Suddenly, I woke up with a gasp.
I sat up on the couch, my hand clutching my chest in shock. My panties were damp as hell. What the hell was that dream about? Why was I dreaming of having sex? I just met the dude in a random gas station.
“What’s wrong?” asked Lori carrying a bowl of frosted flakes and making her way over to the couch. I was at Lori’s apartment after she picked me up the night my parents revealed my true identity.
I still didn’t believe it and didn’t want to think about what they said. It had been a couple of days, and I missed my parents a little, but my life would be at a standstill if I went back. They’d fill me up with drugs and more shit I didn’t need. I looked at my phone, seeing a bunch of missed calls from Mom.
It was going to be hard to trust them again. Well, the way I trusted them my entire life.
Not happening again. Nope.
I sat my phone down, ignoring the voicemails.
“I had the most stupid nightmare,” I sighed, stretching. My heart was still racing from the naughty dream, but I was starting to calm down a little.
“Share the dream,” she said, eating her cereal and watching me with concern in her wide eyes.
“I dreamt I was about to have sex with four guys. Like all at once,” I said.
Saying it out loud made it sound so ridiculous.
“Whoa, girl, it looks like someone is sex-starved ‘round here,” laughed Lori, droplets of milk flying from her mouth. “I wouldn’t mind a couple of guys myself.”
“It was just…bizarre,” I said, shaking my head. “Glad the cruise is today.”
“Yeah, you’ve been too stressed about classes and family,” said Lori. “Pack your best shit. We gotta look nice and attract some guys.”
“Haha, I guess,” I laughed, removing the teddy bear printed sheet from my lap and making my way to the bathroom with purple tiled floors.
After brushing, showering, and getting dressed in a red sundress, I felt ready to go.
I wore a black cardigan over my dress. I stared into Lori’s vanity mirror, applying my mascara. I had curled my shoulder-length black hair and had to keep brushing off the little tendrils of curls covering my eyes.
I patted my hair down, happy with how I looked.
“Do you have extra sunglasses?” I asked Lori, who was scrambling to find something to wear.
“Yep, in the top drawer of the vanity,” she called from the closet.
Putting on the sunglasses, I felt sexy as I twirled around in front of the mirror. I wanted to meet some guys on purpose this time. Maybe it would work since I was fixed now with all my emotions. Wet dreams and all.
I unzipped my suitcase, making sure everything I needed was in there.
“I’m ready to go,” I said. “We’re going to be so late, Lori. The cruise leaves in an hour, and it’s going to take us time to get there.”
“I know,” she sighed, sinking against her few outfits in the closet. “I have literally nothing to wear.”
Maybe a vacation to the Bahamas is just what I needed to let loose.
After the chaotic morning with Lori trying to find an outfit, we walked along the boarding deck to the cruise ship.
It was a sunny morning, and the slight chill in the wind made me shiver. I wrapped my cardigan tighter around me. We stood in line as everyone’s bags were checked at the front by security guards.
“That’s my cousin,” said Lori pointing her out.
“She doesn’t look too happy,” I said, looking at the bride wearing a thin white dress. She had curly blond hair and red lipstick. She was in the front of the line, clutching her fiance’s hand and tapping his arm constantly. He looked like he couldn’t be bothered to talk.
“Yep, the one and only,” said Lori. “Not looking forward to saying hi to her when we board.”