Chapter 11: Taller, Prettier, Bustier, Curvier
by hannah
December 15th, 2009
Sex, Life, & Hannah::Volume 1, Spring Season (Chapter 11)
11. Taller, Prettier, Bustier, Curvier.
He has skin made of dark chocolate and muscles made from either good genetics, weight lifting, doing triathlons, or maybe…bar-backing.
I get a ping on my new Blackberry. It’s a text from Ireland: I had sex!
I smile, happy Ireland is finally getting some action. But my attention quickly turns back to…
He’s tall and smooth; an array of dreads fall just past his chin. He’s like Lenny Kravitz and Taye Diggs all mixed into one juicy love stick. I lower my sunglasses, my gaze skipping past the dazzle of the pool, to get the full effect—again.
“Lola has it all, doesn’t she?” I sip my Mai Tai, wondering when my über-rich paternal father I never knew will suddenly croak and leave me all his millions, including a vacation house in Maui. Then I could make passionate love with a Jamaican god on virgin white furniture in front of picture windows for days, maybe even weeks, on end.
I text Ireland: Wish I was having sex.
“I don’t know.” Jack responds from the lounge chair next to mine. “She looks like she’s put on a bit of weight.”
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