Freshman Year

Sun, Sand and Sexies

Mark cycled to the beach to see Kristi already sprawled out on a towel, her jacket tan like the surrounding sand. Her sunglasses were tinted the same shade of blue as the crystal-like water. Mark ripped off his V-neck sweater vest instantly showing off his newly chiselled six-pack he got from curling practice. Sadly though, his angel-like hair was hidden by his navy blue touque. The picturesque Ontarian beach was pretty much empty, except for Mark, Kristie and an occasional jogger.

Kristie's POV:

I jogged to the beach; I had to beat Mark there. I could tell that he wanted to talk about my drunken texting. I regret sending it, but now he knows. I don't know if it's good if he knows how I feel about this, but based on the way he was talking, it seemed like he didn't care. I think that's good...

Mark's POV:

Wow, she was already at the beach, and dang, she looks good. I knew this talk would be awkward but I think it was important that we just sit down and discuss this. I could tell that she really regretted texting me, but alcohol and drugs really let you reveal how you really feel. She may regret that text, but I think that is how she really feels. I like her as a friend, but I don't know if I like her more than as a friend. She was explaining how she really regretted that, but I was getting lost in her beautiful eyes. I don't know what got into me, but I kissed her, and she kissed me back all passionate-like. Once she noticed what happened, she told me that she just needed to leave. I told her to stay but she just kept on going. I knew I'd regret not following her.

Kristie's POV:

He just freaking kissed me, on the mouth! I think that I love him, but I'm not sure that he feels the same. I can't wait to tell Jennifer. I left because I felt like he expected me to want him to explain his motive. Oh Mark, why do you always want to explain yourself? A kiss is a kiss, regardless. It's not like we copulated, but it was just so passionate. I'm gonna call Jennifer when I get home.

Mark's POV:

Kristie just left. I think we've both got to think about what we've done. I'll definitely Skype her tonight. I hope I didn't freak her out. While I'm out, I guess I could get some poutine and enjoy my day off. But I just sat there thinking until I heard footsteps coming closing in on me.

I thought it was Kristie, so I jokingly said: "Are you back for more?"

"How could I get more if I didn't get any to begin with?", said the non-Kristie. "Let's change that."

"Who on earth is that?", I thought. I sat up and saw Cynthia.

"Crap!", I thought. "I forgot that she lives close to the beach."

It wasn't a bad thing, just a bad time. She also had the day off. We talked about curling for a while, but I soon realized that she didn't just want to talk. She laid her hand in my chest and felt my organs. Then she started to slide her hand slowly down into my pants. I was going to tell her to stop, but she silenced me. This isn't so bad!

Then we heard an ice cream & beer truck pull up, she stopped and said that she'd see me some other time and to Skype her if I ever desired anything. I said "LOL thanks, bye!"

Cynthia's POV:

Frick that sexy van!!! I wish Mark and I were alone for as long as possible. There's just something about him, we're both curlers, we're basically made for one another. I was about to give him by whole body, that would've made him mine for sure. Geez, I wish I could've brought him to my apartment but my parents were home. He looked even better than in his mirror selfies he kept sending me. DANG! Well, see ya later Mark.

Mark's POV:

After Cynthia left I had another person lay next to me. Crap! Kristie probably saw everything and is coming to confront me. But before I could say a word, I was greeted by "Hey Mark!", said a male person. My eyes crunched open and I saw JAKE? Small world I guess. Who's the next person I'm gonna see, Mr. Gaylord, my English teacher? Dr. Jasprin my doctor? Regardless, Jake is in grade eight and he's on my curling team. He's great at curling, he's always calm and he's almost as popular as me. I don't know him well, but we started talking anyway.

I told him why I was here and what happened with Kristie.

"Dang, man. That's a toughie," he replied. Then he started telling me something that I just couldn't believe.  

Jake's POV:

I saw Mark. Even though I don't know him well, we're always friendly when we're together. He's a darn good curler and a great person. He defended my honour when there was a rumour that I was gay. He made it perfectly clear to everyone that my sexuality is a private matter and it's not up for a public debate. Anyway, I started telling him about this new lady that I met recently: Jennifer. I think that Mark already knows her, but I met her while she was working at Tim Horton's.

Mark was dumbfounded!

"Dang, well aren't you just a lucky guy!" he said. "She's absolutely amazing. If you want her to like you a whole bunch, don't be a jerk. Also, she likes beer, so get her some every now and then."

The rest of the afternoon was nice. Mark and I juggled our curling shoes. We both went home after we thought we were both starting to get colds.

"Jeez, this cold is gonna suck at curling practice," I thought.