Beach Trip 1 - Four and a Half Friends

You love the fact that Zoey cums buckets. You really do. But god, is it tedious to wash it all off. This bitch better be changing your sheets while you're busy with this. After all, you two have like ten minutes left before the others are here. Was it stupid to fuck this shortly before you are to be picked up by your friends? Yes. Yes, it was. Did Zoey make you cum your brains out? Hell yeah. Like. Fucking. Clockwork.

"You ready?" you hear Zoey ask through the door.

"If I was, Zoey, then I would've come out already." you answer, in the middle of your hair routine. You had to wash all her spunk out and blow-dry afterwards - your hair is pointing in every single direction imaginable right now. "The girls can wait."

"I don't care about them, I need to piss."

"Ugh, can it wait a minute?"

"It's been waiting for like twenty minutes, girl."

"Alright, fine, come in."

The door opens behind you and your girlfriend comes waltzing in, butt ass naked. Obviously, she looks fantastic as always, no amount of just having fucked can change that. Her dick's not hard though. Might sound like a negligible detail, but you rarely see your girlfriend nude but non-erect. Ehh, even flaccid... this thing is just huge, man.

Your bathroom - if it's even more than a glorified closet - is rather small though and thus, this is getting pretty crowded in here. Zoey however doesn't seem to mind. She just sits down on the toilet next to you, completey unbothered.

"What are you even still doing in here? You look perfect." she tells you.

"Well, I mean, thanks. But-" you start but the sound of her stream takes you out of it for a second. "But you don't have hair like me. This shit is WORK."

"Hah, just like this one." Zoey laughs and nods downwards but you decide to punish her gross joke with silence. Actually, no. This deserves more. At least a quick blow blast with the dryer.

"Hehey!" she complains as her shoulder-long hair blows all over the place.

"You did this to your- ah!" - this bitch just pinched your nipple!

"You dick!" you scold her, but she just mocks you by sticking her tongue out.

"Anyways." you grumble and put some of your toiletries into a bag. You're gonna be gone for a whole weekend, after all. "Better put something on. They'll be here any minute."

"Hmm, I'm pretty sure Denise would appreciate some nudity." Zoey grins and cocks her head.

"And that only makes it worse." you point out and gesture her out the door. "You banged one of my friends already. We're not your personal harem."

"Pruude." smiles the futa while washing her hands and walks out.

"By the way, Erika's bringing her dude." you call after her.

"Oh really?" she answers, poking her head back in. "You think she told him?" she asks, refering to the time that Erika cheated on him WITH Zoey a year ago.

"Never heard of a crashout between them. So, probably not."

"Huh..." is her response, accompanied by a thoughtful expression. "Still ballsy of her, no?"

"Not necessarily, you know, if you can keep your dick in your pants." you tease, throwing a bit of semi-playful shade at her.

"Please. I'm a better person now." Zoey boasts in defense, placing her hand against her chest.

"You showed Denise a pic of your penis the first time you met."

"She was curious!"

"Whatever, dumbass. Just don't do anything stupid." you decide to lay the topic to rest and walk past her.

"Nahh, I won't. Don't want any drama." Zoey shrugs and follows you.

"You know what?" you start and turn back to her. "I don't think I've ever met someone so good and bad at avoiding drama at the same time."

It's been a while since you last saw Jonas. Erika doesn't bring him along too often and you can't say you mind. He's okay, sure, but he's a bit of a bore. Turns out the van is his though, so yeah, not much of a choice here. Okay, maybe you're being too harsh. It's not like he's an asshole or anything. It just sucks having to think twice about every dirty joke you want to crack with the others when he's around.

When he arrives with Erika and Denise, the latter immediately jumps out the van and hugs you. She's always been a passionate hugger and to this day, you suspect her five feet of height to be the reason. After all, she gets to stick her head into cleavage everytime she hugs you.

"Hey there." she beams up at you, giving you a cheeky grin. Oh, speaking of cleavage...

"Damn." Zoey mumbles, clearly having noticed the same. Denise already has some bazongas on her anyway, but her low cut top is really putting them on display. Like, you're rocking some cleavage on your crop top too but that's on another level.

"You readyyy?" Denise cheers and turns to Zoey, hugging her too. God damn, that squish, jesus.

"I think so." the futanari smiles and looks over to the van, finding Jonas on the driver's seat. "Hey there."

"Hey." is all the greeting Jonas gives her, but that was to be expected. He typically speaks as blandly as he looks.

"You coming?" Erika calls out, appearing on the passenger seat next to him. Alright, seems it's time to get this trip started. North Sea, we're coming.

Denise hops over to the back of the van and helps you and Zoey load up the trunk with your belongings. Once everything is secured, the three of you nestle in the backseat, Zoey in the middle. The two in the front give an interesting picture. Erika is rocking a comfy flannel shirt and ripped jeans, making her look like she's about to check out the woods instead of a beach, but Jonas takes the cake. Dude's dressed like he's on his way to his 9 to 5 at the local bank. Motherfucker's wearing a tie, for christ's sake. Well, at least the backseat brings some hot girl summer into this.

Speaking of the backseat - you obviously know that Zoey boasts quite the build, but the limited space with three people back here really shows you how broad her damn shoulders are. A tad more space would be neat but hey, you're not gonna complain about having to snuggle up against her. Then again, so does Denise on her right.

"So how long's this gonna take?" Zoey asks, apparently not particularly bothered by the two pretty women on either of her sides.

"About three hours." Erika answers but her boyfriend chimes in.

"Three hours? More like four."

"Maps says Den Haag is just in three." argues the curly brunette.

"That's because Google thinks we're gonna be speeding."

"Wait, isn't Maps always a bit slower?" Zoey wonders.

"Ugh, not for him." Erika sighs and rolls her eyes.

"I'm not gonna risk a ticket in Holland." her boyfriend argues. "Do you know how much they charge for speeding?"

"God, stop fighting and let's go already!" Denise interrupts and thank god, she does. These two are always like that. You'll never know what she sees in him. Like, you can't even get yourself to blame Erika for cheating on him because Zoey is like 800 times more bearable and interesting than him. Not sugarcoating cheating here, but still.

"Now, music?" Denise suggests as the engine starts roaring and the van gets moving.

"Just no rap please. Or this metal stuff." Jonas immediately intervenes, further reinforcing his image of being a square.

"None of my playlists then." Zoey, a punk rock and metal head, chuckles.

"You act like this would be a debate." Denise says and connects her phone to the car speakers. Oh naive little Zoey. She doesn't know her long enough to know that Denise ALWAYS picks the music. Well, hope she's okay with white girl pop - which is ironic because Denise is the least white person in here.