Sasha (Mixed Drinks #1)

by Rae Matthews

  As we start to walk down the beach toward the fun, I find that I am relieved that our little awkward moment has passed. In fact, I might actually be kind of grateful for the interruption from my friends. I’m not sure how I was about to respond to him, and knowing how this day has gone for me so far, I think this will be a better way to go about things. It will lighten the mood, and give me a chance to spend more time with him before I give him the third degree on the ins and outs of his thoughts regarding me.

  As we approach Matt and Will and the small crowd that has gathered, I can hear chanting. “DO IT, DO IT, DO IT, DO IT, yeah!”

  We arrive just in time to see the aftermath of the X-rated version of beer bonging that has erupted.

  A bare-breasted hot chick is holding the bong in her fake-titty cleavage, letting the beer wash over her into the guy’s mouth. He has nestled his face, motorboat-style, attempting to use the gigantic melons to direct the beer into his mouth.

  Of course, more beer ends up running down the rest of her body and onto the ground than in into his mouth. Even so, I’m gonna go out on a giant limb here and say I’m pretty sure that he doesn’t care that much about the beer. As I stare into the nearly naked madness, I’m trying my best not to go into freak out mode. I invited Stallion Man over for some beer bonging, not an NC-17 peepshow with an orgy on the side. The way this is going, we are sure to have pussies drowning in beer, and dudes going crotch snorkeling at any moment.

  At this point, there is so much sex-related activity happening that I’m not even sure that I can look at My Stallion. I would hate for me to take one extra long look into his eyes, then start ripping off my swimming suit, grab a beer, and then pour it all over me, and saying something like, Lick it off me until I come, NOW! Yeah, that might not be the best way to let him know I’m really not crazy.

  I suddenly feel him looking at me, probably silently thinking that I might be an easy lay if this is how I party it up. Oh my god, I’m going to have to look at him now. What could I say that will let him know that I’m not a slut-bag? Ok fine, that I’m not an easy slut-bag. I’ve had my share of guys, although my number is not so horribly high that I would lie about it; at least not too much.

  I finally look up at my brown-eyed stallion. “Well, I guess they should have been charging admission. I wasn’t aware that there was going to be an NC-17 show today.” He looks back toward the crowd with a shit-eating grin on his face. What the hell does that mean? Most guys I know would have at least offered a smartass remark to follow mine. All I get is his shit smirk. Well, maybe that means Miss-Suck-On-My-Tatas-While-Beer-Runs-Down-Me is more his type. Now don’t get me wrong, I have had my turn at flashing

  strangers. However, I’m not about to let some dude suck on my areolas in front of a crowd; I do have some morals.

  As we watch some newcomers do a couple standard (and a few more NC-17) beer bongs, the Stallion and I start to make small talk. About how awesome the beach is today, and how nice it was running into each other. After awhile, a little bit if soft flirting starts to sneak its way into the conversation. I have to admit, I’m still shocked that he has even taken our conversation thus far. I mean, he can’t actually be interested in me. He is probably just entertaining me in a completely platonic, concerned that my grandpa almost accosted your friend kind of way. However, the flirting is giving me hope that maybe he will make at least one of my fantasies come true. I’m just about to step my flirting up a notch when Will comes over with the beer bong and hands it to the stallion.

  “Your turn man, show us what you got. The record stands at four beers,” Will tells him.

  Stallion Man takes the bong and hands it to me. “Ladies first,” he says with a big smile.

  “Oh, um, I don’t actually drink beer.” I blush as I say this because even I can hear how ridiculous it sounds, given my original invitation to the activity at hand.

  He looks as me still smiling and says, “Well, that’s too bad. I find it pretty sexy to watch a girl doing a beer bong. It means they might be able to handle some other things.”

  I raise an eyebrow and smirk at him. So that’s how it’s going to be, huh? Ok, I’ll show him what I can handle.

  “I always aim to please, so allow me to demonstrate my abilities.” I say, with flirtation in my tone.

  I snatch the beer bong from his hand, walk over to the cooler, and open the lid. I quickly pull three bottles out of the cold ice, then turn to hand them to Megan. She gives me a look that says are you sure about this? I give her a nod and grab the plastic tubing of the beer bong. Taking my stance, I glance over at the stallion with my best check me out look, and put the tube in my mouth. Megan begins to pour in the first wine cooler, and I feel the cold liquid hit my tongue. I start swallowing the fizzy wine cooler as fast as I can to keep up.

  I’m only about half way through the first bottle when I realize that this might not have been the awesome idea I had envisioned. I can feel the fizzy alcohol bubbling in my stomach, and I know this can only end badly. I finally finish the third wine cooler, and as the crowd cheers for the completion of my abnormal choice of beverage for the bong, I can feel the fizz again, making its way back up my throat. I’m not about to embarrass myself yet again today, so I give a little wave to my newfound fans and start to walk away.

  I can see the stallion watching me the whole time, with a giant smirk on his face. I can only imagine what he’s thinking, and I so wanted to go over there and ask for his opinion of my skills. Except that at this time I feel that would be a mistake, given my currently progressing condition.

  I’ve finally evaded the crowds in a secluded area when I hear that sexy voice again. “Hey, wait. Where are you going?” I close my eyes, hoping it was just my imagination. I keep them closed while I turn toward the sound, and when I open them again, I see Stallion Man jogging towards me.

  Oh this is bad. I start telling myself that I’m not going to puke. I will not puke! Oh shit... I might puke... Oh fuck, here it comes. I turn away and bend over, leaning on my knees and open my mouth.

  “BUUUUURP! Buuuuurp!”

  One of the loudest burps of my life comes out, followed by a few smaller yet equally impressive burps, finally ending with a few aftershocks. I stay hunched over, just in case, even though I can feel that the pressure in my stomach is gone. I go ahead and stand up straight, looking back toward my stallion, only to find that his jaw is practically on the ground. From either shock or disgust, I’m not sure which. I can’t imagine that the giant burp he just heard me deliver gave him any idea of my bedroom abilities, other than it’s the equivalent of being a spitter. But on the bright side, at least I didn’t puke. Right?

  “GOOD PUSH.”

  Judging from the tone, I’m sure if I were to look at him, I would see a big smile on his face.

  I finally turn to look behind me, and I see him standing there with his arms crossed. Yes, as predicted, I see the big smile staring back at me.

  “I would say you get an ‘A’ for that performance back there. However, the backstage experience could use some work,” he adds.

  I shoot him a cute little oops was that me look and say, “Well, it may not have been very ladylike, but I bet I put to shame anything you and your friends could do.”

  “Touché, Sasha, touché. “ The sound of him using my name weakens my knees. I want to hear him say it again and again, preferably while giving me the best sex of my life. I would want him to call out my name while telling me how I make him so hard.

  Wait! What? I’m quickly thrust back to reality, slamming the breaks on the fantasy that was about to play out in my mind. How does he know my name? Shit! He must have heard it and remembered it from when Megan and Sadie came to get me earlier. Wait a minute; how is it that I haven’t heard his name? Or have I, and I have just been so distracted that I just didn’t pay attention to it? Damn you, imagination! I have to stay focused on the present and not let my mind run away on some sexual vacation! Ok, let’s see if I can flirt my way to g
etting his name. I mean, god forbid I should just come out and say, Hey, what’s your name? That would just be too lame.

  “So you seem to have me at a disadvantage here,” I say with a slight flirtatious swing in my shoulder and my hands behind my back, as if to tease him.

  “Oh yeah, how’s that?” he asks in an equally playful tone.

  “Well, it seems that you know my name, even though I don’t know yours.”

  “Ooooh that. Yeah, I suppose I do.” I notice him slowly moving closer to me as he says this.

  “So what should I call you? Or I should I just make a name up for you? I’m very good at that.”

  He is now standing right in front of me. He is so close that I can feel his breath on my face. I think he is just about to kiss me. Or at least I hope he does, even if I don’t yet know his name. He is looking deep into my eyes, and I can feel my heart beating a million miles a minute. He isn’t saying anything, just continues to look at me. Should I say something or make the first move? Is this one of those moments you see in romantic comedies where the guy makes the walk over to the girl to give her the puppy dog eyes, and she jumps into his arms, kissing him, and they live happily ever after?

  Oh fuck it! I move the extra few inches closer to him, and in that moment, he grabs the back of my head and pulls me to his lips. He starts off so soft yet firm, and as our mouths open I can feel the passion he is desperately try to hold back. Why is he holding back? He could do anything he wanted to right now and I wouldn’t object. As we come up for air, we look into each other’s eyes. I want him to take me now. I need him to tear off my bathing suit and put himself inside me.

  I move in closer for another round, and he grabs me more passionately. I can feel his other hand as it moves down my back. He grabs my ass and gives it a squeeze, pulling me even closer still, if that is even possible. I move away, just enough to give me access to the tie on the front of his swimming trunks. I’m starting to work the knot when the kissing stops and he moves his head away from mine. “I think we should slow down.”

  Taking a deep breath, I can feel that certain parts of him do not agree with what his mouth is saying. “I’m not that drunk. I’m good with this, and I want you, here and now.” I say desperately, still trying to untie the knot.

  He takes my hands away and looks into my eyes. He sighs deeply then says, “I didn’t really come prepared for this type of activity, and you don’t even know my name yet. I think you might regret it later.”

  I have been fantasizing about him for a whole week, and I feel like I know him better than I should at this point. I gave him a name. Stallion Man. I’ve wanted him so badly, and now that he is actually here, I’m gonna get beaver blocked by a lack of good planning. Just my luck. It’s just been so long since I had really good sex, and he seems like he could actually satisfy my cravings. At least he does in my fantasies. At this moment, I want to run around the beach asking everyone for a condom. However, that might give off the impression that I am desperate, and who wants some desperate chick on the beach, pawing all over them? That is the recipe for a stalker right there.

  “I know, you’re right. We should slow down,” I say as I back away a little and adjust my bikini top. “So, what now?” I ask, as this slightly awkward moment is now staring us both in the face and we desperately try to avoid eye contact. We were so close! I was finally going to feel him inside me at last. Note to self: sew a pocket into my bikini top and insert condom, for emergency use only. I see him adjusting his swimming trunks over and over, so it obviously took a lot of strength for him to slam on the breaks.

  Ok, so now it was time to break the ice that is now rapidly forming between us. “Let’s get back to your name. I take it you want me to make one up for you?” I figure if he wants to play, then I will play.

  He lets out a cute little half-laugh and says, “Sure, why not.”

  I pause for a moment, to let him think that I’m contemplating a name for him, when really he could be nothing else except My Stallion. However, I don’t need him knowing that I have been calling him that for the last week.

  “I think I will call you… Stallion,” I say in the cutest flirty voice I can muster. As soon as the words leave my lips, I regret them. What if he thinks it is the dumbest name in the world?

  “Stallion?” he repeats, laughing.

  Oh crap. It was dumb, not cute; just the most ridiculous thing I could have said. I was hoping for a you can call me whatever you want, as long as I can call you mine kind of response. I get a belly laugh instead. Double crap. I need to think of something to say, and fast.

  “Well, you did save me and my friends while we were damsels in distress, as if you were a knight riding in on his Stallion.” I explain, quickly trying to justify the private nickname I just blurted out

  His laugh diminishes into a smirk. His eyes have changed, as if he’s now looking through me and not at me. They stay that way for a brief moment, and then he is back, looking at my eyes normally. “I was happy to be of service to you, my lady,” he says with a bow. “So shall we rejoin the others, before I have to take a dip in the river in lieu of a cold shower?” he says with a slight smile.

  “Oh, ok. Yeah, I suppose we should do that. I’m sure Megan and Sadie are wondering where I am, and you haven’t done your beer bong yet.” I’m not sure if he senses my disappointment as I speak, but if he does, he doesn’t show it.

  The sun was starting to set now, and it would begin to get cooler soon. As we get back to where the beer bong show went down, the crowd had settled down and was starting to dwindle. As evening set in, the beach had cleared as most people needed to get back to the boat landings before dark. We had already decided a few days ago to sleep out on the beach, so Matt and Will were starting to set up our tents. Each of theirs was already up, and they were starting on my little two-man tent that has a reservation for just one tonight.

  There is talk of getting a bonfire going, so some of the guys went off to go look for some firewood. We overheard the conversation on our walk back, and my stallion offers to help. For a brief moment, I think he does just to get away from me. Except then he grabs the neck of his shirt and quickly pulls it over his head. The remaining sun shines on his tan skin, the evening shadows highlighting the definition of his rock hard abs. I’m staring at him wide-eyed, and I can feel the drool forming in my mouth. I snap out of it when he tosses his white T-shirt at me and says, “Hold on to that for me, will you? I would hate to get it dirty. Just yet,” he says with a wink.

  I clutch the shirt to my chest as I watch him run toward the tree line. I‘m left to wonder what exactly is going on here. Again with the sexual innuendoes. I’ve never really had a guy give me mixed signals like this before. Guys are normally pretty readable, for the most part. I shake my head and start scanning the beach for Megan and Sadie. I see them over by the boat washing off their feet, getting really to put some warmer clothes on.

  As I near my friends, they shout my name and start jumping up and down in excitement. They are clearly foaming at the mouth, wanting all the juicy details from my sexcapade with Stallion Man. As I get closer, they can see the disappointment on my face and quickly grill me for the story.

  “Oh no, Sasha, was it not good?” Megan asks in a compassionate tone.

  “What? Huh? Oh, no we didn’t, um yeah... We kissed, and it was amazing. I’m sure it would have gone further, except that we were a bit, unprepared, if you know what I mean.”

  “Oh my god! Well, kissing is a good start! So, how does he kiss?” Sadie asks.

  I go into all the little details about the kiss, and about the weird, piercing look he gave me. Then I imagine what would have happened if he had been prepared, while still listening to my friends tell me about the random, stupid shit that went on since I disappeared. I would have hoped to be in a state of ecstasy right about now, letting my orgasm-filled lady bits settle down after the earthquake that it would have just experienced, but no, we just kissed. I’m starting to get all wet
and horny. I would say again, but I’m not sure it ever really stopped.

  I see the guys coming back from collecting wood, and I notice My Stallion gazing at me as he unloads a large bundle into the pile. He smiles and winks at me, and then heads back off to the tree line.

  THE BONFIRE WAS NOW IN full effect. The bright, flickering glow from the fire just magnified the unwavering urge to mount My Stallion. We had been flirting from a distance for a few hours now. Me, on my side of the fire with my friends, and him on his side, with his friends. I want so badly to go over there and talk to him. But I’m not sure I could hold a conversation long before I start begging for him to grab a sandwich bag and just take me now. Man, I need to get laid.

  Somewhere around 2am, most people had gone back to their boats or tents to sleep. The last few people were now saying their goodnights, including my friends.

  Megan gives me a wink and says, “Have fun,” before she heads off to her tent with Matt. Soon it will be just Stallion Man and I alone on the beach. I see him saying goodnight to one of his friends, off to my left. As they are talking, he looks over at me. They do the requisite male fist bump, and he starts walking toward me.

  “Bash,” he says with a smirk.

  “Huh?” I ask, confused.

  “That’s my name. Well, it’s Sebastian, but my friends call me Bash.” He continues, while grabbing a chair and setting it next to mine.

  “Oh. Got it.”

  “I figured I should probably tell you my name so you can call me something other than... Stallion.” He says, grinning at me with that sexy little smile of his.

  Sebastian. Bash. What a sexy name. Could I have expected anything less from My Stallion? Not something you hear all the time, either. I can just hear myself calling his name out while he plays with my lady parts. Oh hell, I need to get my head out of the gutter. I’m going to start moaning out loud soon, and then he will think I’m a freak or something. The fire is not helping, either. The glow bouncing off of his perfect skin and the way his eyes glimmer from the flicker of the flames is memorizing.