about me.
Five years later, we’ve met up one weekend every year to remind ourselves of the love we have for each other. During the days we’re apart, we make every effort to stay in touch, and we do it well, from calls to texts to video chats. We do whatever it takes to keep in contact. When you love someone, distance often makes the heart grow fonder, and it’s true with these guys.
Often, I dream of what it would be like to come home from a long day working to a glass of wine waiting, the tub steaming and full of bubbles, and being worshiped from head to toe.
Yes, that’s what I fantasize about. And you know what? I own it. Sex is a natural part of life, even though my ultra-conservative parents never discussed it with me. Now that I’m an adult living on my own, they don’t have any ownership over me—or my body.
Standing outside the old-fashioned, white clapboard house, I fall in love with the place I rented for the weekend. There’s an enormous wraparound porch with a bed hanging from thick ropes at one end and two wicker chairs with a table in between on the other and bordered by giant ferns hanging from the rafters. No doubt the guys and I will make good use of that swing.
The black shutters frame the windows, and there are multi-colored pots full of flowers surrounding the house, making it feel super homey and comfortable. It is something out of a storybook.
I push the large black door open and make a mental note to leave a substantial tip when we leave. The owners have made this weekend so easy. Plus, I didn’t have to drag bags and bags of groceries with me because they offered to do the food shopping and leave everything ready for us.
It doesn’t take me long to explore the house. It’s a small farmhouse with the perfect mix of shades of white and gray, grounded by the rich oak floors and ceiling beams. There is a binder on the bar in the kitchen with all the information about the house. I quickly skim through it and note the instructions to heat the hot tub.
The master bedroom sits tucked behind the kitchen. I set my bag on the bench at the end of the bed, spying a door in the corner that leads outside. This room is simple and clean. A king-sized bed is centered between two floor-to-ceiling windows with sheer, white floor-length curtains.
Opening the first door, I see a giant bathtub inside a shower and dual vanities. Exiting the bathroom, I make my way to the patio door, and the smell of fresh-cut grass greets me. Spotting the hot tub in the corner, I walk over and turn it on because there is no doubt in my mind, we will end our day there.
I make my way back into the bedroom and slide out of my sandals. Leaving them at the end of the bed, I pad my way to the kitchen for a glass of wine and to start dinner. The guys should arrive in the next couple of hours, so it will be nice to have dinner ready when they get here.
For these weekends, we each plan something to do outside of the house. If I let them, we wouldn’t leave the house at all, and I wouldn’t be able to walk for a week after. I cook dinner the first night, and the guys find something for us to do in the area. I know we’re going on a hike, which no doubt is Ford’s doing. He’s always been active and can’t stand to lounge around for too long. Jay hasn’t shared his plans yet, but I know we will all enjoy whatever it is.
It doesn’t take me long to find my way around the kitchen. The organized pantry has all the things I requested lined up on one side with paper products and cleaners on the other. Glancing around, I notice an old-fashioned radio. Pulling it out, I place it on the counter and plug it in, allowing the old-school country crooners to serenade me.
It doesn’t take long for me to lose myself in the chopping, dicing, and marinating process. The smell of cilantro permeates the room, and I sneak a taste of the pico de gallo I’ve been making.
“Yummy,” I mumble to myself. Fajitas is one of my favorite meals, and I know the guys love Mexican, so it’s perfect