I was such an idiot.
I knew that's where this night was probably going to go.
Why had I said yes when he gave me the big, chalky ecstasy pill?
Probably because he was my best friend.
His name was Trevor and we'd been inseparable since he'd moved to my cul-de-sac my 7th grade year.
Trevor Matthews and Ryan Turrell, yearbook class clowns for life.
And he always had a way of making me party harder. If my brain was asking me to make responsible decisions, he was the constant devil selling me on various forbidden fruits I'd yet to try.
But I also knew he was bisexual.
This made things more complicated.
He had told me in our junior year of high school and I had been super proud of him for being so confident in who he was, but that had just never interested me, even though there had been numerous instances where he'd made half-moves on me that could've been shrugged off as whatever substances we were on. He was my first friend I ever got stoned with regularly with and we got each other drunk for the first time together growing up too. And now here we were in our freshman year of college and we ended up on the same spring break trip together.
Originally my girlfriend was supposed to come with us, but her parents weren't okay with the implications of a week-long party destination for their 19 year old in a country with an 18 year old drinking age. Trevor and I were both 19, both of us having taken a year off after high school to stretch our limbs from the post COVID trauma. We'd both traveled with family and enjoyed the peace and change of stressful pace. But Gemma's parents were not okay with all the sinful opportunities, so they cancelled their sponsorship of such a trip, leaving us boys in a weird spot.
Gemma begged me to go, though. She loved me and she didn't want her conservative parents to ruin our heavily anticipated spring break.
"Ry...You deserve to have fun," she had told me, and Trevor had been giddy to learn I was still allowed to go.
I should've known he had some devious plans for this trip. He peddled in my rebellion after all.
So now here I was an hour after we taken the pills at a nearby dance spot.
We'd both danced our asses off with various slutty college girls that were on their own chosen poisons of the night.
It was the most fucking amazingly fun night. It was 90 degrees warm outside and after peeing and downing a jug of bottled water, we'd decided to walk back to the hotel room and chill in the jacuzzi.
We danced and laughed our asses off the whole way back to our resort. Mexico was a fucking fantasy land in that moment for us.
He was my best friend and we were drawn to each other like experienced thieves.
We smoked a joint in the spa and no one that worked there even cared. This was the biggest party hotel on the beach, and the hotel could hardly count its incoming cash. Everyone was flagrantly drunk or high on something. The pool was bumping with a DJ and the swim up bars were covered in scantily clad coeds drinking blended Pina Coladas in highlighter bright bikini's that showed off tan skin and tattoos and butts perfected over so many dorm-room squats. It was Candyland for young adults. One could almost imagine why Pinocchio was so drawn in by Pleasure Island.
The roll was beginning a new crescendo with weed and ecstasy working in synergy like serotonin salsa dancers zig-zagging across my emotionally sprawling mind warp.
I felt open to anything and everything. I felt good. I felt loopy and sexy and marvelously free from all responsibilities in life. College was going well. I had a hot 19 year old girlfriend who was fairly slutty with me in bed. My best friend was my college roommate. My family was healthy. And I was on vacation.
Trevor had scooted closer to me in the jacuzzi and I threw a leg over his as he placed his hand on my leg and gently touched me. This felt normal to us. We were always physical with each other. It was an incredibly comfortable friendship. And the drugs just required physicality.
I closed my eyes and then looked over at him and he smiled at me in a relaxed way.
"I feel really fucking good," I said, beaming.
"I know, me too, man," he echoed. We both took a deep breath and enjoyed the sights and sounds of the raucous pool and jacuzzi crowd.
There were five other people in the spa, which was one of five on the property. This smaller triangular design was slightly set back from the main pool and spa areas. A little more privacy was allowed by it.
Three girls took up one corner across from us, and then there was a couple making out in their own nook.
The smell of chlorine and tropical sunscreen was everywhere.
The three girls in the jacuzzi were sexy as hell.
"Dude...we should talk to the girls," he suggested.
"Yeah, I'm so down," I said. I wasn't going to cheat on Gemma...but I could certainly do some flirting.
"Hey guys," he said, as we swam over to the corner.
"Hey boys!" A girl in a lime green bikini said to us. She had curly brown hair and olive skin and freckles. She was a vibe.
"I'm Trevor and this is my best friend Ryan, don't mind him he's kinda dumb but he's very lovable," he joked, and they laughed at his forwardness.
"Ah, well...you guys probably won't like talking to us cuz we're all geniuses," a sexy blonde in a burgundy two piece with big perky D breasts added to the banter.
"Oh, yeah, us too actually," I said. "We actually have already graduated and we just come to spring break now to seduce girls with our many degrees," I finished.
"Oh...are you the MENSA boys everyone has been talking about?" The first girl cut back in. They were drinking a six pack of Corona's and they offered us each one. We declined.
