My Player Best Friend

Together on the Beach

"So, are you ready?" I asked Sam as I held her hand on mine while my other hand's on the steering wheel.

"Yep. It's gonna be a blast!" she clapped her hands together like a little kid. I chuckled.

"So...what are we gonna do?" I asked.

I wanted Sam to be the one to decide what activities we should do. I mean, if she'd leave the decision up to me, I'd make sure our activities would be full of perverted stuffs and I don't think Sam's up for that idea so I had let decide on what we should do. Don't get me wrong. I love Sam not just because of her body but I had to admit that her body's sizzling hot and any guy would love to fuck her and make her scream specially when she wears a tiny bikini that barely hides anything. Of course, I wasn't like those guys, I love Sam's body but I wasn't gonna fuck her. I would make love to her. Besides, if Sam's happy then I'm happy too.

"Well, I just want to lie down and get a tan then of course, we should swim after that I want to stroll down the beach. Is that okay?" she asked.

"Of course, would you let me put sunblock on you?" I smirked, thinking of what miht happen.

She blushed and just nodded her head.

"I only reserved one room." I told her.

"What?" she asked, her eyes widening.

"You heard me." I replied, not expecting her reaction to be like that.

"Why?"

"Well, I thought you wouldn't mind staying with me since we sleep on the same bed a lot."

"But what would people think?" she asked, horrified.

I could almost see her brain picturing what nasty things people would say if they found out that we stayed in the same room for two nights.

"Stop worrying about what people would say, princess. Besides, no one goes to the beach this time because it's not vacation anyway." I said, trying to ease her worry.

She just nodded but I knew she's still bothered about what people would say. Sam's that type of person; caring too much about what others thought or said. She unconsciously wanted to be perfect for them. She thought if she wouldn't do what they want, they wouldn't like her anymore. Well, she's got this goody-goody image in front of everyone. Everyone loves her. She's the student council president, our school newspaper editor, a straight-A student and running for Valedictorian. She's the teacher's pet. Beyond that, no one could hate her, not even the cheerleaders because she's too nice and all. It's natural for her to feel pressure because she got a rep to protect. Exactly why we're meant to be and perfect for each other. We're the exact opposites. She's the good girl, I was the bad guy. She's smart and I wasn't. She's pure and well...you know me guys.

A couple of minutes later, we arrived at the hotel and I pulled up. I opened up the door for her and she went out and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me down.