When You Least Expect It

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Once we make it to the house things cool off a bit. Corey let me know that they would be out for most of the day he had already made plans to take Ashley Grace out for dinner. In a way it works out, Whitney didn't want to hang out with them and now I don't even have to come up with a plan for us. They'll be out and we can order in and rent a movie, spend a little time alone before they get back.

For now though we are headed down to the beach. Whitney's mood picked up after her little stunt in the car earlier, so I have that going for me. She comes bouncing down the stairs in her little bikini with her hair pulled back into two buns. "Well don't you look adorable."

"Always Derek. But I have a question for you."

I wrap my arms around her waist, my face buried in her neck, "What is it babe?"

"Where the hell are we sleeping tonight?"

I freeze, this isn't going to go over well, "About that. We are sharing the couch. Corey said he thinks it is a pull out so it should be fine."

"And if it isn't?" She pulls my hands apart and steps in front of me crossing her arms.

"If it isn't you can have the couch and I'll crash on the floor. I don't mind as long as you're comfortable."

She rolls her eyes, "Awesome."

I try to take her hand but she jerks it back, "Come on babe. Don't let one little thing ruin our trip. It's only for two nights. We can make a little love nest on the floor if that makes it better?"

"Oh yeah. Sleeping on the floor like a couple of bums makes it way better Derek."

"Let's just go down to the beach and get some sun. We can worry about all that later, ok?"

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Lying on the beach with the sun beating down on my chest and face feels amazing. Whitney is stretched out on her stomach beside me with her top undone. She sulked about the sleeping arrangements for a while but finally settled down. Or maybe she fell asleep, I don't know. Either way she was relaxed, at least for the moment.

Another hour or so passes and I start to feel a little too warm. I turn over onto my side and run my hands down Whitney 's bare back. She stirs just a little so I make my way a little lower. I give her barely covered ass cheek a little rub before I lightly pop it. Her head turns towards me and she gives me the stink eye. I guess she had fallen asleep after all.

"Hey hot stuff, you wanna go take a dip with me? Cool off for a minute?"

Rolling onto her back she stretches, her bikini top threatening to put her goods on display. "I don't really want to get all gross. I'll pass."

"Aw, come on. I bet that water feels amazing."

"I said no. I'm not getting in the water with you Derek. Just leave me alone."

"Ok. I'm sorry baby." Running my hand down her thigh I ask, "Do you want me to tie your top back up for you before I go?"

"Sure don't. Just go."

Sighing, I heft myself to my feet giving her one last look before I turn to the water. I don't know what else to do with her. I feel like I try my best and it's rarely good enough for her. I know she wants this lavish lifestyle but come on. I'm doing my best to save what little money I have to make sure I have something to live off of once summer comes around. At least until I can find a better paying job. I don't know, I care about Whitney but sometimes I feel like I'm just not ever going to be the person she is expecting me to be. Who knows. Maybe I just need to try harder.