Well, we gotta drive there first

In my room, I put on a black floral bikini set and a pair of aviators, before putting on some sunscreen. Out of my room, I find Tom holding a backpack and wearing only a pair of bright lime-green board shorts, flaunting his chiseled physic to all the blondes that may be watching.

"Looking good." I say. No point denying it.

"You do too."

"Thanks. Shall we get going?"

"Lets."

We head out to Tom's snazzy car. Once I'm seated, he comments "So you have a lot of ink."

"Sure do."

"I hear they're addictive. That true?"

"Like heroin."

"Really?"

"Yep. Both heroin and tattoos require a needle."

We share a chuckle before he brings the car's engine to life. As he gets on the road, he says "So what was the first one?"

"This one." I raise my right middle finger at him, which has the word 'Fuck' written on it.

"Jeez."

"Yeah it hurt like a mother fucker, especially seeing as I was 15 when I got it."

"Oof. How'd you get away with that?"

"A fake ID. That and I looked older than I was."

"Must have."

"So what about you?"

"Eh, not yet."

"Maybe one day."

"Maybe." Tom shrugs. "I must look like a blank canvas to you."

"In more ways than one." I say with a smile.

"Heh. Fair enough."

A brief silence follows, which I break by saying "You a good swimmer?"

"Yeah. Why's that?"

"What do you think about lifeguard? I mean you're fit, you like the beach, and hell, you'd get to mouth to mouth a few blondes."

"I thought giving mouth to mouth to blondes was my problem?"

"Well, to a degree. Nothing wrong with a little fooling around every once in a while."

"Right. Then again not everyone who'd need mouth to mouth would be a blonde."

"Well variety is the spice of a sex life."

Tom laughs for a second. "Sure is."

"Just a thought, anyway."

"Sure. I appreciate it."

That's when Tom pulls up by the Costa Rosa beach, ready for an afternoon out in the sun.