Just Like Old Times...(Plus Madison) (1) Entry: Just like old times… (plus Madison) June 15, 2001 When you're on a holiday You can't find the words to say All the things that come to you And I wanna feel it too On an island in the sun We'll be playing and having fun And it makes me feel so fine I can't control my brain --Island in the Sun, Weezer Madison made breakfast. I’m dead serious. She had some help from Bakery Wonderchef Randy, but Madison cooked the majority of the breakfast food (the sausage, eggs, and bacon). And it was good! Randy made pancakes however and they sucked. Too much water in the batter, I told him, but he never listens. I was still recovering from Madison’s display of her domesticated side, and drying off with a towel (finally daring to take a shower while Madison was distracted making the food) when Bobby posed the question again. “What do you want to do today guys?” Senior Week had officially begun. See, the thing about Senior Week is that you don’t HAVE to do ANYTHING. Engaging in specific activities is not a requirement. You can very well use it as an excuse to veg out in front of a television 200+ miles from any form of nagging authority. That’s all part of the beauty, the absolute bliss of it all. You can walk around and say “I don’t give a fuck.” And mean it. And once you realize this, the true relaxation can begin, though it can take some people longer than others to realize this. I was one of those people. “You mean you guys don’t have a plan?!” my tone was incredulous and annoyed as I joined Randy and Co. in the living room, fully dressed. Bobby was doing the dishes with a goofy smile on his face (he was doing them because he wanted to and not because he was asked), and Randy was resting comfortably on the couch with a mirrored expression. Madison and I eyed them both carefully, and I made a mental note to check the room later for hidden bottles of Prozac. “Dude Mack, just chill.” Randy said in an even tone. He was staring at the wooden ceiling as if he were looking into the abyss of a star-lit sky. Chill? CHILL?! Here we were 200 miles from everything that represented our oppression at our tender young ages, in the land of equal opportunity booty, and we were sitting around twiddling our thumbs! I mean, yeah it was good to get a chance to do it, but I wanted to DO SOMETHING! WHERE THE HELL WAS THE EPIC SUMMER VACTION I WAS PROMISED DAMMIT?! A knock at the door. I rushed to answer, praying for someone more exciting than the lax crew I had been stuck with. It was Tom. With Aurora. “Hey, Music Brotha!” Tom exclaimed. “Where ya been man?” “That’s a whole long story in itself.” “Oh shut up, Mack!” Madison yelled. I grinned back at her. “Hey Mackenzie,” Aurora was coming in behind Tom, and she gave me her patented “dazzle” smile that filled you with warmth and goodness. Now I could relax. Tom called me his “Music Brotha”. He does it because he believed the two of us to be the main creative forces behind the band, as I write the songs and he writes the music and because I am a Negroid. He used to call me his “Soul Brotha” but it made Aurora jealous. Just kidding. “What happened last night with you two?” Tom asked. “Rora and I left outta here at close to one and you guys were a no show.” Madison shot me a warning look. “Traffic jam.” I said. I shot Aurora an I’m-telling-a-big-fat-lie-for-Madison’s-sake look. And she nodded slightly. We’d talk later, she signaled to me back. Life was good. Bobby came in from washing the dishes and greeted everybody, and ogled Aurora’s curves for all they were worth. It was just like old times. Well old times plus Madison. And Tom, well Tom continued to talk for some odd reason. You have to understand, he rarely spoke outside of band practice, where you couldn’t get him to shut up, so him speaking in public was new for me, but he kept at it. Weird. “We were just about to meet some people at the beach,” Tom said. “You guys wanna go?” “Sounds good to me,” Randy just wanted to see Aurora in her bikini. “Hells freakin yeah!” Bobby said. Ditto for him. Everyone went to their rooms to change into their suits, except me, who had thought ahead and was wearing my trunks under my jeans in place of my boxers. Which meant I was sans drawers of course, but it really didn’t matter. I followed Bobby into the room we shared though, to get the most important piece of equipment for a horny male on the beach: Sunglasses. The darker the lenses, the better. That way, if you do see an attractive female and you wish to make her acquaintance, you can at least pretend that you were only looking at her. Even though you both know your eyes have been darting around the beach as if you were watching a tennis match. I had chosen my sunglasses months in advance. I’d searched for the perfect lenses with the right style with a near obsession. Mine were so dark I could barely see out of them, but as long as people couldn’t see my eyes, it was all I cared about. Bobby was scooping my shades. “Nice.” Was all he said, and then I left the room so he could change. Bobby was rooming with me in our 2 bedroom condo, and Aurora and Tom were sleeping on the front sofa bed in the living room, so that left Madison rooming with Randy in the Master Bedroom. The difference between my room and Randy’s room however, was that Bobby and I had two single beds in our room, whereas Randy only had one Queen size to himself. Well now to share with the Devil—I mean Madison. I smiled. Good, let Randy know what it’s like to suffer. Ha ha. I was walking past the bathroom when Madison came out dressed in her suit. And at that point, a little thought crossed my mind out of the blue: Maybe there is no God at all. Madison was a 5’8’’ 130 pound fantasy in a purple two piece that was like a second skin. Her breasts were large and daring the suit to be any smaller, lest they show it who truly was boss and pop free revealing themselves to all, and to all a good night. Her voluptuous figure was now liberated to be observed in all its glory. The long, shapely, legs and thighs, the slightly plump little ass hanging somewhat out of the bottom of her suit, the waist, the hips, the eyes, the whole damn package was just too much! I managed to make it look like I was playing it cool when I leaned against the wall for support. “Whatdaya think?” Madison asked me, turning around so I could see “all of her.” I thought my dick was going to rip through my swim trunks. “You look good,” I’d told her, “Really good.” “Thanks.” I knew what was coming next…the soul stealing look. I shut my eyes behind my glasses, and when I opened them, Aurora was coming toward me to use the bathroom in her bathing suit. I nearly passed out. Randy was coming out of his room at the same time. He stumbled, and all but fell when he saw her. Aurora went into the bathroom and shut the door. Randy just stared after her and then gave me a wide-mouthed look of disbelief. I nodded. Then we waited for her to come out, and tried not to drool on the carpet. Remember when I said Aurora had a dancers figure? Well that was because she used to dance. And if you’ve never seen a six foot tall former ballerina with long blond hair in a periwinkle two-piece then you haven’t lived. You also haven’t suffered. Her skin tone was fair, as opposed to Madison’s almost olive complexion. Her body, toned and athletic, and though she was tall, she cute little feet with little yellow smiley faces painted on her toenails. She was proportionate, which meant she didn’t have Madison’s abundance, but it would have looked out of place anyway. Imagine Tinkerbell on steroids. She was beautiful. She was graceful. She stubbed her toe coming out of the bathroom. Well, so much for that last one. “You ok?” Randy asked. His voice was full of concern. Aurora gave him an amused look. “Yeah sweetie, I just stubbed my toe. I’m fine.” She laughed. I elbowed Randy to clue him in to the fact that his mouth was hanging open again. He shut it before she looked back, then she did her little spin for us, and we both sucked in a breath. “How do I look?” “Good.” In stereo! Aurora suddenly frowned. “What the heck happened to you, Randy?” Now she looked concerned. I turned to look, and saw—I can’t even describe what I saw. Randy had gotten himself a tan…or something. White people, I swear to God. You see, black people like myself, we don’t tan. Ever. If anything, we get darker. I start out the summer with my usual milk chocolate skin tone, and by the end of the summer, I’m a dark chocolate lovers special. Or as my mother says: “One crispy fried Negro.” “What the hell happened to you?!” I cried out in horror to Randy, whose entire torso area looked inflamed, like he had first degree burns, but only in patches, Red blotchy patches all over his chest and stomach, with regular pasty white patches of skin that looked out of place. Randy hadn’t been wearing a shirt when he’d come out of his room and now he looked like he regretted such a decision. Try to imagine: Randy was a big guy, about as tall as Madison, maybe a little taller, and about 100 pounds heavier. Let’s just say he was hard to miss in a game of dodge ball. Except for this one time where…ah it’s not worth it to go into that now. Tom came out of the kitchen. “WHAT THE FUCK?!” he exclaimed when he saw Randy. Randy put his hands on his hips. “THIS IS HOW I TAN DAMMIT!” he yelled, cheeks turning red. “I went to the beach yesterday and…this is just how I tan!” “Man, I dunno how you people deal with that type of crap,” I said. “It just makes me glad I’m black.” “What does?” Madison asked as she came out of her room. She got an eyeful of Randy. “Damn.” Was all she said, sitting down on the couch to rub sunscreen on her legs and arms. Tom got caught looking at her by Aurora, and was forced to go outside on the porch with a single warning look. Aurora was not one to be trifled with on such matters. Bobby came out in his swim trunks and a T-shirt, laughing his ass off. “You guys see his tan yet?” he asked us, slapping Randy lightly on the back in passing. “It’s funnier than all hell.” Randy went back to his room to get a shirt, shaking his head at the injustice of it all. Bobby was still laughing, and I tried hard not to, but sometimes Bobby is a funny guy and I may have chuckled once or twice. Madison went to smoke a cigarette with Tom outside, and Bobby was putting on his Tupac hat, besides looking for his sunglasses when Aurora asked, “Bobby will you rub some sunscreen on my back?” He stopped dead in his tracks. “Sure,” he said, a goofy grin breaking out on his face. Bobby needed not to be asked twice. He walked over and took the bottle that was offered to him from Aurora and spread some of the cream on his hands, taking extra care to rub it around good before he started applying it in what became a sort of weird massage-like thing. Bobby had his eyes closed and his mouth open as he rubbed the sun screen onto Aurora’s shoulders and worked his way down. I put my hand to my mouth to stifle a laugh. Randy came into the room (with a shirt) and his jaw dropped, then he started snickering too. He ran back to his room and came back with one of our many disposable cameras. Bobby had moved lower on Aurora’s back and was now sporting a wide blissful grin with his eyes shut tight. Although now he seemed to be slightly grinding against the air that separated his crotch from Aurora’s ass. He was close enough so that from the back, it looked like he was dry humping her from behind. Bobby was in heaven. Randy snapped a picture.
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