Chpt.11-Slut

Massie was now sitting at her favorite restaurant in Nantucket. It was called Beach's. Her and Josh were now sitting across from each other. Him eating a burger and her eating a grilled chicken sandwich. They had a long conversation about there middle school years, there love for Ralph Lauren, and how they couldn't wait to see there other friends in a few months.

As they were riding the limo back, Josh asked her if she would like to come back with him to his parents beach house within the island sense they wouldn't be starting school for a few days anyways. Massie was surprised. If movies and television had taught her anything it was that when people usually went back to other people's houses, well, usually it was a couple thing. She wouldn't mind it tho. She really had never done anything with Derrick. Not even made out. If Josh wanted to do stuff like that she definitely would not argue. He looked like a walking model. She told him yes.

" Can you drive me to my parents beach house?" I asked the driver. I knew he would take me anywhere I wanted to go. I had asked Massie if she had wanted come with me. She was beautiful and even better there was no bitchy Alicia here. Basically me and Massie could do whatever we wanted. A whole house to ourselves with no parents, friends, or maids. She was sexier than Alicia and I was in the mood to mess around a little. So why not? The beach house was just waiting.

Finally we arrived to the beach house. Josh and I walked in. "It's nice isn't it?" he asked. It was beautiful. Even better than my house. As he gave me a tour I saw several bedrooms, a huge pool, a hot tub, and the best thing was that it backed right up to the beach. He then showed me the best thing about it. The biggest bedroom in the house. The bed was a king with blue and white satin sheets, fit for a princess. Also the bed was covered in rose petals. Better yet was the closet. "It's all the stuff my mom just designed," josh said. No one has worn any of it yet. Your welcome to take a thing or two if you want. She won't even notice." I looked in the closet. It looked like Victoria's secret but a million times better. There were racks and racks of sexy bra's, underwear, and see through Night gowns. I now saw his purpose of this "getaway beach house."

"So," he said. "What do you want to do??" He asked." Let's go skinny dipping!" I replied. "You first!" "Are you serious?" he asked. I looked at him like he was stupid. "Okay! Lets do it!" So we headed outside into the warm night with all of our clothes on that were about to be removed. I didn't even feel one pang of regret that this would hurt Alicia. She was such a slut anyway…