I was starting to wonder why I was even friends with her at all. True, she’d been really good to me in the past, but these last two days had been nothing but misery from her. She seemed more interested in chasing boys than in being my friend, let alone a decent person. It was frustrating, because I could remember a time when Lydie was good to me.
We’d been inseparable for years. We met freshman year and had lived together as soon as we got out of the dorms. It was like love at first sight or something, and we just clicked. But the past year had changed Lydie, and for the worse. Although she’d been there when I really needed a friend, she’d suddenly become this new person that just wanted to party all the time.
I liked a good party, but not every single day of my life. Lydie couldn’t seem to see past her own stupid face anymore.
And then there was Nate. As soon as he had realized that I was a virgin, his jaw had dropped and he had looked at me like I had two heads. It wasn’t like I planned on keeping that from him, but then again, why was it his business? It wasn’t like I was going to fuck him anytime soon. He was my stepbrother. I couldn’t imagine losing my virginity to my stepbrother of all people. That’d be so wrong.
Still, I hated being looked at like that, especially by him. I wanted him to want me, I realized, even if it was totally messed up. I wanted my stepbrother to whisper dirty things in my ear. But suddenly, thanks to Lydie being a huge whorebag, I was this alien monster that’d never been touched.
He probably thought I was some weird cat lady or like an overly emotional clinger or something. But the truth was, having sex had just never felt right. While all my peers were busy humping anything they saw, I kept holding out hope for someone decent to go through that experience with.
Maybe that was naïve. Admittedly, I’d grown up a lot since then. I didn’t think losing my virginity was going to be some earth-shattering experience, or really any huge deal at all, but still. I wanted at least a decent guy for my first time.
I sighed and leaned back, closing my eyes and letting the slight rocking of the boat relax me. I tried not to think about what was going on between Lydie and Nate, but I couldn’t help myself. They were drinking and laughing, and I knew Lydie would practically grab his dick and never let it go until he fucked her if she got the chance.
I held out for an hour. For an entire hour, I left them alone and stewed in my own anger. I was pretty proud of that, because I really wanted to spy on them from the beginning.
But after that hour, I couldn’t take it anymore. I kept picturing Lydie’s fake laugh and the way she put her hand on a guy’s arm. I couldn’t imagine Nate would fall for that crap, but then again they were drinking and Lydie was practically offering to suck him off right then and there. I slowly got up and crept over toward where they were hanging out. I peeked over the edge.
They were still sitting in the same spot, and Lydie was laughing. She took a shot and Nate said something that got lost in the heavy wind.
“No way,” Lydie said. “I want to show you something.”
“Yeah? What’s that?”
“Come on.” She stood up a little unsteadily and took his hand. He stood up, a strange look on his face.
And then she led him down below deck.
I felt unreasonably angry as I stormed back over to my spot. But what could I do about any of it? I couldn’t run down there and stop it, because that’d be crazy, and I didn’t want to be Nate’s crazy, cockblocking stepsister. But I also didn’t want him to catch whatever herpes Lydie definitely had.
And I also wanted him all to myself. Which was crazy, because I definitely was never going to sleep with that macho asshole. Still, the idea of Lydie down there, wrapping her gross lips around his cock, made me pissed.
I stood up suddenly and walked fast down to the main deck. I made my way over to the bar and grabbed a bottle of tequila, pouring myself a shot.
I wasn’t much of a drinker, but maybe it would help. I tossed it back.
“Tough day?”
I looked up, surprised. “What are you doing here?”
Nate shrugged, coming up from below deck. “Your friend was wasted so I put her to bed.”
“Put her to bed?” I repeated stupidly.
“Yeah, as in I tossed her onto one of the beds and told her to sleep it the fuck off. She tried to pull my shorts off, but I told her I’d rather fuck a dead whale. I think she puked after that.”
I stared at him for half a second and then broke out laughing. That was pretty much the most incredible image I could possibly think up. Relief washed over me in a huge wave, and I suddenly felt bad for feeling like a total psycho.