Chapter 2
Joey took Friday and Monday off work, and we’re making the ten-hour drive from Washington State to Gold Beach, Oregon, in one day.
We planned to do all the packing after work on Thursday so we could be ready to walk out the door early Friday morning.
Since we’re staying at a vacation rental home, we don’t need to bring much and we agreed to keep it down to one bag each to avoid a car full of unnecessary supplies.
While we pack, I grumble about the drive. “I wish we could have picked somewhere closer. Ten hours is going to suck.”
“You know why. Jeff lives in L.A. so this was the most central location for everyone.”
Joey and Zane had drifted apart over the years, so all the information I learned about Zane since after we left school came from Jessica.
She told me that he was unmarried and owned a bar in Montana and couldn’t take the time off.
I wasn’t sad to discover he couldn’t come.
Zane and I have a complicated past, and I’d had a major crush on him originally instead of Joey.
Zane had that alluring bad boy vibe, and Joey was his goofy sidekick.
Like most misguided young girls, I wasn’t interested in the goofball and I craved the excitement of the bad boy.
I was half in love with Zane from when I met him at age 14 until we were 16.
Things got heated one night at a Halloween party where Zane and I had an intense make-out session that bordered on actual sex.
I’ve debated over the years what defines sex, since we both orgasmed, but all we did was touch with our hands and kiss.
Afterwards I thought we would end up dating or at the very least hooking up again.
I expected Zane to be the first cock inside me, but after the party he ignored me for weeks.
I don’t know what happened since he and I never talked about it, but his rejection hurt more than I wanted to admit and I asked Joey out on a date in retaliation.
My “Fuck you, I’ll date your best friend” attitude was childish, but it turned out to be the best decision of my life.
Once Joey was out of a group setting and dropped the class clown routine, I found out he was smart and thoughtful.
Within a few months I was over Zane, and Joey and I were officially an item.
The only problem was that whenever I was around Zane, I could sense he was watching me and my body still reacted to him.
He and Joey were inseparable, so there was no way to avoid him, and I never felt at ease around him.
I’m sure 18 years changes a lot of things, but I’m still secretly pleased he won’t be there this weekend. I’ve never told Joey about my history with Zane, and as far as I know, he’s not aware that Zane and I had our hands down each other’s pants at the party.
Trying to get focused on the packing so it doesn’t take all night, I scrunch eight pairs of panties into tiny balls and shove them towards the bottom of my travel bag. I sense I’m being watched, and when I glance up, Joey is standing across the bed in front of his open bag, amused.
“What disaster is going to befall us on this trip that requires so many panties?”
He knows me well and laughs at me every time we take a trip since I always pack twice as much underwear as needed. I always have an excuse, and I grin at him. “It’s the coast. What if there’s a tsunami and we’re stranded for days?”
Panties are the one piece of clothing I can’t stand to wear unless they’re clean. Even in an absolute emergency, I’m more likely to go commando than wear the previous day’s panties.
“Uh-huh” is his only reply, and I grab a pillow from the bed and toss it at his head. He catches it easily and laughs.
I continue packing, ignoring his teasing. “We should have told everyone to go to Cannon Beach. It’s closer.”
“That would have been too far for Jeff.”
“Yeah, but they filmed The Goonies there. How could anyone resist that?”
With everyone’s various travel arrangements, the full group is only getting together on Saturday. The rest of the trip is our own, and I would have loved to sit on the beach and stare out at the ocean from the movie.
Joey snorts. “Who even remembers that movie?”
I narrow my eyes at him and grab another pillow, ready to chuck it at him. He’s treading on dangerous territory if he disparages my favorite movie as a kid.
“I’ll have you know LOTS of people loved that movie.”
His eyes twinkle at me when he responds. “Yeah, old people, since it came out before we were born.”
I huff at him but set the pillow down. He might have a point.
Most of my friends growing up had never watched it before meeting me.
I corrected the oversight quickly with everyone, and one of my first dates with Joey was a movie night in my parents’ basement that included The Goonies and some heavy petting afterwards.
The movie didn’t turn us on, but we were 16 and in a secluded basement watching a movie… what else was going to happen?
“Okay, Mr. Funny Guy, get your stuff packed so you’re not dragging ass in the morning when I’m ready to leave.”
He just grins at me and keeps folding his clothes meticulously while I toss mine into a gigantic pile and attempt to shove it all into one bag.
There is no way this will all fit, but I refuse to give up without trying.
Every trip we take, I’m the one who isn’t ready to leave on time, but I always pin the blame on him.
Last trip we were running late because HE hadn’t remembered to pack my make-up kit, so I had to rush back into the house to grab it.
“Hey, Miri?”
My bag is overflowing and I’m eyeing the small pile of clothing that didn’t make it in, debating whether I need to break the one-bag rule.
I give him a casual, “Hmm?” Do I really need a second bathing suit?
We’re only going to have two full days there, so am I going to visit the beach more than once?
Plus, it’s Oregon and not a tropical vacation; it’s probably going to be cold, even in June.
“Did you remember to pack the white lace top?”
A zing of pleasure rushes through my core at his words. You bet your ass I did, but I try to sound nonchalant about it. “Oh, yeah, I think it’s in there. Why do you want me to bring it?”
His “You’ll see” is mysterious and gives me a jolt of excitement.
I pluck some clothes out and sort them while I think about his request. My only guess is that he plans on having me wear it in public, and I grow wet at the thought.
The lace leaves nothing to the imagination, and it’s not designed to have a bra underneath it.
In the right lighting, someone would see the color and shape of my nipples. Why is this idea so hot?
I start to suggest we have some pre-vacation sex, but Joey lets out an enormous yawn at that exact moment so I quickly close my mouth and go back to my packing.
I can be patient. He knows I’m expecting sex on the trip, so I’m confident it will happen.
If I play my cards right, maybe I’ll get it twice.