I told her I couldn't come to pick her up, but she said it was no problem for her to get to Lewes, DE and that was fairly close to my friend's place.
Honestly, this girl is a bit demanding and argumentative, I wasn't thrilled but didn't want to go back on my word.
By the time everyone else was up, I had food ready for everyone and people started packing the car for the beach. A nap did me well, and after getting up, I went into the water for a bit. There's one place down there that has great food but the bar only. We just kept getting rack after rack of oysters, clams, shrimp. I kept swigging away during all of this, but the time we were heading back, I was straight drunk.
There's a lot of long hiking and biking trips you can do, and I wasn't really thinking about this as a hookup.
But, of course, who should answer my call but Emily, an ex of mine.
I didn't want to make a jackass of myself thinking she was coming on to me, and I also didn't want to start anything up with her again.
In the upcoming weeks we were in contact, but all our discussions were very utilitarian.
Thankfully she had met all of them before, so I didn't have to do introductions, and she easily fit it. We waded out into the bay a little bit to grab horseshoe crabs.
It was close to a full moon and there were a number floating about. Emily and I were sleeping in the back room which had two futons to pull out. I normally sleep naked but I figured with her there, the boxer-briefs would be fine.
This meant shorts and a pretty man-ish button down shirt and pants.
It was late, and my friends had dinner started when we got back. Just the typical low key ocean getaway drunkenness.
We hadn't been partners in a long time, but we were still friends.
In the year after our breakup with had a couple of spontaneous fuck sessions, but that was pushing 10 years ago, so I figured any chance of that was dead.
I was asleep within a minute or two of laying out the beach blankets. I also started stuffing my face even though it wouldn't be too long until dinner.