Trip Quotes

“And man, fuck Shakespeare anyhow. Give me Christopher Marlowe any day. Now he was a badass. Who ever loved that loved not at first sight? Hell, if it weren’t for him, there wouldn’t even be a Shakespeare. Kit Marlowe came first.”
― T. Torrest, Trip

“Tonight was marking the first of many goodbyes yet to come as we all took off in different directions across the map to live out the next chapters of our lives. Would we ever be in the same place like this ever again? Would we remember who we were to each other? Would we grow up and forget to be idiots?
Maturity blows.”
― T. Torrest, Trip

“As I bounded out the kitchen door, I saw everyone milling about in the driveway, attempting to cram all our worldly goods into their respective vehicles. Layla was leaning against her car, the sunlight bouncing off her dark brown hair, and I swear to God, the world around her disappeared. I had tunnel vision as I walked straight toward her, dropped my bag on the ground, and pulled her to me for a kiss. I was pretty sure all our friends were watching and I didn’t care. I always knew this girl was created to be in my arms. It was about time everyone else realized it, too.”
― T. Torrest, Trip

“Yeah, I was still into her, but I’d kind of resigned myself to the fact that we couldn’t be anything more than friends. At least for now. Because the fact of the matter was, we actually made pretty great friends. It was kind of weird to think we’d only known each other for two weeks. It felt like I’d known her a lot longer. And I know she felt the same.
What can I say? Sometimes, when it comes to certain people, you just click.
I still wanted to suck her face, however.”
― T. Torrest, Trip

“As bad as my lips wanted to kiss her, my brain wouldn’t allow me to go through with it. Maybe it was the way her eyes were staring right through me. The way my heart was hammering out of my chest.
I never thought twice about it with other girls, but the thing was, Layla wasn’t just another girl. Something was different with her. Something that told me everything would change the first second our lips met. Not just everything between us, but everything in my life.”
― T. Torrest, Trip

“What can I say? Sometimes, when it comes to certain people, you just click. I still wanted to suck her face, however.”
― T. Torrest, Trip

“Fact was, it was a gorgeous, sunny day outside. The wind was whipping through my hair, cooling off my heated skin. I had Guns blaring on the radio... and a beautiful girl riding shotgun, tapping her toes to the beat. Life was good.”
― T. Torrest, Trip

“Fact was, it was a gorgeous, sunny day outside. The wind was whipping through my hair, cooling off my heated skin. I had Guns blaring on the radio... and a beautiful girl riding shotgun, tapping her toes to the beat.”
― T. Torrest, Trip

“As we started walking away, I put my hand at the small of her back to usher her through the crowd. Even after we made it into the open air, I purposely waited an extra few steps before dropping my hand. Fine, you caught me. I was trying to claim her. I wanted people to see us together. Sue me.”
― T. Torrest, Trip

“Don’t ever ask me to stop loving you, because I can’t. don’t ever think I’ll be able to forget you, because I won’t.”
― T. Torrest, Trip

“You’re all I want, Lay. Just you.”
― T. Torrest, Trip

“I gave a quick knock on the bathroom door before slipping inside. The water was running, filling the room with steam as Lay poked her head out from behind the curtain. I raised my eyebrows in silent request.
“Absolutely not, Chester. Don’t you dare.”
I laughed. “Aww come on, Lay-Lay. You’re no fun.”
“I mean it. Please don’t.”
It’s not like I really thought she’d invite me in for godsakes; I was totally teasing. “Fine. I’ll just wait out here until you’re done.”
“Promise?”
She looked so adorable, her brown eyes pleading from under her wet lashes, sexy and shy all at once. “Yeah, I promise. But at least give me the play-by-play of what I’m missing out on in there.”
She stifled a giggle in response and I figured that was that. I picked up one of the decorative soaps when suddenly, a sultry vixen piped up from behind the curtain. “Wellll, the water is so hot and it’s so steamy in here. God, I’m so wet and it feels so good.”
My dick immediately sprang to attention. The rest of me froze in shock.
“Now I’m soaping myself down, running my hands allll over my body...”
Of course my mind was envisioning her slick soapy hands touching every inch of her gorgeous naked self. Oh Jesus.
She chose that moment to peek her head out and check out her handiwork. I was staring at her speechless, my jaw slack, disbelieving. “Layla, what the fuck?”
― T. Torrest, Trip

“Well, look at what we have here...” I slurred, taking in the incredible sight before me. All that exposed skin. From her flat stomach to her prominent hip bones to her long, thin legs. I had to get my mouth on her.
I pulled off my shirt before crawling onto the foot of the mattress, gripping my twelve fingers around three of her ankles, landing my lips on one of her four shins. I pushed her six knees apart with all intentions of kissing her on her pretty lace panties, but I couldn’t coordinate.
Why’d I have to go and drink so much? What feeds me destroys me.
I kissed her stomach instead, pinning her hips to the mattress, sliding my body on top of hers. I grabbed her wrists in my clutches and imprisoned her arms above her head. I was only working with a semi, and I couldn’t understand why with this beautiful girl underneath me, I wasn’t raging hard. I figured I could buy some time until my cock caught up to my eyes.
Whiskey dick is a thing, people.”
― T. Torrest, Trip

“. “Hi,” I said to her swollen lips.
“Hi,” she said back, trying to contain her giggling.
I met her eyes, my lip twitching as I admonished, “Took you long enough to get here.”
I’d been waiting all morning for her to get down to the beach, but I’d been waiting a helluva lot longer than that to get her into my arms.
Layla picked up on the double meaning of my statement. “Yeah, I know,” she said, smiling wickedly. “It feels like it took forever.”
― T. Torrest, Trip

“She swiped a pen off the side table and grabbed my hand, scrawling the digits across my palm.
And then... whether unthinking or by design... she puckered her lips and blew a soft wisp of air across the ink.
She may as well have electrocuted me.
I pulled my hand away a little too abruptly, said a stammered goodbye, and drove with a raging hard-on the entire way home.”
― T. Torrest, Trip