In my previous post about Stacy, I mentioned that it was the first of many adventures with her. This is one of those many adventures.
Since that first time Stacy and I had sex, we became really close friends. Nothing romantic ever happened between us, and most likely never will. We’re just not into each other that way. We just like fucking each other. But we still hung out a lot. One day, I was having lunch with Stacy before class, and she asked me what I was doing for spring break. I told her I didn’t have any plans, and was probably just gonna go home and chill there. She responded “Well that’s unacceptable.” Stacy proceeded to explain that her parents (who are disgustingly wealthy) own a beach house out in California that they rent out to vacationers. They were letting Stacy and any of her friends go stay there for a few days for free. Stacy invited me along, and all I had to do was pay for a plane ticket. I had saved up a lot of money from working over the past summer, so this was a no-brainer. “I’m in.”