight until she pops her head out from the bathroom on the other side of the hallway.
“Morning, bird’s nest.” She giggles, toothpaste dripping down the side of her mouth, she points her toothbrush at my hair before tucking herself back into the bathroom. At that moment, a loose curl falls to the front of my face and I run my hand through my hair. Or I try to. Just as Janelle suggests, my hair is a bird’s nest and it feels like there is a whole family chirping away up there. That’s what I get for not changing my pillowcases back to satin, I’m going to pay for it when I try to detangle this monstrosity.
I continue down the hall and find Paloma dancing in the kitchen. She can’t be a real person, she has to be a robot, because there is no way she isn’t hung over. Bopping her head, she twirls in my direction before offering me a drink that looks much too thick to be anything I want near my lips right now.
“Oh, you are so drinking this. I promise it’s worth it and it’ll make you feel brand new before you strap your nips in a bathing suit,” she says matter-of-factly, pushing the drink back in my hands and popping a straw in the dark-green sludge.
I toss the straw in the sink, eyeing her suspiciously and down the earthy-tasting smoothie. I stand there for a moment, caught in the thought of how I feel about the taste. “I guess it isn’t that bad, but it isn’t good either.”
“You’ve drank worse. Go get your suit on babe! I want to catch the rays while they’re out.” She waves me away.
Heading back to my room to get ready, I pick up my phone and see a text from Jameson.
Jameson
Good morning, beautiful.
Hello, handsome.
I quickly get ready, loading my tote bag with sunscreen, a change of loungewear, and a few extra essentials before I hear Paloma yell from down the hallway. I pop my head out to see her tapping her foot. Janelle is already dressed in a pair of my joggers and a white tank.
“Come onnnnn bitches! It’s time to get our tan on!” Paloma wiggles her ass, throwing her hands up in the air as she twirls to snatch up her towel and bag. She has on the cutest red bikini. The woman is blessed and bodied; I think about throwing a pillow at her head. But she’s competitive and we don’t have time for that. “I’m so glad I left this one here!” She tells me, the red strings of the bottom of her thong bikini dangle with gold charms, it’s tied high up on her hips. Her top is made up of barely-there triangles tied at the neck and back. She reaches for a pair of jean shorts and pulls them up her legs before folding the corners flaps down, leaving it open, rather than buttoning them.
“Don’t rush me, and watch it before one of your titties pops out.” I point my finger at her before flicking my hair over my shoulder in a flourish. “I’m not throwing any dollars today babe,” I joke as I pretend to rain down dollar bills.
I look down at the lavender polish on my toes, my favorite color, then back at my reflection in my floor-length mirror, smiling because I know it’s going to be a great day. I can just feel it in my bones. I slide my feet into my mustard-colored sandals and toss my canvas bag over my shoulder. My swimsuit is lavender as well and is a deep v-neck top that wraps around mytorso several times and ties at my side. My bottoms are high cut and rest at the highest point of my hips, giving me the illusion that my legs are longer and my waist more cinched. I blow a kiss and snap a picture of myself. Opening Jameson’s text thread, I quickly change his name to something more suitable and send him the picture before making my way to Paloma and Janelle.
Having a pool day with the girls. *devil face* What do you think of my sandals?
Bulldozer
Girl, don’t nobody care about them sandals. What sandals??? *crying laughing emoji*
I snicker and another text comes in.
Bulldozer
You look sexy as hell. Have a good time, siren!
