Diary of Lina Anderson
Sunday, June 5th
Growing up in the midwest, I’m well versed in what summer in Southern California should look like from the movies. Roller skating in Venice Beach, settled in the hot sand of Malibu as the sun’s rays turn pale skin golden, and bonfire nights listening to bongos and waves crashing against the shoreline. It’s been something I’ve dreamed of but never thought I’d experience firsthand.
I’m twenty-two and a recent graduate of a small local college. I’ve found myself with an offer for an internship I couldn’t say no to. The pay isn’t great but covers room and board. I would never say this aloud, but I would have said yes without compensation.
Today was the first time I ever was on an airplane. I arrived at LAX and took an Uber to the address provided. I’m sitting on my bed in a small beach house in Santa Monica, blocks from the ocean.
When I got here, I walked in with my suitcase. I found the other three interns I will be working and living with lounging in the living room. They all introduced themselves and made me feel comfortable instantly. The one other female is named Stef. She is tall, blond, and thin, opposite to my dark brown hair, average height, and curvy body. There are two guys as well. Boyd looks like a typical jock with artfully messed brown hair and thick muscles. Thomas is tall, fit, and lean. His dark hair and pale skin remind me of the teenage vampire shows I used to watch. We are all the same age and from locations far from any beach.
The house is small. The front door leads to an ample space that makes up the living room and a small kitchen separated by an island surrounded by stools. Everything is adorned in shades of blue and accented with seashells. The second floor has two bedrooms and one bath. The girls are in one room, the guys in the other. After settling into the room I’m sharing with Stef, we sat out on the patio drinking beers, sharing stories of home, and anticipating what our jobs would be like.
Though I can’t say I’m not nervous, so far, everything is better than I could have imagined.
Friday, June 10th
The first week flew by. The four of us walked to the office together every day. We all work in different departments. We usually met for lunch, then walked back home together. In the evenings, we took turns making dinner and ate outside. Though we couldn’t see the water, we could still hear the waves and smell the salt in the air. Nights typically ended early as we acclimated to our jobs.
Now that it is Friday night, we have our first weekend without working. I was hoping we would go out and see the fun side of the beach town. Stef is the only one that knows people in the area. After work, she was picked up and told us she would be spending the weekend in the Valley.
“So, Lina, any thoughts on what we should do tonight?” Boyd asked me.
I was a little uncomfortable being put on the spot. Thoughts raced through my mind, places to go, things to do, lips, oh, the lips in areas I had been thinking about for days. The thing was, I like both of the guys. They’re so different, and both brought various fantasies to the table. I have little sexual experience in real life but have touched myself while dreaming of extreme situations.
“Is that a no?” Boyd asked in my silence.
With a slight shake of my head, I said the first thing that came to mind. “Let’s walk to the beach. We can find somewhere to get dinner and see what happens around here on a Friday night.” The guys agreed, and we separated long enough to shower and change clothes.
When I met them in the kitchen, there was a line of six tequila shots. “Well, we’re walking. So, we might as well start the party here,” Thomas said.
We didn’t have limes but took turns licking and putting salt on our hands. We took the first shot, and all grimaced together. The liquid burned and I shook my head involuntarily. The guys laughed. Repeating the action, all three of us downed the second shot. My reaction wasn’t any better.
“Good girl,” Boyd said as he came around the island and locked my elbow in his, leading me out the door, leaving Thomas to lock up.
We walked down small streets, Boyd and I arm in arm, Thomas on my free side, not touching me. We joked about the people we worked with and rehashed stories from the week. I was warm from the tequila and the balmy summer night. It was cooler than what I would be experiencing back home but California’s weather played by its own rules.
We walked to the Santa Monica pier. There was a burger joint on the inland side where we feasted and drank local beers. Belly’s full, minds clouded but happy. We continued walking until we hit Venice. The stores and people were straight from the movies. Though it was my first time experiencing it, I felt at home. We found a little bar that stated they had tunnels from prohibition days. We drank absinthe from what looked like antique glasses, pretending we knew what we were doing. Boyd told stories of his ex-girlfriend, whom he had been with since sixth grade. She dumped him when he said he was coming here. He was sad, but honestly, it seemed he liked that he could be unattached on this life adventure. Thomas shared that he was a guitarist and played us music from his phone that he created. I had nothing to add to the stories but drank every word with gusto.
We wandered through two more bars with opposing themes and tasted any drink they were known for. I knew mixing alcohol was a bad idea, but this night, this experience was worth whatever hangover would result from it.
It was 1:30 am, and the shouts of last call had the three of us walking arm and arm back home. I loved being sandwiched between these two men, and our laughter echoed up and down the small beach streets.
Thomas unlocked our door and the three of us stumbled in. I lost my footing, Boyd grabbed me, bringing me flush with his body. Though minor flirting had occurred all week, I was surprised when his lips crashed into mine. Without much thought, I sank my tongue into his mouth and got lost in the taste of him and the drinks we had. His hands gripped the nape of my neck and my round ass. I had thought of this often in the past week, but it wasn’t quite right.
Eyes closed, sucking on his tongue, I reached out my hand to find Thomas. I landed on his arm and pulled him into us. I felt his hesitation and used my other hand to pull down my shirt exposing my large breast. Using the same hand, I guided Boyd to my nipple and leaned back to take Thomas’ mouth to mine.
I was doing things I had dreamed of but never thought I would actually do. I guess when they say alcohol lowers one’s inhibitions, they’re right. Thomas’ kiss was deep and penetrating. Feeling my nipples being mauled and hands touching me all over, my pussy flooded.
We clumsily moved together toward the couch. Boyd sat and I lowered myself onto his lap facing Thomas. Boyd’s hard cock pressed into my ass and I pulled Thomas by the waistband of his jeans between our open legs. Then, in a haze of hormones, I started unclasping his belt. Boyd had one hand on my still exposed breast and the other ventured between my legs. Grinding my core into Boyd’s fingers, I lowered Thomas’ zipper. I was about to pull down his pants when a phone’s shrill ring had all three of us freeze.
“Shit,” Boyd cursed as he leaned back to retrieve his phone from his front pocket. Thomas stepped away, his pants still open, showing the top of his black boxers. Boyd answered a call from his ex-girlfriend. I stood and he did the same, pressing into my back. Then, covering the microphone, he kissed my neck and apologized before walking upstairs.
Thomas and I stood looking at each other awkwardly. Now that reality had entered the situation, I tried to recover. “Maybe absinthe wasn’t a good idea,” I laughed. He chuckled and raised an eyebrow. In retrospect, I could have probably gotten things going again, but my previous confidence seemed to have disappeared.
