Sun-Kissed - Frankie Love Page 0,2

good old fashioned, vaginal penetration so I can finally get over this hurdle that is getting bigger and bigger every year.

But standing here at the cabana of this premier Miami beach club, I'm realizing that I'm overdressed. Which is saying something considering everyone else is in bikinis.

Why, oh why, did I order a one-piece? And why didn't I get a spray tan like all the other ladies with me? I thought I was being so on point.

"Oh, my God," Lexi says, squealing. She's wearing high heels, a string bikini, and a sash that says, bride-to-be. She looks freaking hot. I look like I stepped out of my grandma’s high school photographs.

"Oh my God, did you see the ladies in the pool? They’re stripping! I can't even!” Lexi screams. “This is the best bachelorette weekend ever!"

The other ladies start squealing, all women I've known for a long time.

And I squeal too.

Because heck, I'm on spring break in Miami. If there was ever a time to just have fun and let go, this is it.

"I'm so glad you're here, Dottie," Lexi says, squeezing my hand. "I know this isn't your scene but it means so much to have you by my side."

I pull her in for a quick hug, then kiss her cheek. "I'm so happy to be here too." When I step away, I know what I need to do. I can be fun Dottie today. Why shouldn't I be crazy Dottie for once in my life? It's time to just go for it. "I think we should get wasted tonight," I tell Lexi. "Like, right now."

Lexi drops her jaw and so do the other ladies. "Did you just suggest body shots?" Lexi asks.

I laugh, rolling my eyes. "I did not say body shots. I said wasted. As in several drinks. Like, we could start with margaritas. Let's work our way up to body shots."

I know my offer means a lot to Lexi because she smiles broadly, telling me again that she's so glad I'm here. The waitress comes over and we order a round of margaritas on the rocks. Then we set down our bags, take off our shoes and cover ups, and slip into the pool.

We're only in the water for a moment before I look over and see a man staring at me. He's smiling with his arms crossed, a smirk on his face. A look that says he has plans I don't understand yet. He is tall, ripped, and the kind of man that could make a woman forget herself. Forget everything.

One look at him gets me hot in a way I've never experienced.

My nipples are hard and I feel myself clenching my pussy, longing for things I don't exactly understand.

But want to know.

I may have said I was going to get wasted today... but maybe I’ll start with throwing caution to the wind.

It's time.

"Here you go, Dottie," Lexi says, handing me a cup rimmed in salt.

"Thanks, babe," I tell her, lifting my glass for a group toast, "To Lexi and Andy!”

There are tons of flotation devices in the pool: donuts and pizza slices and flamingos. Lexi and some of the other girls jump on them and float to the center of the pool, trying to keep their drinks from sloshing.

I stay behind, liking this corner of the pool. From this vantage point, I'm in the shade and since I have a thing about getting sunburned, this feels like a better spot than front and center. Lexi and her caramel skin soak up the sun like there's no tomorrow. But for me and my fair complexion? I go from alabaster to lobster in about twelve minutes flat. Doesn't matter what kind of SPF I'm using, my skin is allergic to the sun.

So, I'm going to sit here on this step and enjoy the breeze from the ocean. It's a gorgeous view, bright turquoise water, miles of white sand, dozens of boats and jet skis crisscrossing the waves. Everything about this place screams sexy and fun. And money. I can’t believe Lexi found herself a husband with so much disposable income. I don’t need this kind of luxury every day—but occasionally, it’s fun to enjoy this decadence.

I need more of this my life—not the decadence—the uninhibited fun. Looking around this cabana I see so many people laughing and drinking and kissing. The couple to my right is more than kissing, actually, in fact, I swear that they are...

I swallow. Is that his... hmmm. Okay, yes, certainly more than