"I can't believe you. You should have told me."  I stood in the middle of the street, screaming in Gabby's face like a madwoman. 

"You would have never agreed to come with me if I did." She smirked.

"Gabby, Jessa! Glad you made it!"  Ron hollered, interrupting our little spat. He was shirtless in just a pair of salmon and dark blue Hawaiian print swim shorts. He had a beer in his hand that he was waving around as he exited the gate from his backyard.

Gabby jumped in the air and skipped over to him. She looped herself into his body as he kissed her all over the side of her face.  I stood there awkwardly staring as they groped each other for a few more seconds.

It gave me enough time to calculate how much force I would need to shove my foot up her butt. I wondered how far I could wedge it up there.

When they were done fondling each other, they both turned to look at me expectantly.

"Are you going to stand out in the street all day?" Gabby asked.

"Yes." I pouted.

"Don't worry, sexy lady. I got this." Ron chuckled and patted her butt. He began walking over to where I was standing. 

"I will bite you if you come any closer." I pointed my finger at him as he casually strolled up next to me.

"Do it. It will give me a reason to bite you back." Drunk Ron whispered in my ear as he wrapped his arm around me. He snapped his mouth next to my neck like a rabid chihuahua. He started pushing me out of the street towards the gate to the backyard. When we got closer to where Gabby was standing, he slunk his arm around her waist.

"Damn, I am one lucky man. I could get used to this." He strutted with his head held high as he tightened his grip around both of us.

"Don't get too used to it. I never learned to share." Gabby raised an eyebrow warning him to back it down a few notches.

When we got to the gate, he let me go and opened the door to motion us through as he held it.  I was hoping there was a chance it was just the three of us.  It might be a little uncomfortable if it was, but it was still better than the alternative of running into a certain someone I was actively trying to avoid.

I swallowed when I heard splashing in the pool.

There were a handful of guys hanging out in the center of the inground pool, acting like kids dunking each other under the water. It appeared that grown men still behaved like little boys when they swam.  It brought a shiver down my spine as I remembered being held under the water at Cameron's birthday party.

That solidified my decision; I was going to avoid the pool.

There were a few more of the male species circled up near the makeshift bar. There was a girl or two sprinkled here and there, usually already planted firmly in the arms of one of the guys.  The girls were outnumbered four to one; it was a sausage fest. 

They looked like a bunch of guys from Ron's work or maybe people he had met through the academy.  They all had that same "I'm a dominant male and don't you forget it" aura. Visions of them all standing with their hand on their belts over top of their swim trunks made me giggle.  Why did they always stand like that?

"Well, hello." A guy with a short dark buzz cut greeted me. He swam over and leaned against the side of the pool as I walked by.  He was smiling up at me with a slightly intoxicated grin. 

"Hi." I smiled back to be polite. 

I walked over to a chair and laid my bag down on it.  I kicked off my flip flops and tried to convince myself that I was going to have fun no matter what happened tonight.

Even if being here sucked, the sun was shining pretty brightly today. I could spend a few hours working on getting a little bit of a tan, which would slightly make up for it.

Gabby was standing next to a lounge chair kicking off her shoes and removing her shorts.  Ron barely gave her time to get down to just her bathing suit before he was pulling her over to the water. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled them both in.  They came out of the water locked together in a passionate kiss.  These two should just go find a room already and get it over with.

I lifted my tank top over my head and then readjusted the bathing suit top to ensure the girls were still completely covered.  They were trying to come out to introduce themselves to the other guests.  If it wasn't for my selfish need to get a little bit of sun, I would have just kept the tank top on. 

I unbuttoned my shorts and wiggled them off my hips. I had to be careful that the suit bottoms stayed on. They tried to leave my body with my shorts. This bathing suit was not cooperating with me at all.  Once I had the suit situated back where it belonged, I pulled my hair up in a loose bun to pile it on top of my head.

As I was tying it up, I had the sensation that I was being watched. 

Gorgeous gray eyes lingered in my direction.   Cameron was standing outside the patio door in just a pair of all black board shorts that hung low on his hips. I had to pick my jaw up off the floor as I tried to memorize every detail of his perfectly toned torso.  His broad shoulders gave his body that perfect v shape that led down wickedly to his naughty bits. 

That boy was genetically blessed with all the right stuff in the right places. I secretly wished he would turn around so I could get a good look at his perfect ass in those shorts.  The moisture was pooling in between my legs as I remembered what it felt like to squeeze it while he drove himself deep inside me.         

Cameron was frozen in place with his hand on the sliding glass door as he watched me finish pulling my hair up.  He looked stunned that I was there.  I was equally caught off guard seeing him even though I suspected he would be here the moment I saw where Gabby had dragged me. Cameron and Ron were close. He was using Ron to fill the empty friend hole that I created, just like I was using Gabby to lessen the pain of losing him.

"So, how do you know Ron?" The guy with the buzz cut from the pool snapped me away from my jumbled thoughts. He was at my side, invading my personal space before I could even acknowledge him.  I took a step back from him as he stared down at my breasts.

He was already trying to force a red cup in my hand. It was a weird and awkward exchange.  I could tell he was the confident kind of guy used to women creaming themselves for him.  He was sticking out his chest to make sure I saw just how awesome he was. This guy thought he was the stuff that fantasies were made from. 

I wanted to tell him I would rather lick a pine-scented air freshener cone than his dick. 

"Thanks." I politely took the cup from him and smiled sarcastically.  I was just going to sit it down when he left.  I wasn't drinking and I never took an open cup from someone I didn't know at a party.  Even if this guy was probably just another cop they worked with, it was a good policy to stick with. 

I glanced back at Cameron, who was still standing in the doorway. His face hardened and turned bright red. He turned around to storm right back into the house and slammed the sliding glass door.

This was going to be a long night.