3 DAYS EARLIER
The Town Of Taylor was the perfect place for old people to come and die. Housing was dirt cheap compared to Miami, the tropical weather was close to perfect, and the only trouble here came from drunks from the countless bars. Yes, this place was the perfect retirement community.
So it should be no sunrise a 24 year old stud, such as myself, would have an intense desire to get the hell out of here.
As the Mexican maids finished cleaning up the house, I checked to see if there was anything amiss. Thankfully there were no broken safes, expensive electronics stolen, or even pot that could throw me in jail. Thus I could rest easy as I waited for my friend A2 and her sister to arrive.
My friend A2 was a Japanese exchange student who I met in college. She had a mix of French so we looked whiter than her nationality let on. Yet her time being on the swim team toned her body into a goddess status.
I met her in college when I was being nagged to death by some rainbow colored Hippo. Apparently, I was not using the right pronoun that "it" wanted. "It" was so pissed off that "it" was calling me a bigot.
When "it" called me a "racists piece of shit", A2 screamed back calling her a stupid cunt. Telling "it" about how she was openly discriminated in Japan for looking white. That "it" should check her privilege before discussing racism.
Apparently "it" was a man. For when he tried to attack A2, I punched him right in the Adam's apple. Causing him to go down like a rag doll.
Both A2 and I were banned from that college for life. Yet a good friendship was worth it compared to a useless diploma.
As I watched some Youtube videos on filtering a photo, I saw a car coming into my drive way. I turned off the living room TV and quickly made my way to the front door. Thanking God, Jesus, and Zeus that my boredom will soon be a painful memory.
"Leo!" A2 glee as she jumped on me. "Long time, no see!"
"You too." I said as I quickly regained my balanced. "How was the trip up here?"
"A breezed compared to Miami. God, do I hate cities with an utter passion. You are lucky to live here. It's so beautiful."
"It wears on you after a while. Too many old folks to count."
Before A2 could make smart remark, I saw her sister taking out a large suitcase. She was stunning like her older sister. However, her jet black hair reached down to her upper neck. Unlike A2 long hair that reached down her lower back. She had good thick legs that told me she worked out a lot.
But what struck me the most was how sad she was.
As I stared into her eyes, I could see she was carrying a lot of sorrow on her back. As if she was damned to the lowest pits of hell and was forbidden to smile ever again.
"This is my younger sister, 2B." A2 said. "She moved here from California to escape from all the chaos."
"Nice to meet you." 2B said as I shook her dainty hands. "You have a nice house."
"Thanks." I said as her soft limped hand made my heart skipped a beat. "Let me take your stuff in."
As the women got settled, it took all my might not to stare at 2B. For some strange reason, I found her worthy of keeping my attention. Yes, she was beautiful. Yet I've been around plenty of beach bunnies that had that perky attitude that made them irresistible to be around. So I shouldn't be staring at her like a creep.
Once the girls were settled down, A2 checked out the tiki hut in my backyard. While 2B made some coffee, took a seat at the patio table, and stared at my backyard.
As I prepared the weed, I saw a Cardinal eating from the bird feeder. Knowing this was a rare event, I took my smartphone and took a picture of it. Hoping that I didn't need the zoom for a good picture.
When I took the shot 2B jerked her head like a frighten deer. Causing my heart to leaped into my throat knowing I made a real bad first impression.
"Did you take my picture?" 2B asked as her voice became hostile.
"There is a Cardinal behind you." I said trying to hide the fear within my voice with a façade of confidence. "It's rare to see one since those rats with furry tails keep eating all the food."
2B turned her head to see the Cardinal eating from the bird feeder. Once the bird flew away, she turned her attention back to me and gave me a suspicious look.
"Can I see picture?" She asked.
"Sure." I said as I handed her my phone. "A picture is worth a thousand words after all."
2B took a look at the picture. At first, I thought she would delete the photo or brush it off as nothing but paranoia. Yet it took her a few seconds to open her mouth as amazement dropped her jaw.
"You took a good photo." 2B gasped.
"Thanks." I said. "I have a lot of practice with wildlife."
"Do you mean the bird or me?"
I quickly looked at my phone to see only 2B in the photo. She looked stunning as she stared out at nothing. With nothing but a coffee cup to keep her company and those sad eyes that glow under the hot afternoon sun.
God, she looked almost…perfect.
"Next time ask before taking another picture of me." 2B said as she handed me my phone back. "I do like to pose you know."
The moment 2B smiled I felt my heart stopped dead in its tracks. While a rabble of butterflies bashed against my stomach walls. My self-control wore down fast like hot water on ice.
Keep it together, Leo, I thought to myself. You don't want a repeat of the last one.
"I see Leo is at it again." A2 said as she entered the patio. "He always had an eye for a good Kodak moment. That is why he is so popular on Instagram."
"What is your user name?" 2B asked as her sadness was set ablaze by curiosity.
I gave her my username while trying to keep my excitement at bay. Hoping she does not sense the stress that was overpowering at that moment.
After a few clicks on her smartphone, 2B jaw dropped when she saw my instagram profile.
"These are beautiful." She gasped as she scrolled through my photos.
"Thanks." I said as pride filled my heart. "Most of the photos I took were mostly from this town."
"Really? Can you take me to these places? I would surely appreciate it."
"Of course he would." A2 said before I could give my answer. "But let's do it tomorrow. Right now, I need some mental recovery from that damn drive."
Normally, I would hate it when people answer for me. It feels degrading and makes me less of a man.
However, the excitement in 2B eyes kept my pride in check. While her constant liking of my photos on Instagram sealed my lips with joy.
The pot I bought came all the way from Colorado. It was a special brand that made its user happy and more energetic. I know for I tested it out when I first got it. So it got my seal of approval. So when 2B, A2, and I took a hit, we all acted sillier than children drinking a cup of Cuban coffee.
Playing Latin music from a Bluetooth speaker, we all took wild poses that we would either treasure for the rest of my life or delete on the spot. The pictures I took were 2B and A2 blowing kisses. While I sway both women around like a Tango dancer. We did poses of old James Bond posters with me playing as 007. But my personal favorite was when both ladies gave me a kiss on the cheek at the same time.
I've been around A2 when she got high. I knew what she was capable of and how she acted when high. So none of this was new to me.
Yet when 2B got high she was a completely different person. It was like someone switched off that sad woman and replaced it with perky cheerleader. Making her more festive and intoxicating to around with.
After hours of dancing, photo taking, and eating pizza, A2 passed out in the master bedroom when she took her 4th hit. Despite years of cannabis abuse, I knew the stuff I had was too much for crazy girl. For I only took one hit and already I was too tipsy to put the poor girl in bed. Luckily 2B was kind enough to help me. Even though she was just as intoxicated as me.
When A2 was put to bed, 2B and I just sat on the couch and stared at the fireplace before us. Mesmerized by the shoot, ashes, and the grate that would bore any sane man. Yet to us it was a work of art.
"Thanks for sharing your pot, Leo." 2B said as she snuggled up to me. "I know weed is expensive in this part of America."
"Don't sweat it." I said as I relished the petite woman warm body. "What's the point of having money if you can't have fun with it?"
2B gave me a smirk as we stared at the fire place once more. After a few moments of silence, she broke the peace with a simple question.
"Are you a virgin?"
"No." I said as confusion took over my face. "Why do you ask?"
"Because you seemed tensed when we showed up. Like you haven't been around women before."
"I've been around women, 2B. I just been off the market."
"Oh god, don't tell me a good looking stud like you went MGTOW."
"Hell no! I just want to regain my sanity for the next girl."
"I hope you don't take too long. Time waits for no man as they say."
I gave 2B a smirk as pride warmed my heart.
"So what is the best place to visit first?" She asked as she pulled out her phone. "Because the photos you took makes me want to explore them all."
"Since I am a local," I said with a devilish smirk on my face. "how about I surprise you?"
2B gave me a curious look. As if I challenged to doing something stupid that were only were reserved for teenagers. However, she accepted my challenge the moment her smile showed me her snow white teeth.
"Can't wait." 2B said as she got up. "Let's hope the weather is good for tomorrow."
"It's dry season in Florida." I said. "The only thing you should worry about is bringing some heavy duty sunscreen."
"I will keep that in mind." She said as she made her way to her room. "Good night."
The moment I heard the door closed, I rushed to my bedroomed and locked it. Then like a teenage boy I played with my obvious erection like a teenage boy.
Thank God for Jeans, I thought. Otherwise I feared that I would repulse 2B with the stiff I had. And being celebrant for three years did not help me one bit.
Thankfully the girls were dead asleep. Otherwise I would not get rid of my sexual frustration on my bed.