Kevin

When I woke up I was slumped over next to Tina’s bed and she was snoring away. My body ached and the room smelled faintly of puke and wine, but when I saw Tina sleeping soundly it no longer mattered. The sun wasn’t even up yet and I had no fucking clue if anyone had gotten back yet, so I got off the floor and went to go see if anyone was back.

I disappeared into my room across the hall quickly just to splash some water in my face, however, and the moment I emerged I heard the front door slam open.

“The hell’s that smell!?” Spencer exclaimed.

“Someone ruined our kitchen!” Brady announced.

Holy shit, it was like, 6 in the morning, and they were just now tumbling in from the mainland.

“‘Ey yo, Kev! I think this chicken’s done, dude!” Brady laughed.

“Shut up!” Brit hissed, “He’s probably asleep!”

“Not really,” I croaked. I came down the stairs to find some random woman on Spencer’s arm, Brady lounged back on the couch, and Brit between his legs.

“The hell did you guys do all fucking day yesterday?” I asked.

“Lots of things!” the random girl exclaimed. “We went to a museum-”

“-and had sex in the bathroom,” Spencer interjected.

“And went to go get food…”

“-and fondled each other under the table,” Spencer smirked.

“And went to a movie,” the girl giggled.

“-and took her on the back row.”

“You laid on that nasty floor?” I grimaced.

“And now, we’re back here! And I’m gonna bend her over my bed and fuck her stupid,” Spencer murmured.

“Sounds perfect, baby,” the girl breathed. She was the stereotypical woman Spencer threw his money around for: big tits, small waist, skimpy clothes, no brain. If we were nerds in college, then Spencer was the kid on the playground being strung up by his underwear because he was too nerdy for the nerds, so now that he had money he made sure everyone around him knew it. He invested wisely but threw his pocket change around wildly on these vacations, and he always seemed to have a little piece of ass on his arm.

“So, what do you do for a living?” I asked the girl.

“Porn,” she smiled.

“Jesus,” I breathed.

“Isn’t it perfect!?” Brady laughed.

I heard slurping sounds coming from the couch, and when I turned around to see what it was Spencer slung the woman over his shoulder and started for his room on the other end of the house. I heard him slap her ass and she giggled with delight. I made my way into the kitchen to guzzle some water and clean up the burnt chicken, but when I rounded the corner and saw what was going on on the couch, I sighed and shook my head.

Brit was on her knees with Brady’s cock in her mouth and he was lounging back watching television.

“Seriously?” I said lowly.

His hands were behind his head and he was enjoying the view in front of him, and Brit was slathering his dick in her spit. I tried to distract myself by scraping the kitchen off the bottom of the pan, but holy hell, Brit’s dick sucking was loud.

“Could you tone that down a bit?” I breathed.

“If he mouth wasn’t full, she’d probably stick her tongue out at you,” Brady quipped.

I put some hot water and lemon juice in the pan and let it sit, and then I made quick work of cleaning up the rest of the mess. I kept an ear out for Tina and hadn’t heard her yet, but I’m sure once the festivities kicked up with Spencer she’d be up and ready to do anything but stay in the house.

I thought about taking her to the mainland and getting off this island to go do something, but something in the back of my mind told me that probably wasn’t a good idea. Not for her with all she was battling.

“Somethin’ on your mind, Kev? Ya look preoccupied,” Brady commented.

“I’m surprised you can talk with that thing wrapped around your dick.”

Brit shot me a nasty look before she sucked his dick all the way to the back of her throat, but Brady seemed unphased by the entire thing.

“Something happen with you and Tina?” he asked.

“Seriously, dude? We can do this when Brit isn’t turning purple from choking on you.”

“But my friend looks hurt,” he said.

“Seriously. Pay attention to Brit,” I snickered.

“When she’s good enough, I will.”

I heard a slurping pop before a smack rang out into the room, and when I turned around Brit was rearranging her clothes and walking away while Brady rubbed the inside of his bare leg. He wrapped his hand around his cock and wanked out a fast one on the couch, and when I figured he was done I tossed him a clean dishrag.

“Don’t get any on the couch. That’s thing is comfortable and I don’t want it ruined for me.”

“Alright, Kev. Come on. The hell’s wrong with you?”

He tossed his crusty rag in the corner and I grabbed us some coffee in some mugs, and when I sat down I could feel his eyes on the side of my face.

“Something happened with Tina,” he stated.

“Obviously.”

“Let’s make the start of this a bit easier,” Brady sighed, “I know you and Tina are hooking up.”

“Shit. Does anyone else know?”

“Not to my knowledge, but it wasn’t hard to figure out.”

“How’d you figure it out?” I asked.

“The gazebo. I went looking for you both and saw you guys goin’ at it from the woods.”

“Was it a good show?” I smirked.

“You guys are always a good show.”

“The hell does that mean?”

“Nothing. Anyway, what happened yesterday?” Brady asked.

We drank our coffee down and I told him everything that took place while they were gone. I told him about the movie day and the wine. I told him about how dinner got ruined and why it was ruined. I told him about my big ass mouth and how I rattled off all these questions and made her shut down, and then I told her about how I heard Tina heaving in her shower so I went to go find her.

“Wait, she drunk so much wine she got sick?” Brady asked.

“I think it was more the food, the wine, and the upheaval in the conversation,” I said.

“That would make more sense. How much wine did she have?”

“Dude, she’s not regressing back to her old college ways.”

“How do you know that?” he asked.

That was the dark side of college that Tina never wanted to talk about. For a couple of years there, she was practically a functioning alcoholic. Every time we were together she smelled of wine, and every time I took her out somewhere she would finish the bottle I ordered for both of us. It’s why I started pulling away from her. Not because she was embarrassing or because I didn’t love her, but because every time I tried to step in and help she’d get angry and yell. She’d accuse me of trying to sabotage her success in college and how she had worked hard to get where she was, and the least I could do was let her enjoy her down time when she had it.

I wanted her to enjoy her down time with me, not with some wine bottle I could bring over for her.

“Does she even know that? Why you pulled away?” Brady asked.

“I honestly don’t know. She was the one that initiated the break up, remember?”

“Anyway, do you think you guys’ll continue to hook up after vacation?”

“That I don’t know, either,” I breathed.

“I’ve always thought the two of you were meant for each other,” Brady quipped.

“You don’t believe in that shit, dude.”

“I do when it comes to you two. You guys even each other out. Tina’s so rigid and uptight, but she’s less so when you’re around. You’re so carefree I’m surprised you can remember to put on pants in the morning, but she keeps you on a sort of schedule that you don’t mind abiding by. You guys bring out the best in each other. That’s what two people are supposed to do.”

“I’ve never heard you be so sappy, Brady,” I smirked.

“I’m disinfecting that kitchen island today, by the way,” he mumbled.

“You know Tina’s dad’s real sick, right?” I asked.

“Really? With what?”

“Honestly, I’m not sure. Tina won’t talk about it too much, but apparently he’s in a hospice bed in their home.”

“Holy fu-... the hell is she doing here!?” Brady exclaimed.

“Sh, keep it down, jesus.”

“Sorry. But dude, the hell is she here for?” Brady asked again.

“Her dad told her to come. Told her he didn’t want her to be like him. And I think that’s really throwing her for a loop.”

“I could understand that, given how she was raised.”

“Alright, so you get it. Explain it to me,” I urged.

“Really? You’re plowing her body and you don’t understand why she’s reacting the way she probably is? Let me guess: she’s probably taking a few more chances but stopping herself just short of everything. She’s probably more open than you’ve seen her in years, but when she shut down last night she flipped to the ice queen we all know and love before she locked herself away and sobbed lightly to herself. She’s probably a hell of a woman in the sack but still needs that wine to drop her guard. Any of this sound familiar?”

My jaw was swinging open over my coffee mug, and all Brady did was smirk.

“Look. It’s obvious that Tina loves her father. We all know bits and pieces of her mother and the ice cold bitch she was, but she always had nothing but warm things to say about daddy dearest. That means she probably wanted to model her life after him. She probably gets her strength and stubbornness from him, and she probably rose to the position she has in Washington by abiding by the rules her father used when building his own firm. So, what would happen to you if your mentor, your hero, and your life model told you-- after all the hard work and sleepless nights and criticism Tina’s probably endured-- that they didn’t want you to be like them?”

“Oh, shit,” I breathed.

“Now, her father probably didn’t mean it like that, but you sure as hell know that’s how Tina’s taking it.”

“Fuuuuuck…” I groaned.

“He probably meant not to be so rigid and have a stick up your ass all the-”

“Damn it!” I exclaimed.

“Ssshhh… she’s still sleeping.”

And then, like clockwork, a massive pounding sound started echoing across the house and we could hear the bombastic sounds of Spencer moaning and groaning with his little squeaky toy in his room across the house.

“She won’t be asleep much longer,” I murmured.

“Yeah, speaking of sleep…”

Brady leaned over onto the couch and quickly passed out with his legs still dangling off the sides. I got up and tossed his legs onto the couch, and then I went to the kitchen table and started thinking about what he had said. I’d never been good at all that psychology shit like Brady was, but it all did make sense. Her father probably just meant to take more chances and make more memories, but she was interpreting it as an attack on the entire foundation for which she’s built her life. Tina was probably questioning every move she’d ever made up until this point and was probably wondering if she even chose the right profession given the fact that her dad somehow “didn’t approve” any longer, and that would explain why she shut down so badly on me last night. In any other circumstance, Tina would’ve just told me to shut up and we would’ve finished the movie. But, she was felt so cornered and so threatened that she got up and walked away.

And with Tina, that could only mean one thing.

It meant she was thinking on everything I’d asked… and it made me wonder if she might actually provide answers this time.

If only to herself.