For spring break this year, me and some friends, along with my girl friend and a few of her own friends all went to a small but popular town on the water in Georgia for spring break (cheaper than Florida). The place was gorgeous, and it was actually a boat converted into a house. The interior wasn’t anything special, but the surroundings were spectacular—tucked away in a little cove with only a few other houses and boats around. At night the water would be so still that you could see perfect reflections of the moon and any lights, hardly even broken up by a ripple.
The trip was great; plenty of beach and bar time, hiking, and just hanging out. As the only couple on the trip my girlfriend and I (I’ll call her Sasha) started getting antsy—if you know what I mean—after a couple days of hanging with the whole group. Don’t get me wrong, we pecked a few times here and there, but there just wasn’t any time or space to do much more. Until Wednesday (day four) of the trip, anyways.