My Wet Hot Spring Break Pt 03

Author's Note & Disclaimer: This is the third installment of the continuing story My Wet Hot Mexican Spring Break, so for full context I'd recommend starting with Parts 1 and 2. As usual, this story contains graphic depictions of sexual activity and is intended to be read only by adults of legal age in legal contexts. All characters depicted in this story are over 18. Copyright 2021, Quiver. All rights reserved.

My Wet Hot Mexican Spring Break

by Quiver

Part 3: Dawn til Dusk

I woke up to someone gently shaking me, whispering "Quinn!" My eyes didn't want to open, the light seemed too bright, and the quiet chirps of the birds seemed way too loud.

"Blegh, what," I answered groggily.

"Let's go for a run on the beach!" Jessie's voice answered.

"What are you talking about," I answered, hoping this was some weird dream.

"Come on, Quinn! It's beautiful out there! It'll help your hangover, and everyone else is still asleep!"

I groaned in response, opening one eye in an effort to glare, but Jessie kept tugging at the covers. "Why just me?" I asked with a whine, hoping that Jessie would just decide to go back to bed.

"Because I know you'll say yes," Jessie whispered back with a teasing smile as she grabbed one of my legs and started to pull.

Even through my hung over haze, that little smirk was enough to convince me. I couldn't help but let a grin creep over my face as I rolled over and started to push myself off the bed. "Fine, you win," I said while trying to hide the fact that I was smiling.

But Jessie wasn't fooled. "You know you love me," she said as I stumbled over to my suitcase to find some clothes. I started to put on my usual training gear and running shoes, but Jessie stopped me when she saw what I was doing. "Dude, we're going to the beach. We don't even need shoes. Just wear a swimsuit."

Looking up, I realized that Jessie was dressed only in a jade green striped bikini, perfectly complementing her reddish curls. Damn, she had a nice body. She had a sporty build with well-defined muscles along her arms and legs, decently tanned in stark contrast to her pale white belly decorated in freckles. I was surprised to see that she had any boobs at all, but she actually filled out her top quite nicely. On the small side, but very perky.

I realized I had been staring for a few seconds and quickly moved to find my swimsuit. Mine was a fairly modest floral two-piece halter with thick straps, which would actually be helpful if we were going to be running. At least I'd have a little bit of support and not be flying everywhere.

Once I was dressed, we headed out, our IDs and phones tucked away in Jessie's tiny drawstring backpack. We walked along the short sidewalk until we hit the beach, and Jessie was off.

I ran after her, marveling at how free she looked as she jogged along the beach in front of me. I couldn't quite describe the feeling that came over me, but I could feel my nose tingle and my eyes water. Was it envy? Did I want to be like Jessie, so carefree and lovely? It didn't quite feel like envy, though. It was a good feeling. Something so beautifully pure it pulled at my insides. Maybe it was just because I was so happy to have made a friend like Jessie. All I knew for sure was that it felt amazing to watch her run, and all I wanted to do was to follow.

We ran for a bit over half an hour before Jessie decided to dive into the water. I jumped in after her, letting the waves wash away the sweat and grime from the run. We ended up sitting together in the sand, feeling the waves rush in over our legs and pull us back out, as we leaned back and enjoyed the morning sun.

"It's a good thing we came out early," Jessie said. "I'd be turning into a tomato if that sun were much higher in the sky."

"Yeah, your stomach is so pale!" I responded with a laugh, though I immediately shut my mouth, afraid I might have offended her.

"I know, right?" Jessie replied, giving me a reassuring smile. "My arms are like three shades darker than my boobs!" she continued, holding her forearm up for comparison.

At the mention of her boobs, my eyes darted down to Jessie's chest for a moment and my cheeks flushed as I realized where I was looking.

Letting out a slightly uncomfortable giggle, I tried to think of some way to change the subject away from Jessie's body, but was unable to think of anything.

"That was really nice, by the way. What you did last night," Jessie said quietly. She had clearly been holding onto that all morning. I had a small suspicion it was why she had asked me to come on this run in the first place.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, feigning ignorance.

"Don't play dumb, Quinn," she continued. "I know you took that dare for me."

Ah. Yeah. That. She wasn't wrong. I had done it for her. She had looked so hurt at the idea of Kaitlyn blowing some guy, I couldn't help but volunteer myself. "I did it for Kaitlyn, dummy," I said without much conviction.

"You did it for me," Jessie repeated softly.

"I don't know

why

you did it for me," she continued. "I've seen Kaitlyn kiss guys before. Hell,

I've

kissed guys in front of her too!"

"You've kissed guys?" I asked, happy to move the subject away from myself. "I thought you weren't into guys at all."

"I'm not," Jessie responded dryly. "But I'm not ready to be out yet, so the easiest way to be seen as straight is to, you know, act straight."

"Have you...," I started to ask, but I wasn't sure how to phrase it. "You know,... done it? With a guy?"

"No... but don't tell anyone that," Jessie answered. "I mean, I've done a few things, but I just can't bring myself to have sex with someone I'm not attracted to. Even kissing guys feels wrong." There was such sadness in her voice, I could barely stand it.

"Have you... ever kissed a girl?" I asked timidly, trying not to overstep. I shook my head immediately. "Sorry, I'm not trying to pry..."

Jessie looked at me with a slight head tilt and a concerned look on her face. "Hey. You can ask me questions, you know," she said. "You don't need to act so afraid. It's

okay

."

Hearing Jessie say that, I suddenly felt a huge sense of relief. I hadn't realized how much tension I was holding, trying to connect without crossing some invisible boundary. I felt the tears start welling up again, still not sure why so much emotion was pouring out of me. "I'm sorry," I let out.

Jessie noticed how overwhelmed I was and put an arm around me. "Hey, Quinn, You don't need to be sorry for anything. What's going on?" she asked with concern.

"I don't know, I just..." I started to say. And then the words started flooding out. "I'm always afraid I'm saying something wrong. And I really want you to be my friend and I'm afraid I'll say something that makes you leave," I finished.

"I

am

your friend," Jessie said with a kind smile. "You don't have to worry about that stuff with me, okay? I'm not your mom," she added darkly.

"My mom?" I asked in confusion.

"Come on Quinn, I see how she is with you," Jessie explained. "She makes you feel like you can't ever do anything right, right? Like you'll never be enough? Like everyone will abandon you if you're not perfect or if you mess up at all?"

Oof, that hit home. She definitely wasn't wrong. I wasn't sure exactly how she had picked up on that stuff, especially since we hadn't been particularly close before the spring break trip, but Jessie seemed remarkably perceptive. "How did you..." I started to ask.

"I'm familiar with the type," Jessie replied before I had even asked the question. Shaking her head, she said, "It doesn't matter though. My point is, you don't have to be so on edge with me. Really, I'm not going to be offended. I like you, Quinn. And I want to be your friend. Really."

My shoulders jerked forward as I let out a heavy sob of relief I hadn't even known I needed. "I want to be your friend, too," I replied with a grateful smile. "Thank you."

Jessie smiled back and wrapped me up in a big bear hug. "Don't sweat it, Vernon," she replied, reverting to her usual teasing tone. "So what did you ask before? If I ever kissed a girl?"

"Yep, that's what I asked," I replied, nodding enthusiastically as I did. "So, have you?"

"Sadly, no," Jessie answered. "I only realized I even liked girls when I started falling for Kaitlyn, and everything started to finally make sense. But I'm way too chicken to try anything with her. It would hurt too much if she said no."

"Well why does it need to be with Kaitlyn?" I asked, my heart unexpectedly starting to beat a little faster. "That's so much pressure to put on yourself, to not ever kiss anyone just because the person you like isn't available. You've liked other girls besides her, right?"

"Yeah, definitely," Jessie answered. "It just never really clicked that that's what it was until I started falling for her, but yeah, I'm definitely into girls. No question there."

"So why not practice with someone else? Without all the pressure? You hear all sorts of stories of girls making out with each other at parties and stuff," I said.

"Who's going to want to practice with a lesbian?" Jessie said with a quick laugh. "I know girls kiss each other for practice all the time, but can you even imagine what would happen if they knew I was actually into it? No.

Hell

no. I'm not opening up that can of worms. I can barely even bring myself to change in the same locker room with other girls."

"Well, you could find someone who's okay with it from the start," I said carefully. "Someone who already knows."

"What straight girl is going to want to make out with me?" Jessie said. I could hear the pain in her voice as she said it. I couldn't even imagine what it must be like to have to live with so much fear.

"Plenty! I think. I mean,

I

wouldn't care," I blurted out. "I'm straight and I'd totally make out with you. You know, for practice."

Jessie smiled. "You don't have to say that, it's okay."

"No, really, I would! I mean, if you wanted to, obviously. But yeah, what are friends for anyway?" I could barely breathe through the words that were pouring out of my mouth. I wasn't sure why it was so important to me. Part of it was certainly that I didn't want Jessie to think I'd be weirded out by it, but there was something else there too. It was exciting, the idea of kissing Jessie. Probably just because it was another new thing I'd never done before. That must be it.

"Are you being serious?" Jessie asked, a tiny hint of trepidation hiding behind her voice.

I sat up, pulling my legs under me and leaned over so that my face was only about six inches away from Jessie's, and looked intently into her bright green eyes. "Yes, I'm completely serious," I said emphatically, throwing out all pretense of joking.

I could see Jessie's body language change at that. Her face softened and her shoulders relaxed, and she let herself break eye contact as her eyes moved down my face and settled on my mouth. I felt slightly lightheaded as our faces moved toward one another, my chest heaving in time with my rapid breath. "You sure?" she asked again, this time a hunger evident in her eyes as she caressed my face with her gaze. "Yeah," I let out, my lips parting in anticipation. Finally, our lips connected in a soft, sensual kiss.

It was like nothing I'd ever felt before. I could hear the waves crashing in the background and the world faded away. All there was was her skin. Her lips.

Time seemed to stand still, as we gently explored each other. Jessie's soft hand glided across my cheek and gracefully cupped my ear. At last, I opened my eyes as Jessie laid her head against my chest.

I felt like I was floating, laying there on the beach, the sound of the waves crashing around us, until I noticed Jessie's shoulders heaving. She was crying, though she was clearly trying to hide it.

"Is it Kaitlyn?" I asked her.

Jessie looked back up at me, tears welling in her eyes. "That was amazing, Quinn. You're an amazing friend for doing that for me. I never knew how that could feel before now. I just want it to be real, you know? I love her so much."

It hurt my heart to imagine Jessie feeling so much pain. I tried to think of anything I could say or do to help make things better for her.

"Maybe you should talk to her," I suggested, wishing I could just kiss her again to make her pain go away. "Maybe she'll feel the same way about you."

"Yeah, or maybe she'll never talk to me again," Jessie replied cynically. "And anyway, I'm pretty sure Kaitlyn likes guys. She talks about them all the time."

"Yeah, but aren't

you

talking about guys all the time, too?" I asked.

"Not like her," Jessie responded. "I agree with people when they say a guy is hot, but I don't go out of my way to gush about them the way Kaitlyn does. She'd have to be a pretty amazing actor to be pretending."

"Okay, but maybe she likes girls too?" I replied. "It could happen. I mean, I could imagine that... Anyway, you won't know until you ask her."

Jessie shook her head vigorously, showing an uncharacteristic fearfulness at the idea of talking to Kaitlyn about her feelings. "I don't think I could do that," she said with her jaw clenched in a grimace.

"I think you can," I said sincerely. "She'd be crazy not to be into you. But if she's not, then at least you'll know. Don't you want to be able to kiss someone else without crying? Eventually, at least? You'll never be able to do that if you don't push past this fear."

Jessie looked at me with a combination of sadness and gratefulness, letting her hand brush my cheek again. I felt a tingling shoot through my entire body, my eyes fluttering and my lips parting of their own accord.

"Hey losers!" a familiar shout rang out from a ways down the beach. I shook myself out of my reverie and looked toward the noise, seeing Roach, Kaitlyn and a few other teammates walking along the beach, passing a soccer ball back and forth in the sand. Roach was waving her arms at us.

As they approached, Roach yelled out, "You crazy assholes! Who wakes up early after a night like that?"

"We felt like going for a run! Nice of all you lazybones to finally join us!" Jessie yelled back, standing up to greet them all.

Roach lightly punched Jessie on the shoulder as they caught up to us. "Fine, fine. We can't live up to either of you. Especially Vernon here. She's clearly got a work ethic." Roach winked at me. "Find any more

hard

work to do this morning, Quinn? Saw a lot of drift

wood

on the way over here..."

I rolled my eyes at the innuendos with a small smile. It was actually kind of a nice change of pace to have my teammates making fun of me. Before this trip, they probably wouldn't have said much to me at all. Probably my fault, though. I never was very good at making friends.

"Whatever, Roach, she's an amateur compared to you!" Jessie retorted teasingly.

"Yeah, yeah," Roach answered. "Anyway, we're gonna head to the hotel pool after this. Have a couple margaritas to wash away the throbbing headache. Wanna join?"

"Sure," I said, feeling a little more daring after last night's adventure.

"Um, maybe," Jessie said. She glanced at me knowingly. "Uh, Kaitlyn, I was wondering if you'd come down to the market with me today? I need your advice on which things to buy for souvenirs and I don't know if we'll get another chance." Jessie looked particularly nervous, and I was pretty sure I knew why. Was she actually going to tell Kaitlyn how she felt? Today? I felt a stab of something run through me, something painful. My heart thumped in my chest as I waited for Kaitlyn's answer.

"Yeah, okay, sure," she answered without much pause. "We can always get some margs at one of the stands by the market anyway. Plus there's a scarf I think I want to buy. When do you want to go?"

"I guess after we get back up to the hotel?" Jessie responded with uncharacteristic nervousness in her voice. "I can get changed and then we can head out?"

Roach gave me a playful shove, "But you're coming to the pool, Vernon. Maybe we'll find some more games to play." She winked again as we all started making our way back up to the hotel.

After Jessie and Kaitlyn left for the market, Roach, Lara, Kendall and I went down to the hotel pool and ordered our first round of margaritas. Unlike last time, I ordered my own drink, not even worrying if my parents saw that I had been drinking. We were in Mexico, after all. It was completely legal here. I wasn't doing anything wrong. I deserved to be able to have fun with my friends.

We mostly stayed in the shallow end, still nursing our hangovers. There was some amount of gossip, but not much new to talk about, so the topic frequently drifted back to the events of last night.

But despite the fact that I was excited to be included, I couldn't quite focus my attention on our conversation. My mind kept drifting back to this morning. Flashes of Jessie's lips and body inundated my mind as I tried my best to pay attention. Worse still, I kept wondering what Jessie and Kaitlyn were doing. Had Jessie told her yet? How had Kaitlyn taken it? Were they together now? Were they kissing? More? Did Kaitlyn reject Jessie? Was Jessie crying?

"Quinn," Roach finally interjected. "What's up? Too hungover to think straight?"

I don't know what came over me, but something about that question made me break inside. A flood of tears came unbidden to my eyes and I had to look away before anyone noticed.

Roach's eyebrows shot up at my unexpected reaction. She waited a few minutes and then grabbed me and pulled me over to a private table by the bar. "Something's up," she said. "And you look like you need to talk about it."

Roach could be pretty abrasive sometimes, but she had a big heart, and pretty solid instincts. But I didn't even know what was wrong myself, much less have the presence of mind to communicate it to someone else.

"I'm just, I don't know," I began. "I'm just feeling a lot of stuff I guess."

"Like what kind of stuff?" Roach asked.

"I don't really even know," I answered honestly. "Just a lot of thoughts, things on my mind. I'm having trouble thinking about anything else."

"It kind of sounds like you're hung up on someone," Roach said. "Is that what all this stuff this week has been about?" she continued. "You've got a thing for somebody back home and you're feeling restless and crazy?"

"Something like that, at least the restless and crazy part," I replied, still not sure whether I was telling the truth.

"Well, I'm a big fan of restless and crazy," Roach said with a huge grin. "And I know exactly what you need."

"What do I need?" I asked, a mixture of exasperation and desperation filling me up.

"An orgasm," Roach said, matter-of-fact. "A big one."

I didn't know what to say. I opened my mouth, but no words came out. Finally, I started sputtering, "I... I mean, I've had... I don't think that's..."

"Not by yourself," Roach cut me off. "You need to get off, good and proper. A mind-blowing, earth-shattering, screaming O. You need to be taken care of. You keep doing shit for dudes, Quinn. Giving some guy a handjob, a different guy a blowjob. You need someone to do shit for

you

."

I was at a loss for words again.

"Come out with me tonight," Roach said. "We'll find a guy, go home with him, and use him to get you off. Don't worry, I'll be with you the whole time. I'll make sure he's taken care of. You don't have to do anything."

The insanity of that idea was enough to completely overload my mind. I certainly wasn't thinking about Jessie and Kaitlyn anymore. I was way too busy dealing with the bubbling anticipation and adrenaline coursing through my body at Roach's suggestion. I could feel that same daring spirit that had driven me to go to the park alone with Santiago rushing through me again. I wanted this. I wanted to be overtaken. I wanted to float away, obliterated by pleasure. I could feel my skin humming as I imagined it, and I bit my lower lip and closed my eyes.