~Livvy~
This beach is pure heaven. If I had it my way, I would move to Miami and live on this beach. I needed a vacation to take a break from school, work, and my pressuring mother. When I think of her, moving here sounds more appealing by the second. Jonathan brought me here for a different reason than I came. I am hoping to get to know him better; he is here hoping to get into my pants. Six weeks is definitely not long enough for me to know if John is the one. He is nice and attentive but only on a physical level. He never asks me questions about myself because he is always too busy talking about himself and his gym schedule. He takes me to dinner or a movie at least twice a week, but it always ends in him trying to get fresh and then stomping off when it doesn’t go his way. My mom has made me so nervous about men in general, saying, “They will use you and throw you away. None of the good ones stick around because there are no good ones left.” For this reason, I have avoided the opposite sex, until Jonathan. He was so sweet and respectful in the beginning, but two weeks into our relationship he started pressuring me about sex. He convinced me to come to Miami with him saying we needed time away from my mother and her influences. He promised me a pressure free weekend, but in the same sentence, said he wants to take our relationship to the next level. I’m sure that means something different to him than it does to me.
“Hello, Sexy. Have I told you how amazing that suit looks on you?”
He presses his lips to mine and aggressively tries to force his way inside, all while sliding his hand down to cup my ass. I have no problem with the intimate touches, but right here on the beach where he makes me feel like an object is definitely not the right time or place. Reaching down, I lightly slap his hand away, “John, not here on the public beach; not with all the children around.” I laugh, hoping to lighten the mood, but instantly see the explosion that’s about to come my way. Over the last few days, he has tried to take things too far for my comfort and I have put a stop to it. By the look on his face, his patience has just run out.
“What the hell, Liv? When will be the right time? We have been here for three days, and I’ve only gotten a little groping action and a few make-out sessions, but you brush me off every time I try to get close to you. What the hell do I have to do to warm you up to me? I thought we came to Miami so we could have some alone time away from that prude of a mother you have. Now I’m afraid that she isn’t the only prude and you plan to hang on to your “v” card until old age sets in. Well, I’m not waitin’ around any longer. You either come to the room prepared to show me how much you love me, or I’m leaving your ass here. You can find your own way home.”
“John, I’m sorry......... I’m just not ready.” The last part of that sentence just fades into the wind because he’s already walking back to our room. Does he really think he can coerce me into having sex with him? Shit, shit, shit! I want to go back to our room to pack my things and leave, but with the way he’s been acting, I’m afraid he won’t let me out until he has what he came for. Great, I’m stuck on the beach with no clothes and wearing a tiny bikini that showcases my ample ass and cleavage. This is why you shouldn’t let men pick out your clothes.
Gathering up my towel and purse, I head down the beach to look for a swimsuit cover or a dress. What the hell am I going to do for the rest of the day and tonight? Our flight leaves tomorrow at noon, together. That will be a fun trip home.
Liz, my friend at George’s Bar where I clean after closing hours, warned me not to come here with John alone. She says he’s nice enough, but she can tell he wants more from the relationship than I am willing to give right now. “I’m afraid he’s going to pressure you into giving up your “v” card, and I would hate to see you waste that on the first nice guy that comes along,” she’d said. What she doesn’t know is that he’s the only guy who has come along. My mother warned me away from boys ever since she noticed that I was interested in them. She has made me leery of men to the point that I would ignore them or walk away, pretending I didn’t hear them talking to me. I think I started putting off a bitch vibe; then they began to ignore me too. Due to the lack of male attention, my self-esteem took a hit and has made me less confident. Liz says men like confident women and I just need to be aware of what kind of power I have over them. Ya right. Calling her now is the right move. Maybe she can get me an early flight home.
“George’s, Liz speaking.”
Hey, Liz, I need some advice.”
Hi, Sweetie. How’s Miami?”
“It was perfect until about twenty minutes ago. Jonathan got a little frisky on a public beach, so I pushed him away. He left me on the beach and threatened that if I don’t come back to the room with him, we’re through. What should I do? I
