Beach Trip 15 - Ride Home

Okay, to get this out of the way: There was no threesome. No sex was happening in that tent that night. Some fondling here and there, maybe, but that's about it. Well, you woke up a couple of times and sort of subconsciously nuzzled into someone without knowing who or which body part, but that's it. As much as you yourself advocated for no fucking, you might admittedly be a tiny little bit disappointed.

In the same constellation, the three of you are now sitting in the backseat of the car, on the ride home. Jonas is obviously driving and Denise is on the passanger's seat. Yeah, after the couple's falling out, Erika prefered the cramped space in the back over sitting next to her now ex. It's honestly a miracle that Denise still seems clueless about the whole situation. In any case, you're in the middle this time, in between your taller friend and your stronger girlfriend. It's quiet, safe for the car's engine and whatever game Denise is playing on her Switch. Uncomfortably quiet. Jonas' and Erika's conflict is totally hanging in the air. You had hoped that Denise, still oblivious, would sort of cut the tension with her usual chaotic energy, but as long as she's invested in her game, no such luck. We will have to change that for sure.

"Soooo, Denise..." you eventually speak up, leaning forward. "You, uh, you excited for the new semester?"

Yeah, whatever, try to think of something better. Your mutual major is a perfectly reasonable thing to talk about.

"Hm? Dunno." is her answer, not even bothering to look up. "Not gonna do anything for 90% of it and panic for the rest."

She's honestly so real for that. Still, right now that answer's not helping.

"Oh, it's art stuff, right?" Zoey chimes in from your left. "Was meaning to ask: Is it true y'all are drawing naked people all the time?" she asks because of course she does.

"What? No... not all the time." you clarify, but yeah, that honestly happens more than one would think. Hm, you still haven't shown her the artwork you made of her a couple of weeks back. Maybe that's still for the better.

"Oh but a lot!" Denise perks up, the topic of nudity apparently - and predictably - piqueing her interest. "So we could always use new models, eh?" she grins and turns around to wiggle her eyebrows at Zoey.

"Hah, tits out for a few bucks? Sign me the fuck up." jokes your partner and mirrors the grin. Geez, these two are really a duo.

"Baby, I'm gonna be honest with you." you say and place a hand on her knee. "Your boobs would not be the focus."

"Pff, excuse me?" Zoey scuffs and puts a dramatic hand to her chest. "I will not tolerate boob slander in this vehicle."

"Yeah, no. All the attention would be on that CAWK, haha!" cackles Denise in the front seat.

"Okay, that's fair, haha." Zoey joins in, obviously not taking this all that seriously.

"Okay, but for real now." you chime in, trying to make sure you art students don't come across as just a bunch of perverts. "There's a lot of parts of a body, muscular ones especially, that require precise attention to detail."

"Babe, if you want me to flex for you I can just do that." Zoey jokes but when you roll your eyes in response, she puts an arm around you. "I'm just kidding. I know a ton goes into drawing. Hell, you know how much I suck at it."

"Well, can't have everything." you smirk and lean into her. "You know, it's like in these american teen movies. We're the nerdy bunch and you're one of these jock types, the quanterbacks or however they're called."

"Quarterbacks." Jonas, surprisingly, chimes in to correct, his eyes firmly fixed on the road.

"Wait, so you're saying I'm like a dim-witted beefcake who just wants to go party and get girls?" Zoey questions you.

"...pretty much, yeah. You summed it up." you confirm with a teasing grin.

"Yes! And we're like the shyyyy, artsy introverts, forever unnoticed by the cool guys!" Denise snickers but her calling herself a shy introvert could not be more ironic.

"And what am I then?" Erika finally joins the conversation, having previously followed along in silence.

"Oh, you're like the bookworm type with the big glasses. The straight A student." Denise explains.

"Nah, she's too sporty for that." you argue. "You're just the overall over-achiever."

"Is that even a cliché type?"

"Shut up. Take the compliment." you chuckle and poke her to which she smirks quietly.

"Wait, if I'm the jock..." starts Zoey and tilts her head. "Who's my rich ass, super popular girlfriend who's mean to the main character?"

...good question. Alas, that might just be a type unrepresented in this-

"Jonas, haha!" laughs Denise and taps the driver's shoulder. Oof, this could get awkward.

"..." sounds the uncomfortable silence from the newly single guy. "I would make an excellent mean girlfriend." he eventually mutters and hey - that man has some humor after all.