Part XVI : New Places, New Faces

It was the end of July, and that meant that the lease on my apartment was about to expire. Holly and I had without discussion come to a mutual conclusion that we would be living together, and with our sudden inflow of money, we would be moving up. We had planned to come back to go apartment hunting, but since we now had incredible amount of money, it was no longer necessary to find the affordable apartment, which meant shopping became much easier. Holly had decided to stay in LA for a few more weeks, she and Lindsey had become close friends if not more. The morning of my flight home, i asked Holly a few questions.
“Babe, what about sex while we’re apart?” I asked.
“I’ve thought about it, and I think you should do whatever you want, as long as your careful, I’m sure Stephanie is in need of some attention” Holly said.
“What about you?” I asked.
“Well, Lindsey and I can probably take care of each other.”
“I know we’ve never really set down any groundrules, and it seems to be holding us back, so let’s just say this. The only rules are, be safe, how’s that” I said.
“I’ve been thinking the same thing, I just didn’t want to ask if I can fuck other men, well, at least not before you asked if you can fuck other women” she said, smirking.
“Well, as long as we both know what’s going on, then it should be fine, you know I love you, I know you love me, sex is just sex.” I said.
“I love you babe” Holly replied.
“I gotta get goin”

I hadn’t packed my suitcase, I had waited until about ten minutes before I had to leave, procrastination is the strongest form of motivation. So I stuffed as much as I could into my suitcase, and checked my mp3 player was charged, before leaving the room, walking to the elevator, hailing a taxi, and going to the airport. And just think a year ago I was living at home, now I’m 19 and my parents think I’m working all summer at home, they only call my cell phone, they can’t tell the difference. The fact had occurred to me that I hadn’t told my parents that I was doing porn, before it just seemed like I was just doing it, but they don’t know and it seems to me like I’m hiding it. I hadn’t made a real conscious effort to lie to them, I just didn’t feel like telling them. I guess I’ll think about that later, I thought, riding in the cab.

On the plane, cruising at altitude, the cabin was sleepy, for the passengers were tired from such an early flight, and anticipation of a long flight. It was almost eerily quiet. I too was trying to sleep, knowing I couldn’t, but in a vain attempt putting on my headphones, and closing my eyes. I have always found that familiar music will help me sleep better than just silence. I, being a nineteen year old, was into the music of just the past few years, and being a rock fan, I was listening to my favorite album, Lateralus by Tool, but having heard it so many times in recent memory, I searched through my library of songs on my mp3 player, and decided on some classics, things that my generation seem to have forgotten. The music in question is that of The Beatles, The Doors, and Jimi Hendrix. I must have had my music playing a bit too loud, when I was taken out of my near slumber by a voice in my ear.