Dirty White Candy, Ultimate Vacation, Book 2 (14 page)

“Here,” she said handing me a small plastic shot glass.
 
“It’s delicious and tastes like apple pie.”

I stared at the shot glass.
 
Was I surrounded by alcoholics?
 
Who
 
drinks shots at ten in the morning?

“Bottoms up!” Dave cheered.

I took my shot along with everyone else.
 
Jordan was right, it tasted good, not like alcohol at all.

“Damn, that’s dangerous,” I said.

Jordan laughed, “I know, right?
 
You could really fuck yourself up with those.
 
I tend to lose my clothes if I drink too many.”

Duly noted
.

“Okay, I got ribs, steaks, chops and chicken.
 
Get your plates and grab what you want.
 
There’s plenty.”
 
Sally ordered everyone.

After eating, more shots and a trip to the worst smelling outhouses on the face of the planet, we went to the infield, which was about an hour’s walk.
 
My feet were filthy and aching by the time we found our spots.

After jets flew over, a local celebrity kicked off the race by singing the national anthem.
 
Some country artists told the racers to start their engines and we tried to watch cars as they flew by so fast they were a streak of color.
 
It was so loud, my ears were numb.

After a few more drinks, I had dozed off and was woken by the sound of screeching metal.
 
I leapt out of my chair as a four car pile-up, slamming against the concrete wall in front of us.
 
Fans were standing and cheering.

I felt the adrenaline surge through my veins that John has talked about.
 
Suddenly I was awake and alert, on my feet and cheering.
 
For what, I had no idea.

“Exciting, right?”
 
John grabbed my hand and kissed me.

Jordan had lifted her shirt and flashed her very large breasts to the drivers and pit crews.
 
She had grabbed them both and bounced them up and down then side to side yelling, “whoo hoo.”

“Yes it is.
 
Who do you support here?
 
I mean, who is your driver?”
 
I asked, finally taking an interest in what was going on.

John smiled.
 
“I like Kyle Bush, and so does Mikey.
 
It’s the car with the M&Ms on it.”

“That’s right!
 
Best damn driver since Dale senior.”
 
Mike nudged me.

“I see.”
 
Who the hell was Dale senior
?

The race finish with a guy named Junior winning.
 
Apparently, it was his favorite track and the fans loved him.
 
As we made our way back to our trucks, people were screaming, “Go Junior!” and “It’s a Junior Nation.”

The crowd seemed very pleased at the results.

We packed everything in the truck and waited among lines and lines of cars to get out of the track, then the town.

We were both so exhausted, neither one of us spoke on the way home.

Back at our apartment building, John carried the cooler to my place and kissed me goodbye.
 

BREATHTAKING

After two weeks of planning, prepping, shopping and the most exercising I ever recall in my entire life, John and I were at the airport ready to board our plane.
 
John and I had only managed to make love a few times in the last few weeks, so I was primed and ready for play.

“Did I mention I hate flying?” John asked as he stared at the gate.

“Are you afraid to fly?”

“No, I hate the security, the waiting, the tight quarters.
 
Flying is a miserable experience.”
 
John’s left leg was bouncing, shaking the whole row of seats.

“John, it’s a short flight.
 
They will be boarding any minute.”
 
I tried to reassure him.

“I know, I’m not going to freak out, I just don’t like it.
 
I promise, once we’re in the air, my mood will change for the better.”
 
He kissed the back of my hand and forced a smile.

Finally a female voice came over the intercom announcing boarding for first class passengers.
 

“That’s us.”
 
I pulled his hand trying to get him out of his seat.

“What?”

“Oh, did I forget to mention,” I giggled, “that we had first class tickets?”
 
I bent down and kissed him.
 
“Now off your ass and on your feet!”

He grinned widely then hopped out of his chair, holding my hand as we went through the gate.
 
We were ushered to our seats and immediately offered a drink.

“I can get used to this.
 
This is the life.”
 
He leaned over, placing his lips softly on mine.

“Yuk, save it for when you get off the plane.”
 
It was Janette taking a seat in the center row with James behind her.

“Oh my gosh, I didn’t know we were on the same flight!”
 
I should have known.
 
She would have purchased the tickets all at once.

I got up from my seat and gave them a hug.
 
“This is my boyfriend John.
 
John this is James and Janette, the very sweet friends of mine that we have to thank for our vacation.”

John smiled at me whispering, “boyfriend?”
 
He stood, shaking each of their hands.
 
“So nice to meet you.
 
Thank you so much for your gracious gift.”

“It’s time to take your seats,” the flight attendant said as she passed through.

After pre-flight instructions we were taxied down the runway.
 
As usual, I got the giggles during take-off.

“What’s that about?” he asked.

“It’s like a roller coaster.
 
I giggle during every roller coaster ride, whether I like it or not.”

“I love the sound of your laugh.”
 
John kissed me again and gave my hand a squeeze.

Between the four of us conversing and the champagne that flowed freely, we were descending before we knew it.
 
After retrieving our bags, Janette led us all to where our limo awaited to take us to the resort.
 
I wasn’t paying attention to where we were going so I was thrown a bit when the doors of the limo opened up on a dock.

“Where’s the resort?” I asked.

“It’s on the island, silly.
 
We take a boat from here.
 
Don’t worry, it’s a short trip and the water is calm.”
 
Jeanette put her arm around me.

Four large men in resort uniforms took all of our bags and loaded them on a ferry.
 
I was a bit nervous now, as I was no fan of boats on sea water.
 
I had been plagued with nightmares involving sharks as a child, which left me weary of shark infested waters.

The ferry ride was one big party.
 
People were already mingling, drinking and laughing.
 
I was already unprepared as most of the people were in bikinis.
 
My sundress was sticking to me in the heat and humidity.

“Color me impressed!” John whispered in my ear.
 
The sound of his voice already calmed my nerves.

“Yeah, this is the nicest vacation I’ve been on and we haven’t even gotten there yet.
 
I thought your friend said it had big concrete walls and stuff.
 
I don’t think he’s been to where we are going.”
 
I turned around to face John.
 
“He made it sound like it was in the middle of other resorts.”

“Yeah, I don’t know.
 
We’ll see when we get there.”

The captain announced we were pulling into port.
 
Everyone started making their way to the area of the ferry that got on.

When the ferry rounded the corner of the island, I was astonished at the sight.
 
The sand was white, setting off the blue water.
 
The palm trees framed the most beautiful site.
 
There was a waterfall and lagoon to the left and the resort was set at an angle so that the whole area was private.
 
We were greeted by bikini clad women handing information packets and gift bags to each of us as our feet hit the sand.

“Your bags will be waiting for you in your room.
 
You just have to go check-in and get your room combinations.”

“Combinations?”
 
I asked.

“Uh, well, there are times where you won’t really have anywhere to put your card key if you get my meaning.”
 
She winked at me.

“Guys, I know I just me you, but I love you to death.
 
I’ve never been to such a beautiful place.”
 
John said to James and Janette.

“Yes, thank you a million times over.” I agreed.

“And I’m here with the most beautiful woman in the world.”
 
John put his arm around me.

I noticed James wasn’t talking a whole lot.
 
“James, are you excited?”

James looked at me with dead eyes.

Janette leaned over to talk in my ear.
 
“I have to drug him for the flight.
 
I should wear off after dinner.”

“Oh.”
 
That was all I could think to say.
 
I knew that there were people who had flight anxiety, and for some it was worse after the attack on the twin towers.

I handed the lady at the counter my reservation information.
 
She had me program a pin number into a pad and handed me a pamphlet with our room number, meal and activity times along with yet another information packet.

“Good, dinner is soon.
 
I’m starving!”
 
John said looking over my shoulder.

“Let’s get to our room and change, then we can go down to dinner.”
 
We took the elevator to the eighth floor and found our room.
 
I punched in the code.

“Holy shit!”
 
John said as we walked in.
 
There was a king sized bed in the middle of the room, a huge armoire against one wall, a Jacuzzi tub in one corner and a large expensive looking overstuffed chair in the other.
 
I opened a door that was against one wall.
 
It entered a large bathroom.
 
The floors, shower and countertops were all granite.
 
The bathroom was stocked with all the amenities a girl could want.
 
There were pads, tampons, douches, hair products, skin products, razors and even spare toothbrushes.

“Oh my god, Candy!
 
Come feel these sheets!”
 
John was rolling around naked on the bed.

“What are you doing?” I laughed.

“I’m not trying to jump your bones.
 
Come feel these damned sheets.
 
It’s like the softest shit in the world.”
 
He rolled over again, butt up in the air.

I ran over to the bed and jumped on it, smacking John’s naked ass as I landed.
 
He was right, the sheets were heavenly.

“Look at that fruit basket.
 
I know I’m a dude, and not supposed to
 
notice that stuff, but look at it.”
 
I turned around to see a basket full of tropical delights spilling over.
 
I climbed off the bed and walked over to the table, sampling the berries.

“I’m starving.
 
Where the hell are our clothes?”

“Our luggage is in the closet already.”
 
John picked up one
 
of the suitcases and put it on a stand.
 
“What should I wear?”
 
he joked.