Road Trip

“Is that your fifth?”
         “Yup” Michelle said with that I’m kind of tipsy grin on her face. “It’s a long flight, what ya expect?”
         “A little self control maybe? Just because you’re not pregnant anymore doesn’t mean you can act like your sixteen again.”
         “Well I am only twenty one.”
         “And a new mother!”
         She should have been the new mother the way she acted sometimes. Jesus. What the fuck honestly. We planned this trip before I got pregnant and did everything we could to keep our plans. My mother was nice enough to watch Davie but I might as well have just brought her with me. It’s a long flight from California to Miami. Come on this is our twenty first birthday present.
         She had turned twenty one two months ago and I had the following month. We wanted to take this trip the week of my twenty first but pushed it off until my son wasn’t quite a newborn. We were only going for five days too, I couldn’t think about being away from my baby too long. I did love the idea of us going to Miami with no men, just us and hopefully a lot of liquor. Well I hoped for the liquor part. Saint Jane over there seemed to think differently. Whatever.
         No men was the best part. The no good deadbeat asshole who knocked me up was out of the picture quick. It’s not like he ever really said he would be in the picture but he definitely kept his word.
         “What are you falling asleep?” Jane asked.
         “Nope just thinking about how much fun we’ll have down there.”
         “Ye I can’t wait either.”
         Jane was a pretty girl. I don’t want to say but except there is one. She just doesn’t really know how to talk to guys too well. She’s a little shorter than me with blue eyes and dark hair with blonde highlights. She gets looks, she knows she gets looks and she knows she looks good. Honestly you’re probably thinking she’s a complete idiot then. Well I wont talk poorly of my friend but she’s not the sharpest tool in the shed ya know? Either way I was getting her hooked up and hopefully laid. Emphasize the hopefully part.
         “Nice here comes the stewardess I’m going to get another drink.”
         “You mean steward.” Jane corrected me.
         “Ooo your right how come we hadn’t seen him yet?”
         “They probably let the hot guys serve the rich women in first class.”
         She was right but hell I’m going to ask him for a drink and hit on him. “Excuse me can I have another vodka and cranberry?”
         “Can I see I.D.?”
         “Sure.” I handed him the I.D. “I don’t see too many stewards, how’d you land this job.” I realized it might have sounded like a pun but whatever. I leaned over a little so I knew I could catch his eyes with.
         “Well my mom did it and I like being able to travel just sort of grew into it I guess. You ever been to Miami?” Well I must of caught his attention a little.
         “Nope first time.”
         “Just be careful some times you don’t get the nicest crowd, I'll be right back with your drink.”
         I knew he liked what he saw. Now Jane might be pretty but I know I’m hot. I just went to brunette from blonde. But I got a slim figure, nice hips, and with the right shirt on I can’t count the compliments. I know Jane probably feels jealous sometimes but it’s got to be good to have a hot girl to go out with, someone has to draw attention to us right?
         “I can’t believe you just hit on the steward. Control Yourself!”
         “I have a kid, I’m not married.” She didn’t reply. She was growing up to fast, or maybe I was just lagging behind, either way I didn’t care.
         The steward came back with my drink. “Thanks. Were going to be in Miami for a few days any chance you’ll be around? Ya know show us around the town.”
         “Nope sorry. I would but I’m going back to LA after we fuel up. Sorry” With that he walked toward the back again.
         “Dammit. I would do him in a heartbeat.”
         “He is hot but you’re out of luck babe.”
         “I don’t know I’m not in the mile high club yet.”
         “You wouldn’t dare.”
         “I could try.” And I planned too. I had about six or seven drinks, shit I don’t count. Either it was the alcohol or because I hadn’t had sex in about ten months, I was horny. I watched him go into the back but he came back out with a food cart. I guess first class got first treatment. I knew when I’d make my move, once he went back after serving the food. He walked by again and I went to stand up running my hand over his lower back and ass. He gave me a look and I knew he wanted it. “You have a minute?” Looked like I was going to have a real good trip, and I was definitely starting it off the right way.