I spent one summer in a little rented house on the beach, mostly surfing. During the first few weeks I’d posted some pics of my setup on Instagram, and I got a DM from Ashley, the younger sister of my college friend Mike: “Hey, remember me? We’re taking a road trip along the coast. Mind if we crash?”
I replied yes, of course. She wrote back: “Awesome”
A few days later they arrived, piling out of their beaten up van: First Ashley comes out. I’d met Ashley years ago when she’d visited her brother at school, but at that point she’d been in middle school. Now, five years later, the gangly little stick I’d met had become a gorgeous 20-year old, slender and blonde. She greets me a shy grin and a hug. Then out comes Hannah, also blonde (but with dark roots) and equally beautiful (they could’ve been sisters) and carrying herself with a ridiculously sexy confidence. Before giving me a tight hug of her own, me she turns to Ashley and says, “You weren’t kidding, he really is hot.” (Girls do tend to like me, but I’m still a little flustered by that.) Then Bridget (also blonde, amazingly) emerges,. She’s smaller than the others with a tight little body and a cute smile. “Hey”, she says as she hugs me hello, sounding a shade more serious than the others.