Slut For Cabo – Part 3

Everyone in this story is 18+

“Sorry, didn’t mean to be so bold,” Jake said, grinning. “So, are you here with your folks? I think I saw you guys on the beach earlier.”

“Yes, sorry if they seemed a bit stern. They’re a bit… you know.” I tried to apologize.

“Yeah, I picked up on that vibe,” he said, smirking, “but you looked cool.”

“Thanks. I mean, I have nothing against gays. You looked really happy with your… boyfriend,” I added sheepishly.

“Boyfriend?” He laughed, clearly amused. “Oh! You mean Al? He’s not my boyfriend, just my FWB.”

“FWB? What’s that?” I asked, wide-eyed.

He shook his head, grinning. “Are you serious? You really are the cutest thing ever. An FWB is a friend you mess around with—like, hook up with, but without any romantic feelings.” He paused, still smiling. “And please, let me buy you a drink.”

Before I could respond, he took my hand, and I was more than happy to follow him.

“Are you Mormon or something? Maybe Amish on rumspringa?” Jake chuckled. While I adjusted my bangs as he led me back to the bar.

“No, nothing like that,” I said, laughing awkwardly. “But my folks are pretty into church stuff, and I was homeschooled, so… sorry if I’m a bit clueless.”

“Don’t worry, I like clueless for a change,” he replied, flashing a grin. “I’m kinda over the way-too-experienced types. But it must be tough, being gay with parents like that?”

As we reached the bar, I glanced back into his eyes, unsure how to respond.

“I’m, um… I’m a bit unsure, really.” I surprised myself with the truthfulness of my slightly embarrassing admission.

“Oh, sorry! I didn’t mean to assume anything. It’s just… you looked at me a certain way,” he said with a smile. “Anyway, what’s your preferred poison?”

“Poison? Oh, you mean alcohol? I’ve only tried tequila, vodka, and Corona, really,” I replied, a bit sheepishly.

He laughed, shaking his head. “As I said, you’re too cute! I’m ordering you a Sex on the Beach. Who knows, maybe it’ll come to pass.” He smirked as he placed the order.

I just grinned and nodded. “Sure, sounds good!”

Jake and I hit it off, and for the first time on this vacation, I felt like I truly connected with someone. I liked how easygoing and straightforward he was—though his directness sometimes caught me off guard, it was refreshing too.

“I’m here with my frat brothers on spring break,” he said.

“Cool! Are you guys, like, a Greek fraternity? The kind I’ve seen on TV?” I asked, wide-eyed.

“Yeah, you could say that,” he laughed. “We’re actually the gay kind—Delta Lambda Phi. We were the first LGBTQ-inclusive fraternity in the U.S.”

“Really? That’s cool! What uni do you go to?” I asked.

“Arizona State, baby! It’s awesome there,” he replied with a grin. “Hey, by the way, how old are you?”

"I'm 18—just turned 18 yesterday, actually," I said, trying to hide my enthusiasm.

"No way! Really? Congrats, bro!" He leaned in for a big hug. I caught a whiff of his cologne, and somehow, I just felt safe in his embrace, even though I barely knew him.

"I'm 20 myself—a junior, by the way," he added with a grin. "So, are you graduating just before summer, then?" he asked, pulling back.

“No, actually. Like I said, I was homeschooled, so I finished all my coursework early. My mom was pretty strict about pacing, so I wrapped it up faster than most.” I looked down, feeling a bit embarrassed.

“Ah, got it. So you finally have some much-needed free time?” he asked, flashing a smile. “What colleges are you looking at?”

“Well, my mom and dad want me to go to a Christian college,” I admitted. “But… I’m not so sure. I kind of want something different.”

He raised an eyebrow. “I get it—that sucks. You should totally do your own thing! You should definitely check out Arizona State; it’s great there!” he said with a playful grin.

I smiled back. “Yeah, sure. I’ll keep it in mind.”

"You should! Here, you have to follow me on my socials. If you ever need advice on college—or anything else!" He winked, handing me his phone. I added myself on a few of his accounts, from profiles my parents definitely didn’t know I had.

"But I'm actually beat," he said, as I tried to give him his phone back. "I think I'm gonna head back to my hotel." He patted his pockets, then took his phone, a frown crossing his face. “Damn it!”

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

"I seem to have lost my room card, and my roommate at the hotel has gone totally AWOL."

“Oh, anything I can do to help?” I offered.

He shook his head. “No, no, don’t worry about it!”

I took a sip of my Sex on the Beach, feeling the warmth of the alcohol. “I mean… you could crash at my hotel room if you want?”

He looked hesitant. “No, I wouldn’t want to impose.”

“Really, it’s no trouble at all. I have a big twin bed, and we can even pull them apart if needed,” I said, my inhibitions almost nonexistent with the alcohol coursing through me.

He raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eye. “What if… we don’t take the beds apart?”

“That’d be fine,” I replied, a bit naively. “Probably better not to rearrange the furniture anyway—I think I’m a little tipsy.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “You’re really too cute. But okay, sure. The hotel charges an exorbitant fee for replacement keys, anyway. Lead the way,” he said, gesturing toward the streets with a grin.

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As we entered my hotel room, I wasn’t really sure what to expect. I was young, inexperienced, and everything felt so new, but there was a feeling in my stomach—a mix of excitement and nerves I’d never felt before.

“Nice digs, bro! Dibs on the left side of the bed!” Jake announced, tossing his bag down.

“No way, that’s my side!” I laughed, flopping onto the bed. He chuckled, then suddenly lunged at me, playfully wrestling me for the spot.

“Wow, you’re stronger than you look,” he said, sounding impressed.

“Thanks! I swim a lot,” I replied, catching my breath.

He leaned over me, his brown eyes locking onto mine. For a moment, he lingered, his gaze warm and intense, before he licked his lips. A rush of energy ran through me, and before I knew it, I’d done the only thing that felt natural—I reached up and kissed him.

He looked surprised, and I froze, pulling back. Embarrassed, I rolled off the bed and stumbled toward the bathroom. “Sorry! I don’t know what came over me. I didn’t mean to—”

Before I could finish, I felt his hands grip my shoulders, stopping me in my tracks. Jake’s arms wrapped around me from behind, his voice soft in my ear. “I was just surprised you made the first move, that’s all.”

I turned around, a little unsteady from the alcohol, and he caught me, steadying me with his hands. He put a stray hair behind my ear, our eyes met, and he leaned in, pressing his lips to mine. This time, I didn’t hold back, letting instinct take over as our hands found each other’s hips, pulling us closer together.