Beach of a Conversation

“Look over there!”

You looked, like a fool, and Ollie smacked her hand down in a crack on the back of your shoulder. With a groan you rolled over, wincing at the sharp pain as you lowered your sunglasses.

“Thanks,” you said.

“Serves you right for almost falling asleep,” Ollie chuckled. She took a sip from her water bottle - the one she’d filled with the second round of mimosas that she’d made before you all left - and sighed loudly as she settled in cross-legged next to you on her towel. Sabrina and Gemma had gone for a walk with Corey and Victoria, your two girlfriends holding hands as they went with the couple, and Brent and Paul had run down to the water again since Edgar had finally shown up. They guys and Ollie had razzed him about hooking up with his ‘local virgin girl’ in the basement and Edgar had spun a dirty retelling of how tight she’d been, etc. etc. You didn’t have the heart to tell him he’d slept with a girl a year younger than him with probably double, or even triple, the body count he did.

Ollie had gone off to the public restrooms, and she’d caught you accidentally starting to doze off in the heat when she’d come back.

“Alright,” she sighed. “So.”

“So?” you asked, sitting up and reaching for the sunscreen, starting to slather another layer on yourself.

“So,” Ollie nodded. “You’re dating two women who are way out of your league. They are both pretty fantastic, they are both totally smitten with you, and even though you guys tried to keep quiet last night I could still hear enough that I know they’re pretty happy with you in bed. So, what the fuck happened?”

“I… don’t know?” you said. “You already heard how we met.”

“Yeah, but how did you go from my buddy John to ‘Relationship Sex God’ John?” Ollie said, then she put on a ridiculous British brogue. “Are ye a wizard, Johnnie?”

“No, I’m not a wizard,” you chuckled.

“Any magic involved? Voodoo? Genies and three wishes?”

“Nope.”

“Mind control? Did you hypnotize them, or reprogram their brains? Wack science pheromones?”

“I’m starting to get a little insulted.”

“Blackmail? A relationship app? Aliens? A bet gone wrong, but oh so right? Truth or dare?”

“Where are you getting these ideas?” you chuckled.

“Porn, mostly,” Ollie laughed and shrugged. A middle-aged woman walking by on the beach looked over at her, scowling openly. “What?” Ollie said loudly. “I watch porn. I read porn. I flick my bean to porn. Get over it and stop listening in on people’s conversations.”

The woman scowled harder and stormed away.

“Jesus,” you laughed.

“Oh, she had it coming,” Ollie smirked. “But seriously, John. This is me checking in on you for the last time this weekend. Are you good? Is everything OK? Are you kidnapped by soul-sucking vampire chicks and need to be rescued?”

“If they were vampires, why are we at the beach?” you pointed out.

“Fair,” Ollie said.

“Yes, I’m fine,” you said.”No, correction. I’m fucking great, Ollie. I’m in love with them, and they are in love with me. And the roadblocks ahead of us are things we can manage, and plan for. And the things we can’t plan for we can handle together.”

“And you’re not sacrificing your future, right?” Ollie asked. “Like, you’re not simping out and going to work them through law school or something.”

“We’re all going together,” you said. “We’re a team. A tripod. We’ll all support each other, and get where we all want to be.”

“OK,” Ollie said and sighed, raising her sunglasses. “One last question then.”

“What’s that?”

“Where can I find two hotties like them?”

You snorted and shook your head, leaning back down to lay on your towel. “You find attractive girls to hook up with all the time. You just never let it become more than a quick hook-up.”

“That’s because I don’t want to be tied down,” Ollie grunted, laying down beside you.

“Then you’re not looking for women like mine,” you said. “Because mine want a relationship. We’re more than just sex.”

“Asshole,” Ollie sighed.

“What did I say?”

“Smart things.”

“So ‘asshole’ is like ‘killer’ now? It’s a good thing?”

“Cockweed.”

“I don’t even know what that would be.”

“Shut up, John.”

“I’m going to live with Sabrina next year,” you said.

“I figured,” Ollie shrugged.

“I need to tell the guys.”

“So tell them.”

“I’m a little worried they’ll be mad,” you admitted. “We’ve lived together for three years between the dorms and sophomore and junior years.”

“So?” Ollie asked. “They can see you’re in love too, dumbass. They’ll get over it and find someone else. Maybe a friend of Edgar.”

“I doubt that makes things better,” you said. “And I thought I was saying smart things, how can I be a dumbass?”

“God, I could punch you.”

“Hey, Ollie?”

“I swear to Christ, John, if you say something stupid I’m going to kick sand all over you.”

You just grinned and soaked up the sun.

The guys came back first, dripping water and causing a ruckus as they grabbed their towels to dry off. The girls and Corey came back next, and you and Ollie joined them in heading down to the water to splash around a bit. The beach was filling up again as the heat settled down onto the coastal town, another scorcher, and trudging back up the beach to the towels was a process of weaving around dozens of families.

Once you were there the group traded plans. Edgar had a lunch date planned with his ‘local girl,’ which had Brent, Paul and Ollie joking about being careful he wasn’t getting caught up in a shotgun wedding for deflowering her. That had you, Sabrina and Gemma smirking and trying not to say anything. Corey and Victoria were going to try a Vegan restaurant for lunch that was off the beaten path, and Brent, Paul and Ollie decided to stalk Edgar and catch lunch wherever his ‘date’ was to snoop.

That gave you, Gemma and Sabrina a perfect out to head back to the rental house for lunch.

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