I pulled out the bar stool and sat back down next to Sandra.

“What took you so long?” she asked. My stomach twisted. I wondered had I really been gone that long. I must have been. Okay, I knew I’d been. But my mind was scrambled from what Kane had just done to my body.

I couldn’t come up with a single decent excuse.

“It’s a bit early in the night to be disappearing without an explanation,” Sandra said with a giggle. “Any longer and I was going to come looking.”

“There was a line,” I said weakly.

“I was so starving I ordered us an appetizer to share. I hope you like calamari.”

She just kept talking. She didn’t even look up from her phone to check that it was me who sat next to her. I was relieved. She was too distracted to notice the guilty look on my face, or the messed up hair and slightly ruffled clothing. It looked like I was going to get away without having to explain myself.

The waitress came by and placed the calamari in front of us.

“Are you ladies ready to order your main courses?” she asked.

“I’ll need a few more minutes,” I said, picking up the menu.

Sandra wasted no time diving into the calamari. I dove right into my glass of wine. I intended to have a sip, but soon realized that if I didn’t stop, I’d have chugged the whole thing. The last thing I needed to do was draw more attention to myself.

I put the glass down and gently pushed it away as I debated between two menu options.

“What are you going to have?” Sandra asked.

“I can’t decide,” I said, putting the menu down. “I’ll make up my mind when she comes back.” Sandra gestured for me to help myself to the calamari, so I did. She picked up another piece and dipped it in the sauce.

It felt surreal, sitting there so soon after what had just happened. I still had Kane dripping out of me, messing up my panties, but I was already back at the bar, eating calamari! I looked at Sandra then took another extra-long sip of wine.

“I have no idea what’s in this sauce, but it’s delicious,” Sandra said, holding a piece of dip soaked calamari in front of my face.

“Yeah, it’s so good. Good call ordering a starter. I was starving too,” I said.

Sandra smiled, feeling pleased with herself.

Then she looked up at my face for the first time since my return.

“Oh my God, Meadow. You’re cheeks are so rosy. You look like you just ran a marathon.”

Oh shit.

“They look amazing. They’ve got this fullness and a real natural glow to them. What kind of blush do you use? I need it.”

I couldn’t believe it. Saved again by Sandra’s tipsy buzz!

“Yup, my face really needed a freshen up,” I said. “The blush is amazing. I get it from a company online. I’ll send you the link later.”

My blush was amazing, but I didn’t have it with me. It was still sitting on the vanity in my bedroom in Palo Alto, next to all the other expensive products I’d left behind.

Sandra smirked.

“What?” I said.

“Oh, just something tells me it will be a little out of my price range,” she said, standing up.

“Out of both our price ranges now,” I said, laughing. The funny thing was, no one had ever complimented my rosy cheeks when I had all that expensive makeup. It took a real man and he’s real big, delicious cock to put a real glow on my cheeks!

“My turn to use the ladies room,” Sandra said. “If the waitress comes, order me the fish tacos?”

“For sure,” I replied.

I reached into my bag and pulled out my phone to busy myself. I was nervous to be left on my own at the bar. I had no idea where Kane was. I hadn’t seen him before our little rendezvous, and I hadn’t set eyes on him since.

I kept glancing around, hoping to find him. Where was he? He couldn’t do what he’d just done and then disappear. What if I needed a top up?

My stomach did a flip as I thought of what I’d say if I saw him again. Was he there, somewhere, watching me right at that very moment? The place was too busy to find him.

I was still in shock. I couldn’t believe what we’d done. It was the naughtiest, most delicious, craziest thing I’d ever done. I was sure the girls who’d been waiting outside the washroom would recognize me.

Before I knew it, Sandra was sitting back down next to me. Clearly she hadn’t had as eventful a trip as mine!

“Did you order yet?” she asked. “Nope. She hasn’t been by.”

“I’m so starving.”

“You and me both,” I said, shoving another piece of calamari into my mouth.

“So tell me more about you, Meadow. Tell me about this girl from Palo Alto who just appeared in Pismo Beach last night. What’s your story, you know, from before the cheating ex-husband?”

The last thing I wanted was to talk more about myself. I wanted to avoid any conversation that would lead me to nervously blurting out what I had just done.

Who I had just done.

What would she think of me?

How would I explain myself?

Oh you know, I’m just the girl from Palo Alto who arrived less than twenty-four hours ago and fucked the first guy she met in the bar bathroom. Oh, and he’s the guy who caused a big scene with me last night and again this morning.

Yeah, I’m totally normal.

Even worse, what if I admitted it to her and she wasn't surprised?

What if she wasn’t even shocked because that’s what Kane does with all the women who come to Pismo Beach?

Yup, that’s Kane for you. Always quick to show new women the back of the bathroom door. He for sure didn’t hesitate when he lead me back there. Best fuck of my life.

I’d be mortified to find out I was just one of many girls. I didn’t want her to tell me anything I wasn’t ready to hear.

“Enough about me,” I said. “Let’s talk about you. I feel like all day all we’ve talked about is me and my problems. I know nothing about you. Did you grow up here?”

I hoped to God she would take the bait.

“Yup. Pismo Beach, born and raised,” Sandra said, but she was interrupted when the waitress came by.

Sandra ordered the fish tacos. I went for the bacon mushroom burger with fries.

Sandra continued talking.

“Even my parents grew up here. I’m a true beach bum. It’s in my blood. I know there’s a whole world out there, but I like it here. I’m really close with my family and a lot of the friends I grew up with are still here. Speaking of which, there’s Kane and Paul.”

She got excited and waved her hand to get their attention. I froze, instantly feeling a rush of blood as my whole face went red.

“I know you and Kane haven’t quite hit it off yet,” she said, putting her hand on my leg, “but I feel like you guys have just gotten off on the wrong foot. I swear, he’s a good guy.”

“Maybe hanging out in a group will eliminate some of the tension,” I said nervously.

“Plus, you have to meet Paul. He’s the very best. You might recognize him, he was bartending last night. He’s so sweet and so hot. Obviously Kane is attractive too, but he’s a lost cause. I bet you’ll really like Paul.”

She got up and waved at them.

“Hey guys! Come join us!”

I didn’t dare look up. I couldn’t. All I could do was take deep breaths and try not to lose my shit.