Chapter six (him)
When I came out of my room I saw Jack in the corridor with a handful of girls around him. Jack's a bit of a bad boy, short dark hair, conventionally handsome. Taller than me, and I'm six feet. When there's action on the island he's normally involved.
"Come join us in the lounge," he said, "we've got music, pot, girls, what else do we need?"
The girls giggled and I took a closer look at them. They were the airheads from the beach who I'd noticed earlier. Two blonde, one brunette, and a very cute one with red hair. As they walked past I made a mental note of the redhead's curvy ass and good legs. They were young, though. Much younger than me or Jack.
In the lounge I got my guitar out and started strumming a few songs, I wasn't in the mood for talking so much. Jack was busy showing off, telling jokes and stories. We had already laid out a big table full of various foods to eat later. We got out a crate of ice-cold lager and I gave one of the blondes some skunk for her to make some joints. She didn't seem to know how, so I took the weed back off her and rolled a couple of large ones. As they got passed around everyone became progressively merrier.
These girls weren't the sharpest tools in the box though. They were only 19, on their first holiday away from their families. Their hobbies seemed to consist only of shopping, talking, shopping, talking on their mobiles, and bitching. At the same time, I couldn't help noticing how fit they were. They had that "young woman" thing where everything was taut, tight and bouncing. Plus, they were really very flirty. The brunette, Jacqui, kept asking me to play her favorite songs. REM, Chili Peppers, that kind of thing. We sang along together and the redhead joined in. Jacqui, I noticed, had really good breasts, not huge but very firm and quite tanned. The girls had only been on the island a few days but had clearly spent a lot of time in the sun.
Jack left for a while and came back with a tray of Mojitos full of rum, ice and fresh mint. We downed them and I started to feel quite heady. I noticed that the redhead, Sophie, had a hand on my right leg and was stroking me...while pretending that nothing was going on. Jacqui, meanwhile, was leaning forward so I could see down her little tiny top. All the girls were wearing similar miniskirts which showed off their legs.
True, the girls were hot. No doubt about it. But I wondered where the American woman was, the one from earlier. I'd invited her over and wanted to spend the evening with her. But the party was starting and she wasn't here....Half a dozen more people turned up and joined us on the alcohol. I put the guitar away and put some good tracks on the stereo, loud banging party music. At some point, meanwhile, Sophie...who was sat right next to me....put her mouth to my ear and asked me to show her around the house.
"Sure," I said. "Although, there's not an awful lot to it, it's just a house."
