Eat

"Let's eat," she says.

The two of you go into the modest cabin. The kitchen and living area are combined. A small fridge stands next to a countertop and stove, and there's a couch and chair around a low coffee table. You know there are some sandwiches already in the fridge, so you pull those out and put them on a tray. Christina pours two glasses of Coke and carries them over to the table.

It's silent while you eat. If you strain your ears, you can just about make out the sound of the waves lapping at the beach. The sunset casts long shadows in the room, but you make no move to get up and turn on any of the lights. Both of you just relax, enjoying the respite after the intense events of the afternoon.

You glance over at Christina, because now the silence has become a little awkward. "How--how do you feel about what we did today?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, like ... do you regret it?"

Christina makes a small snort. "Why would you ask a stupid question like that? Of course not. It was great."

"Good," you say, still not convinced. "But, it's not going to, like, make things weird for us now, hey?"

"Why would it? We've made out like that before."

"I know. I know. But never quite so passionately. I just--it felt different for me this time, OK? More real. More like ... like we meant it."

Christina gives you a reassuring smile. She moves closer to you on the couch and takes your hand. "Ally, you're my best friend. You're always going to be my best friend. But that's all I think about you. Well, that and you have a fucking hot bod that I'd steal from you in a second if I could. I'll eat your pussy any time--but that's all it is. Just sex." As if to reinforce this, she reaches down to your bikini-covered pussy, and starts rubbing it.

"Mmmm. Yesss. That's good, then. I just didn't want things to get weird. Especially not here, not with my dad on the war-path."

"Well, he's going to be some time yet, right? Let's just forget about it for now and try to relax. We'll watch a DVD or something." Christina gets up to grab the laptop from your room.

Her prediction proves correct, and your father doesn't make it back to the cabin until well after dark. You're halfway through the second movie when he comes storming into the room. He looks at the two of you, still wearing nothing but bikinis, and then he moves forward and slams the lid of the laptop down.

"Hey, I was watching that!" you whine reflexively. A little shocked with yourself, you look up at him. Yeah, that didn't help the situation.