After about twenty minutes, far longer than I’ve ever spent in a shower, I turn off the spigot and step out. They have soft, fluffy bathrobes and I wrap myself in one. It’s like a white cloud.
“I should get myself one of these for home,” I think aloud. I comb out my hair, tie it into a loose braid, and hurry to the door. The breakfast I ordered earlier is here, and it smells delicious. The waiter unveils it with a flourish and backs out of the room, and I sit on the couch to enjoy my food. It tastes divine, although not thirty dollars a plate divine, but it is piled high with this luxuriously indulgent vanilla cream that I really want the recipe for. Sex must make me ravenous, because I demolish my plate in just a few minutes. I’m mopping up the last bit of berry and cream with my waffle when Renee bursts in through the door.
“Em!” she says breathlessly. “I have amazing news!”
She plops down on the couch and pours herself a cup of coffee. I figured she’d want some of that when she comes back.
“I met someone!”
“Well I figured that much,” I tell her. “What’s his name?”
“Sebastian,” she says dreamily. “Isn’t that just such a cool name?”
“It is. So you met him last night? Was that who you were dancing with when I left?”
Renee dumps in heaping spoonfuls of sugar in her coffee as she answers.
“No, that was some other guy. He was okay, but he was too short. I like my guys tall, you know, at least a few inches when I’m in heels. Sebastian came later. I was almost about to fall into the pool when he rescued me. He has the most spectacular biceps!” She takes a sip of her coffee and sighs happily. “He works out a lot I think.”
“That’s fantastic Renee!” I pour a cup of coffee or myself too, curling up on the sofa and getting comfortable.
“Isn’t it? And it’s not only his biceps that are huge, if you know what I mean. The guy’s hung, and he knows just how to use it. I mean, really use it. Ugh, I’ve forgotten what it’s like to get laid good.”
Renee prattles on more about her new guy, showing me pictures on her phone, and she’s so happy that I don’t want to interrupt. After a while though, she pauses.
“Oh my god,” she says, eyes widening. “I’ve completely forgotten to ask you about your news! Tell me what happened after you left!”
“I met someone too,” I tell her shyly. She shrieks and claps. “He’s... well, he was pretty amazing too.”
I slowly tell her the details, but for some reason I feel like I should leave out the fact that he’s way, way older than me. I think Renee wouldn’t approve, and I don’t want her to put a damper on how I feel.
“Did he...?”
“He did,” I say with a blush. “I’m no longer a virgin!”
“That’s fantastic! Oh I’m so glad to hear that it was with someone amazing,” she says. “The first time should be special you know? You should remember back on it fondly, even if the guy you pick isn’t one you marry or whatever.”
“Believe me, I will,” I tell her.
“Are you going to see him again?” she asks. “I mean, it seems like there were some sparks.”
“I... don’t think so.” She frowns, and I hurry to explain. “Don’t worry, it’s not like he said no or anything. But I figure it’s never going to work. We’re only here for a week, and we’re... we don’t have a lot of things in common. I think we want different things in life.”
Renee looks completely perplexed.
“I don’t get it. I thought you said you guys basically locked lips and bodies and that’s about it. Don’t tell me you were talking about your plans and future goals and such on a hookup?”
“Don’t worry,” I tell her. “I definitely didn’t. I’m not that intense. It’s just... I could tell from his place.”
And that was sort of true. I mean, the guy was a bachelor for sure. There wasn’t a single sign of a woman in his bathroom (yes I checked), nor the rest of his house from what I could tell. It was all wood and manly leather and dark tones. And then there was the baby picture in the silver frame beside his bed. The little girl was adorable, with blue eyes like her daddy. I double checked, and there’s no ring, which meant divorce. And that’s when I realized that it couldn’t be more than just a one night stand. I love kids and babies, but I’m a student. From the looks of things, Nate’s a highly successful businessman at least a decade older than I am with his own family. Even if we were physically compatible, we wouldn’t be emotionally.