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driven up for a visit for the Spring Break weekend, accompanied by her brother and Jude. I was overjoyed to see them all, even Jude, as I was lonely and hadn’t really made any friends in Springbay.
Even though I had been there for quite some time, Springbay was kind of like Spruce Hollow, in the sense that if you weren’t born there and hadn’t lived there since birth, you were kind of considered an outsider. And outsiders were regarded with a wary eye.
It had been a great week with all four of us staying in my tiny, one bedroom apartment. Sorcha and I shared my tiny double bed, while her brother and Jude took turns sleeping on the couch and the floor in the living room. I really wasn’t prepared for company but was so grateful to have them there, that I tried to make it up to them by cooking a full breakfast every morning. Sorcha’s brother and Jude were both still living the lives of poor college students, so they didn’t seem to mind. To them, sleeping on the couch and floor was more than a fair trade off for bacon and eggs every day.
The four of us spent all day at the beach and then would spend the evening drinking at my apartment, courtesy of Jude, as he was the only one old enough to go to the liquor store and buy alcohol. Then we would go out and mingle with the other college-aged Spring breakers at the various all-night street parties.
For the entire week, Jude was funny, charming and paid attention to me. He laid it on pretty thick and for a moment I felt like I was the only girl in the entire world. But, I had seen him in action with women before and that was his inherent charm. Making you believe that you were somehow special.
I knew his MO and yet I supposed that I was feeling particularly vulnerable and kind of lonely one night. I hadn’t seriously dated a boy since Justin Meyers, back in high school and Jude and I were both pretty drunk. We were dancing together at one of the street parties, when he finally made a move and pulled me into his arms. When he kissed me full on the lips, it was nice. He was a good kisser. Actually, it was better than nice, as I hadn’t been kissed in a really long time. Roan had been the last guy that I had kissed and really meant it .
Jude and I left Sorcha and her brother at the street party, and then kissed and drunkenly groped one another all the way back to my apartment, where we both ended up half naked on top of my bed.
Thank god for Sorcha’s though, because I was a few sloppy kisses away from giving Jude my virginity, when she came stumbling in, turned on the light and promptly threw up all over my bedroom floor.
The smell of barf and Sorcha’s crying put the brakes on the whole thing and Jude was pretty angry once he figured out that he wasn’t going to get laid. Actually, he’d completely flipped out, tore a strip off Sorcha and then he’d stormed from the room.
It was an angry, seething, dark version of him that I hadn’t seen before and one that I didn’t particularly care to see ever again.
I supposed that incident should have served as my “warning flag”, in regards to Jude but after a day and a half of giving me the cold shoulder, he turned on the charm again and weaseled his way back into my good graces by the end of their stay.
Unfortunately, the rest of their visit was kind of awkward as there was now this new sexual tension between Jude and I that wasn’t present before.
But I was glad that I hadn’t gone through with it and slept with him that night. I knew in my heart that he wasn’t the one , as Sorcha liked to say.
Over time, Jude seemed to get over it and things went back to the way they had always been between us, with his halfhearted attempts to pick me up and me turning him down.
Over the years, meeting up with Jude would invariably involve me trying to steer the conversation away from the topic of “picking up where we left off that night” and I would try to engage him in polite
Even though I had been there for quite some time, Springbay was kind of like Spruce Hollow, in the sense that if you weren’t born there and hadn’t lived there since birth, you were kind of considered an outsider. And outsiders were regarded with a wary eye.
It had been a great week with all four of us staying in my tiny, one bedroom apartment. Sorcha and I shared my tiny double bed, while her brother and Jude took turns sleeping on the couch and the floor in the living room. I really wasn’t prepared for company but was so grateful to have them there, that I tried to make it up to them by cooking a full breakfast every morning. Sorcha’s brother and Jude were both still living the lives of poor college students, so they didn’t seem to mind. To them, sleeping on the couch and floor was more than a fair trade off for bacon and eggs every day.
The four of us spent all day at the beach and then would spend the evening drinking at my apartment, courtesy of Jude, as he was the only one old enough to go to the liquor store and buy alcohol. Then we would go out and mingle with the other college-aged Spring breakers at the various all-night street parties.
For the entire week, Jude was funny, charming and paid attention to me. He laid it on pretty thick and for a moment I felt like I was the only girl in the entire world. But, I had seen him in action with women before and that was his inherent charm. Making you believe that you were somehow special.
I knew his MO and yet I supposed that I was feeling particularly vulnerable and kind of lonely one night. I hadn’t seriously dated a boy since Justin Meyers, back in high school and Jude and I were both pretty drunk. We were dancing together at one of the street parties, when he finally made a move and pulled me into his arms. When he kissed me full on the lips, it was nice. He was a good kisser. Actually, it was better than nice, as I hadn’t been kissed in a really long time. Roan had been the last guy that I had kissed and really meant it .
Jude and I left Sorcha and her brother at the street party, and then kissed and drunkenly groped one another all the way back to my apartment, where we both ended up half naked on top of my bed.
Thank god for Sorcha’s though, because I was a few sloppy kisses away from giving Jude my virginity, when she came stumbling in, turned on the light and promptly threw up all over my bedroom floor.
The smell of barf and Sorcha’s crying put the brakes on the whole thing and Jude was pretty angry once he figured out that he wasn’t going to get laid. Actually, he’d completely flipped out, tore a strip off Sorcha and then he’d stormed from the room.
It was an angry, seething, dark version of him that I hadn’t seen before and one that I didn’t particularly care to see ever again.
I supposed that incident should have served as my “warning flag”, in regards to Jude but after a day and a half of giving me the cold shoulder, he turned on the charm again and weaseled his way back into my good graces by the end of their stay.
Unfortunately, the rest of their visit was kind of awkward as there was now this new sexual tension between Jude and I that wasn’t present before.
But I was glad that I hadn’t gone through with it and slept with him that night. I knew in my heart that he wasn’t the one , as Sorcha liked to say.
Over time, Jude seemed to get over it and things went back to the way they had always been between us, with his halfhearted attempts to pick me up and me turning him down.
Over the years, meeting up with Jude would invariably involve me trying to steer the conversation away from the topic of “picking up where we left off that night” and I would try to engage him in polite
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