My fourteenth summer my parents chose Ocean City, Maryland. It was different, not because we’d never been before, but because we usually went to Myrtle Beach, instead. We always spent a week at the beach, but this time we weren’t. Not if we wanted to enjoy the oceanfront hotel.
My parents decided that we didn’t need to stay oceanfront, and being just off the ocean was okay too, so half way through the week, we switched hotels. The rooms were just as nice, their walls decorated in forest greens and golden ribbons, the carpet standard hotel in a lovely shade of burgundy. We could still see the ocean from our window, so that was a plus.
My favorite part of the stay was the huge swimming pool that never closed. How I loved to take advantage of a good night swim. Of course there were boys there, swimming in the dark with me, and that made it so much more fun. I was as boy crazy as they come and always managed to find someone to attach myself to for a short but sweet summer romance.
I circled my prey, a gorgeous hunk of man flesh with a deep tan, a six pack, and a head full of golden curls I wanted to run my fingers through. His friend was always with him but I never paid him any mind. He could have been Stud of the Year and I wouldn’t have cared. I only had eyes for the Golden Boy.
I finally caught his eye. We’d swam opposite directions and met in the middle of the pool.
“Where you from?” His hand came down on the water. A huge shower of water fell over his friend.
“Virginia. You?” I swished a small wave of water towards him in an attempt to flirt.
“Oh we live here. I could tell you were from Virginia though.” He flicked back.
“Oh? How’s that?” Whoosh! I showered him with water. He laughed, not noticing the intensity of my gaze. Those water droplets that hugged his tight curls, I just couldn’t get enough of them.
“Only Virginians come to Maryland and say ‘y’all’ and ‘I’m fixin’ to.” A wall of water stole my breath away. He laughed. His half smile met my eager eyes.
In that moment, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.
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