Beach Trip 10 - Fun in the Sand

Denise's grin is almost wider than her face itself. She's slept by far the longest, so she was barely awake when the five of you made your way over to the beach. In fact, she's eating on the way there - at least she would be if she wasn't busy constantly making jokes about yours and Zoey's nighttime adventure.

"'Ooh, you can rail me whenever but I like it romaantiic.'" she imitates roughly what you said in that heated moment. She hasn't picked up on the tension between Erika and Jonas yet, so she has no trouble going off on her usual antics.

"You are a creep, you know that?" you groan, pushing her a little, causing her to nearly drop her sandwich as you waddle up the dune.

"Pff, is it my fault y'all were fucking so loud?" she retorts and takes a big chomp.

"No, but- you know what, I'm not gonna have this discussion with you." you tell her and hear Zoey snicker behind you. As always, she's nothing but amused by Denise's silliness.

"That's cause you're all outa arguments~" grins Denise and hops up the last few meters. It's definitely worth mentioning how her unreasonably stacked rack bounces around in her bikini top as she does so. Yeah, Denise, as a portuguese, for sure carries classic latina modesty when it comes to her beach attire - meaning none at all. That bikini is at least one size too small and the thong is practically eaten up by her cheeks. Zoey takes her spot by your sight and you give each other a telling side-eye. An appreciative side-eye.

Zoey herself rocks a bikini top as well but her bottoms are large and baggy trunks. Granted, with what she's carrying around down there, a bikini bottom would look ridiculous on her. Not bad of course, just... it'd draw quite the attention. Luckily, you are unburdened by such limitations and you can wear your tight two-piece bikini without people gawking at the front.

Finally at the top of the dune, you can see the now familiar beach and ocean line. The sun's standing high this time and the heat is intense, but the sea breeze keeps things bearable. Countless campers are spread out along the sand and water and you spot Erika and Jonas already setting up your spot. Denise is there too but she doesn't seem particularly helpful.

"So, you gonna try to get down the cool way again?" you ask Zoey, referring to her failed attempt to slide down yesterday.

"Heh, good question." she smirks and looks down. For a change, she's wearing her cap forward to shield her eyes from the sun. "Do I risk another crash or do I give in and admit defeat?"

"Keep in mind, there are a looot more people around this time." you remind her. "AND, more importantly, you're carrying all hour drinks."

"Which I could just hand to you." she points out, indeed carrying the group's cooler box.

"And who said I'd take it, huh? Shit weighs a ton."

"Well, alright..." she sighs and starts to carefully make her way down the dune. "Since someone's being a PUSSY..."

"I'm pretty sure you like pussy, soo..." you tease back and follow her, careful not to slip.

"Hah, they have... redeeming qualities, not gonna lie." she laughs in response. "Don't remind me though. I'm still horny from earlier."

"You had your chance to deal with it." you argue, passing her by and sliding a couple feet ahead.

"Pff, I'm not gonna fap when I have my hot ass girl right there." she scoffs amused.

"And when your friends are having emotional deep talk a few feet away, maybe?" you suggest, turning back to her upon reaching the bottom.

"Uhh, yeah, that too." she concedes halfheartedly, joining you.

"You are irredeemable." you chuckle and shake your head. A mischievous, smug grin forms on Zoey's face in response.

"You know, a lot of girls would agree with that." she boasts and walks past you.

"Pff, fuck you, asshole." you scoff and kick her butt - a risky move against a kickboxer but your girlfriend status should protect you.

"Thin ice, babe." warns the futa, only grinning harder. Man, bantering can be so strangely hot sometimes.

"How slippery~" is the last you say before you two reach the others. You don't really know what exactly that was supposed to mean, but uhh, yeah.

"Hah, and I was already wondering if it was a good idea to leave you two up there alone!" cracks Denise, eying the both of you.

"Rightfully so, I practically had to **** her off me." Zoey jokes and sets the cooler box down.

"That is bullshit and you know it." you call her out and start laying the towels. As you do though, out of the corner of your eyes you spot the rock from yesterday in the distance. Oof, the memories hit hard. Just like she hit you ha- no. Not now.

"Sure, Ronny would neeever beg for some, noo." mocks Denise and you roll your eyes. Why must everyone conspire against you...

Meanwhile, Jonas is setting up the parasol while Erika is currently spreading out the remaining towel. Both are usually reserved as is, but now even more so than normal, which is... understandable. Erika hasn't dropped the bomb yet, though, and while that fact makes pretty much everything considerably more awkward, it does at least ensure you still have a ride home tomorrow.

"Man, pretty crowded today, huh..." mumbles Zoey, scanning the beach and the overabundance of people in the water. She really loves swimming so her being bummed out by the masses unfortunately makes sense. However, interestingly enough, you find that, of all things, the volleyball net is free. Hmm, didn't you see Erika pack-

"Catch." sounds Erika's monotone warning before a ball flies in Zoey's direction. Your girlfriend does react just in time to avoid a hit, but she struggles catching it. Instead, she wildly juggles the ball a couple times until, finally, she can grab it properly. Not even her bombastic physique was able to make that maneuver look elegant.

"Now that's a plan I can get behind." grins the muscular futa and lightly punches the ball into the air before catching it again.

"Yeah, great. Let's play a game for tall people. Yay." complains five-foot Denise and crosses her arms. It is to be mentioned how she's squishing her F-cup boobs by doing so.

"You can team up with me." suggests Erika, a whole foot taller and the tallest in the group. Well, except for Jonas, being just an inch off. She's actually proposing a valid compromise because even back in school, she was always one of the best players. Denise on the other hand... well, you've never seen her play but knowing her, the results can't possibly be positive.

"Hah, deal!" Zoey agrees on her behalf, a visible spark in her eyes. "You two against me and Ronya."

"And what about me?" Jonas interjects, done with the umbrella. A moment of silence follows and a look darts between you, Zoey and Erika. Denise, not up to date yet, stands between you all and looks confused. Luckily, in her innocence, she effortlessly diffuses the tension.

"Girls only match, bro." she tells him and grins. "Feel free to cheerlead though."

"Uhuh, yeah, no." he mumbles and sits down on his towel. Ugh, what a buzzkill.

"Works for me. Let's go!" cheers Zoey and tosses the ball up, only to abruptly volley kick it over to the net- at least that's what was likely her plan. However, while she does have power in her kick, her aim is... off, to say the very least - a fact that the random elderly man who just received a volleyball to the face several feet away from the net can attest to.

"Whoops." she mutters to herself before jogging over. "Sorry! My bad!"

From the distance, you can't hear his response, but the man does wear a warm and friendly smile on his face. He even picks up the ball off the ground and hands it back to her. Funnily enough, while he is a bit taller than her, Zoey's frame absolutely dwarfs his.

"She's a real airhead when she's excited, huh?" Denise comments as the three of you follow your girlfriend to the net. You find yourself automatically think back to your first proper date with her, back at the movies. Fittingly, she wore 'Airhead' written on her shirt that day.

"Oh yes. Yes, she is." you answer with a smile on your face as you watch you sexy ass futa girlfriend punch a test serve straight into the net. All the power and athleticism in the world but not an ounce of finesse...

It's on. It's you, an amateur with potential, and Zoey, a marvelous athlete with the ball handling skills of... a not so marvelous athlete, against Erika, the borderline pro player. Denise is there too, on her side of the net, but it remains to be seen wether she really makes a difference here. The sun stands high, the net a figurative arena in the midst of the sea of beachgoers. Some dude shouts he sells ice cream, but nothing could break your focus right now. You'd love some ice cream, though.

"You serve." says Erika and throws the ball over to the net and you catch it. You step back and prepare to throw it upwards. Zoey turns her back to you and with a wide stance, she's ready for action. Damn, she really has a nice back, man. Well, to be fair, everything is nice about her but like, how the sun shines on her mostly bare skin, highlighting the subtle muscles undernea-

"This gonna happen any time soon or...?" interrupts Denise and snaps you out of your horny trance. Oof, this might be even harder than anticipated. On a skill level alone, you and Zoey are likely gonna be outmatched but to add to that, your gay ass is going to have to resist being distracted by either Zoey's fantastic physique or, on the other side of the net, Denises's ridiculous boobage when she jumps around. Hell, even Erika is nowhere near bad to look at! Ughhhh, head. In. The. Game.

One deep, hopefully refocusing breath later, you toss the ball up and, following a swing, send it over the net. That was a decent serve if you do say so yourself! Erika easily gets it though, bumping the ball over to Denise, who... apparently did not expect it. In her surprise, she flails wildly, hits it with at least some part of her body, but the result is not pretty. With a rather pathetic sound, the ball lands flat in the sand. Erika looks unimpressed.

"What?? I didn't expect you to PASS." scoffs the shortstack in her defense. Erika squints confused.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"I dunno, that's like, tactical and shit. Ain't that above our level?"

"No, Denise, it's not. The idea is that one of us receives the serve, pass it to the other who gives it back for a spike." explains Erika and picks up the ball off the ground.

"Okay, well, how was I supposed to know that?" Denise, already frustrated, counters. You might have a chance here, after all.

"Haha, this gon' be good!" cackles Zoey, evidently thinking the same.

"This is basic stuff, Denise." says Erika and walks back for a serve of her own.

"Ugh, whatever. Next point is ours." declares Denise and gets into position. Then comes Erika's serve. It's fast and precise, heading right for the middle. However, Zoey's agility enables to dive for it in time. However however, she utterly punches the ball from below, sending it flying god knows where. The thing is, it's so high up in the air that you might be able to get there in time. Therefore, you hurry through the sand, outside the actual court area, and even past a few towels with people, chasing the damn ball. You're so far in the back though that you really have to put power into hitting the ball. With a big swing, you hope for the best and slam the ball back towards the net. It doesn't quite reach it, but the fact that you even got it somewhat close is impressive. Luckily, Zoey is on her feet again and manages to receive your 'pass' and bump it over the net. Due to the clumsiness of the entire play, the resulting shot is pretty weak and showing absolutely no mercy, Erika straight up spikes it back and down into the sand.

You're kneeling in the sand, several feet away from the actual court, watching the ball nestled in the sand and your opponents high-fiving. So much effort for nothing. Zoey, too, stands there with her hands on her hips and her expression can pretty much be translated to 'well, shit'.

"You're up." Erika calls over and somehow her deadpan delivery is even more provocative than a smug taunt would have been. Speaking of-

"You suuuck!" comes from Denise, grinning widely as if she had anything to do with the point her team just scored.

"Babe, come here." Zoey calls and waves you over. As you come closer, she lowers her voice and adds: "Alright, this ain't gonna work. We gotta think of something."

"I'm open to ideas." you whisper back and shake some sand out of your hair.

"Aight, look: Erika's a beast, so she's like a 10. But Denise ain't a 0."

"Great, so she's a what? A 2?"

"A minus 2." says Zoey and puts both her hands on your shoulders. "Not only will she not be helpful for her, if we play right, she'll be in the way."

"So you wanna target her." you conclude and Zoey nods. "Zoey, we can thank the stars when we even manage to get the damn ball over the net. How do you expect precision like that?"

"Pff, have a lil' faith, princess." grins the futa and squeezes your shoulder. "I'll fuck you if we win, okay?" she adds and the sudden shift catches you a bit off guard.

"As if your horny ass wouldn't otherwise." you counter with a chuckle.

"Well, even more then, whatever." Zoey shrugs and picks up the ball. Without another the word, she gets into position and tosses the ball up. Then she jumps up to spike it and honestly, that's view in and of itself. After her earlier dive, there's still some sand left on her abs and arms, only highlighted by the sunlight. Her cap throws a shadow on to her face, masking her look of determination. Due to her jumping motion, however, something else catches your eye: that very specific, swinging bulge in her swimming trunks. Woah, homegirl got a lil' excited, huh. And shit, homegirl is getting you excited too!

It's maybe not even a second but for that brief moment as she jumps, you're lost in what you see. In the bright sunlight, looking up at the ball, one of her muscular, tattooed arms raised and reaching back, almost as if striking a pose. The icing on the cake is twofold: the sunlight on her fantastic abs and the subtle tent in her trunks. What a fucking view.

With a loud whack, she hits the volleyball and contrary to her practice shot earlier, she sends it flying over the net this time. It's about to land roughly in the middle of the other court, but Erika swiftly moves over and bumps the ball. Denise reacts quite overwhelmed but manages to keep it up. It's a sloppy and wobbly hit and thus far from an ideal assist, so while Erika manages to send it back over to your side, it's not the most dangerous of shots. Therefore, you quickly run forward and set up a bump. Now, you might have intended this to be set up pass for a nice, easy return. Your actual touch, however, accidentally sends it way closer to the net than intended, BUT that just so happens to give Zoey the perfect opportunity for a spike. She notices this too and charges forward. With all her overflowing athleticism, she takes off and swings her arm. This bitch might lack finesse and technique, but those things can be quite secondary when all she has to do is slam the damn ball down - and slam she does.

Her slap echoes through the air and the ball shoots straight into the ground. Yeah, not even a pro like Erika can save a spike like that, let alone Denise who kinda just jumps up with a small shriek.

"Whoo!" you cheer and clap for your girlfriend.

"Haha, hell yeah!" she laughs and flexes both arms. You make damn sure to make a mental snapshot of that because hooo boy... has it gotten hot in here? Or, like, out here, because, well, you're outside. And not- uhh, whatever. Damn.

"Nice assist, Ronya." Erika praises you calmly and picks the ball up. You can't read wether she knows that wasn't really on purpose or not, but you're certainly won't tell her.

"Heh, yeah... thanks." you say and try to calm yourself. This is not the time for horny, Ronya!

"Well, let's play for real now then." announces Erika and prepares her serve. Oh, it's on.