Come along...? Miss. Stick around.

"Hey Mona," you say, "Shall we move the evening along? We can go some place quieter and all get better acquainted."

"Oh, now where's he want us to go?" Tara asked, a hand on her hip. "A couple minutes ago he was gonna take us skinny-dipping by sneaking us into somewhere he works as a pool boy."

"Joe," Mona says, shaking her head.

"Well, he did say I could come by while he was on vacation," you say.

"I just got here," Mona says. "Give me a chance to catch my breath."

Mona claims your Coke and sips it as she chats with the girls you're trying to hook up with. Tara, brunette, slim, athletic, maybe Eurasian in looks. Jennifer, a tall blonde edition of the classic volleyball chick. Kath, with her solid soccer-player's build and a pair of shorts that keep riding down in back. Luna, the dreamy one. And Fairouzeh, a dark-eyed beauty with wavy black hair, better dressed, better made-up, with better jewelry than the others. but an active build, and part of the volleyball side that beat you, Kath, and Luna. You would have figured golf or tennis was her sport. Maybe she's a foreign student or daughter of an upper-class emigré family. And her hands felt delightful on your cock before the miniature golf game, though not as warm and intense as Tara's touch.

After a few minutes of talking, Mona looks back at you with a puzzled expression on her face. It looks like she's trying to frame a question.

You say, "Hey Mona, want to dance? The DJ said the next one was a slow number."

She shrugs and nods.

Pulling her out far enough on the dance floor till you were out of easy hearing of the girls at the table, you set up a slow dance with Mona. She whispers questions at you and you confirm all the crazy things that happened with the miniature golf game. How you had to play shirtless, but when you made a game of stripping of your shirt slowly, it ended up with them begging you to show them what was in your shorts too and let them touch and stroke your cock. And how you had to play without being able to fit back into your shorts. And how Tara mooned you to throw off your final tee shot.

"Wild," Mona says. "But at the rate you're going, maybe Tara and Jennifer'll talk each other into ditching you by the roadside and making you walk home just for fun."

"Oh, no way," you say. You lean closer. "Tara and Jennifer couldn't wait to touch me. All of them. Well, except Kath."

Mona laughs. "I kinda figured," she says.

The music changes to a fast beat and Mona leads you back to the table.

"Hey Joe, how bout a game or two of bowling?" Kath asks.

"Any other night, I'd say yes," you say, "But I hurt my chest at work. It wasn't too bad with miniature golf, but after all that digging and jumping for sand volleyball, I don't think I should be throwing bowling balls around."

What's your next move?