Bonfire

"Toss me one of the Coral Beach Beers I grabbed at the grocery store," Robert said, holding up his hand like a catcher's mitt. He caught my toss then cracked the beer, eliciting a sharp rush of air then a spray of foam from the opening.

"Robert!" Ariel shouted as the frothy beer spilled out onto her bare feet. He took a long swig, wiped the froth from his lips with the back of his hand, and then held the can out to Ariel with a wide grin on his face. She slapped the bottle away but Robert nudged it back against her lips. She feigned annoyance for a few seconds longer before grabbing the can and chugging the beer completely. The group erupted in applause.

The fire was roaring, drinks were being passed around and, as usual, lots of laughs were being had. The four guys had put in some extra leg work to haul down four of the oversized, wooden Adirondack chairs that were around the pool. They were large enough for two people to snuggle close together on them and we looked around in pride as the girls sat on our laps and enjoyed the comfort of the seats and fire we had provided.

Lisa sat on Chris's lap, her head resting on his shoulder. His hands rested on her waist, occasionally slipping down to give her ass a firm squeeze that would make her giggle. Ariel sat on Robert's lap, their difference in height was exaggerated and Robert made light of it by peaking his head around Ariel to wave at everyone. Lauren sat on Liam's lap, her tank top was replaced with a zip up sweatshirt that was zipped only halfway, showing off her enhanced cleavage. Liam's left hand would occasionally play with the zipper, pulling it up and down, sliding more of Lauren's body in and out of view. And Chelsea sat on mine, her body warm snuggled up cozy to me. Her head rested on my chest and I could feel her breathing, slow and steady, a sign that the day's long drive and the couple of glasses of wine she had with dinner were starting to catch up with her.

The conversation had started with the typical catch-up stuff — jobs, mutual friends, and reminiscing about days in high school or college. As usual, Robert brought up the first time I ever drank which started with me doing shots of Malibu Rum (I was in High School, don't judge me) and ended with me puking up those shots of Malibu Rum in his mother's garden.

"The tomatoes were the reddest they've every been!" he said to uproarious laughter even though all of us had heard the story dozens of times before.

Lauren was quick to bring up the night she got her tattoo. She had told us all that she was going with a friend to get her nails done and instead came back with a large, colorful peacock feather that covered most of her right foot.

"That place was sketchy as fuck," Chelsea said of the tattoo parlor that resided in a back alley off campus.

"Honestly, the tat looks pretty good, though," Liam said. Lauren gave him a kiss.

Eventually Liam asked for the story of how we all met and we spent the next thirty minutes interrupting each other mid-story to the point that Liam was confused as to who went to school with who and when. As I mentioned before, Chelsea met Lisa in 3rd grade. This was about nine years after I had apparently met Chelsea as my dad was good friends with her father growing up. We saw each other a few times a year but didn't hang out much besides that until I developed a crush on her, at which point I began finding excuses to see her more. I was still hesitant to ask her out as I didn't want to make it weird with my family and hers. Eventually Lisa came up to me one day and asked me "when the fuck are you going to ask Chelsea out?" I did and the rest is history. Ariel met Chelsea shortly after that. She started dating Robert later that year and that completed our group for our high school years. Robert and Ariel recently got married, the only two who have so far.

"Do you remember how much fun we had at Ariel and Robert's wedding?"

"I remember somebody having a lot of fun with Robert's cousin, Sal..." Lisa said, glaring at Lauren suggestively.

"Hey, he was hot and I was horny," she said with a shrug.

"Is that why you're with me?" Liam asked with a smirk.

"Well... you're hot. And I'm horny." Lauren kissed Liam with a bit more passion than we were used to seeing. Her tongue pressed into his mouth and found his while the rest of us looked on. I felt Chelsea's hand tighten around my knee.

"Get a room!" Ariel finally shouted. The two broke their liplock and Lauren settled back into Liam's lap. The zipper on her shirt however remained unzipped down to her naval, flashing glimpses of her newly bountiful cleavage through the loosened sweatshirt.

"Shut up, I wanted to watch!" Robert chimed in from behind Ariel. He received another smack on the shoulder and a few of the women calling him a perv.

"Something tells me you wanted to watch too," I whispered in Chelsea's ear. She shot me a disgusted look but, when I didn't back down from the assertion, she relented and elevated her eyebrows in agreement. Her hand slid up my thigh, brushing the leg opening of my shorts up a bit. Slowly she inched her fingers forward while my cock inflated, stretching to meet her fingertips. I bit lightly on her shoulder as the tip of her pinky finger flickered across my boxers, brushing the very tip of my growing erection through the soft cotton.

"Jesus, you two!" Ariel gasped. All of our eyes shot to see what she was fussing about. We were greeted with the sight of Lisa leaning back against Chris, her head twisted so they could make out while her hips grinded aggressively over his crotch. Chris' hands were on Lisa's hips but slid upward until they pressed into the undersides of her breasts. Even in an oversized sweatshirt, Lisa's tits were a hell of a presentation, stretching the thick cotton to its limit. "What is going on here, guys?"

"You guys need to get a room," Lauren shouted, mocking Ariel.

"Maybe you can get a room together," Robert chimed in. Another smack on the shoulder. Everybody followed with an awkward chuckle at the idea of Lisa, Chris, Lauren and Liam having a foursome.

"That actually sounds like a good idea," Lisa said. Robert's face lit up.

"Hell yea!" he chanted.

"I meant for the two of us to get a room," Lisa clarified but then a mischievous smile crossed her face.

"Don't act like you don't want to get it on with me," Lauren joked. "We used to make out all the time."

"The good old days," I joked. This time it was Chelsea smacking me in the arm.

"OK, fine. You can join if you like," Lisa replied. Everyone laughed knowing they were just joking around, though their tone seemed more serious than usual.

"What about Liam," Lauren asked. Lisa eyed him up and down.

"I wouldn't kick him out," she said with a smile.

"Can I come too?" Robert chimed in. "I can just watch. You won't even know I'm there."

"Oh, we wouldn't even know you were there even if you joined in with us," Chris ribbed Robert to everyone's delight.

Lisa and Chris disappeared up the stairs and we went back to recounting the story of how we all met as well as many other semi-related stories. As we did so, we all became increasingly restless. Brief kisses turned into minute-long makeouts which then morphed into hands slowly, not-so-subtly exploring what they could through clothing. Chelsea's fingers inched further and further up my shorts until her palm rested on my hardened shaft. The head of my cock had now poked out from the leg of my boxers, rubbing lightly over her wrist.

"I have to pee," she said, much to my chagrin.

"Go down by the Ocean," Robert suggested. "Pop a squat."

"You just want to watch," Chelsea shot back in feigned annoyance.

"I'll close one eye," Robert joked. Chelsea shook her head and Ariel called him disgusting while Liam and I laughed along.