“What are you doing tomorrow?” Harper asked.
“I get to go play beach volleyball, kayaking, and then it’s into the studio. I do that until we leave. I have to put on every piece of clothing they make, for the Internet and the catalog.”
“Who are you working with tomorrow?” Harper asked.
“I don’t know, but I really liked the one from today. She’s a ballerina and could stand on her toes on one foot and reach up and put her toes from the other behind my neck.”
They all just shook their heads. Chuck took me aside later to get details.
EVERYONE LEFT BUT MISSY. We started a fire, and she wanted a lemonade and bourbon. We relaxed on the couch as she leaned against my shoulder as we watched the fire burn.
“You know, you really are a ‘stupid boy.’ You never should’ve shown Tara your wiener. She already had it bad for you. Now she’s plotting how to get you into bed.”
“I didn’t ask her to come barging through a closed bedroom door. It wasn’t like I was prancing around the living room, nude.”
“You mean like last night.”
“We thought you were asleep.”
“Think again, ‘stupid boy.’”
“So what should I do?”
“Nothing, I just wanted you to know you have another fan.”
“So, what’s going on with Tami?”
“We wish we knew. She freaked out a little bit about the Formal. I think she regretted not doing more with you. She got a little possessive. We went along until we saw it was damaging your friendship with her. Once she saw how her behavior affected you, she got back on track. She cares a lot and would do anything for you. This trip was meant to be a reaffirmation of her love for you. She wants to be with you again.
“Personally, I think her going away was the best thing that could have happened to you two. She needed to leave so you could grow up. You relied too much on her, and she was too used to telling you what to do.”
I wanted to get to bed, so Missy joined me. We took the ‘edge off’ two more times before we finally went to sleep.
Wednesday May 21
TARA WAS READY FOR our run when I made it downstairs. Sandy had dropped off Range Sports running shorts, and Tara had them on. We stretched, and I decided not to try to kill her today. We talked as we ran.
“So what are you doing today?” I asked her.
“I’m going to watch someone play beach volleyball. Then hopefully I can find a game. Dad said a day at the beach was a good idea.”
“Sounds like fun to me. I’m sure you and your dad will have a good time. That’s what I hate about these trips I take, I never get a chance to just go off and do stuff. I might have to make arrangements to stay an extra day or so to have fun.”
“I’d hate to think you didn’t have any fun last night,” she teased me.
“What would you know about that?” I shot back.
“Honestly, not much, but I’m willing to learn,” she said, waggling her eyebrows.
“Tara, are you flirting with me?”
She threw her hands up and said, “Boys!”
We ran in silence after that, but we did make some meaningful looks back and forth. If this was going to happen, I would have to take the lead. The question was, did I want to? If we were talking a quick one-night stand, I would call Rose in a heartbeat. The smoking-hot Latina made my blood boil. If I wanted something completely different, there was Sage and her flexibility. I was thinking about what I could do with her and almost ran into a parking meter.
Tara was a different story. I could see potential in a relationship with her. We had similar interests. She could actually keep up with me running. Her long legs could eat up a lot of real estate. She also had fantastically athletic legs and a rock-hard little butt from all the jumping. My dilemma was that I did want to sleep with her, but not just for one night.
We had breakfast and I ordered us the usual. I explained my high-protein diet to her. There were similar weight-loss diets. Angie had reported that she’d lost weight and would look good in her wedding dress. I could tell that I had lost fat. However, with the quantity I was eating, and the exercise, I was gaining muscle. I had gone from 195 at the end of baseball to 201 when I weighed myself last.
During football last year, I’d been up to 215. Cassidy had worked my butt off and gotten the extra weight off me. I was stronger and felt quicker now. I couldn’t wait for football camp. I wanted to hit something without getting into trouble.
Today was a lifting day, so I took Tara to the weight room and we worked out. It was obvious no one had ever shown her what to do. I kept her weights light so she wouldn’t hurt herself. I didn’t have time to show her proper technique, so I made her promise to find someone at home that could teach her.
I went up to the apartment to take a shower. I found Harper in my bed, naked, smiling at me. Missy was gone.
“Where did Missy go?” I asked.
“Yesterday was her day. Today’s mine. I’m just smarter than the other girls and getting my day started right,” she said as she eyed me. “Drop your shorts. I want to give you your morning blowjob.”
“Hell, yeah!” I said, doing as ordered.
She knelt before me and took in a deep breath, taking in my musky smell.
“Damn, you smell like a man. That turns me on,” she said.
I just enjoyed what she was doing. When my arousal took me, I had found the one for me.
“Oh, dear God! Keep that up and I’ll have to marry you!”
Of course, Mr. Happy doesn’t get to make long-term decisions. That’s why I instituted the ‘forty-eight-hour rule’ on ‘I Love You.’ It doesn’t count if you just came. As blood fed back into the big brain, I felt a little bad about being disloyal to Tami.
“You’re worse than Ray. He loved blowjobs, but he never offered to marry me.”
“Honey, you keep doing that to me, and I’m a believer. Just say the word,” I assured her.
I looked at the clock.
“Dang it! I have to get in the shower and be downstairs in ten minutes.”
I ran and quickly showered as Harper laid my clothes out for me. I dressed, gave her a quick kiss, and ran for the elevator. Sandy and Kendal were lounging in the lobby and joined me as the car pulled up. Clare was picking up the other models. I guess she was worried since the first girl had got caught in traffic. Sandy handed me their cards.
Adriana was five-eleven with a 34A bust, with blond hair and blue eyes. Alexis was five-nine-and-a-half, with a 34C bust, with blond hair and blue eyes. Warren was an even six feet, with blond hair and blue eyes. I smiled as I noticed that his bust size wasn’t mentioned.
When we got to the beach, Evan and Tara were already there. They were goofing off, hitting the ball back and forth over the net. I waved and went to makeup. They had a tent so we could get ready without everyone watching us. Clare showed up. Warren had his headphones on and ignored me. I suppressed a chuckle when he stripped down to put on the skimpy swimsuit with ‘Range Sports’ across the butt. He looked more like an office worker than a model. A fit office worker, but he had very little definition and needed a tan.
Trish was talking with Clare, and she clearly wasn’t thrilled with Warren’s look. It didn’t help when the girls smirked at him. Adriana and Alexis came over and introduced themselves. I completely forgot about Warren when I saw the bikini bottoms riding up their butts. This was going to be fun!
Trish called us over and it looked like Warren would stay.
“I want a nice, friendly game of volleyball. I just want to get some action shots. David and Alexis, I want you on this side, and Warren and Adriana can take the other side.”
Trish set up her shots behind Warren and Adriana. She wanted to get the front views of Alexis and me. I had to agree with her choice. Adriana had a great butt, and Alexis filled out her top rather nicely. We just hit the ball back and forth. No one was taking it seriously. Trish directed us to start hitting it to the net and then act as if we were spiking it over. She wanted the other side to act like they were blocking.