Dinner

As the sun started to get closer to the horizon, Robert and I went back up to the house to cook dinner. Barbecue chicken was on the menu for the night and we quickly had fresh drinks and the grill roaring.

"Man that was wild today," Robert said. I looked at him inquisitively though I quickly realized he could have been referencing a handful of different things. "You got your hands on Lauren's brand new boobies! How did they feel? They look great."

"They felt nice from what I could tell. Not too firm. A good shape to them."

"I can't believe you didn't just grab them and give them a squeeze."

"Believe me, I wanted to," I laughed. "What about you? Lisa? I mean..."

"Yea, that was something else," Robert said. "She really knows how to flaunt what she's got."

"And she's got a lot." We both chuckled and clinked our beer cans together. "I was surprised that Ariel was so quick to let Chris rub her up. Usually she'd have protested."

"Yea, she's been more open to that stuff lately," Robert replied.

"What do you mean?" I asked, surprised by the response.

"We just, uh, are more open to, you know, like, the two of us with other people, I guess. Since our trip to Cancún." Robert was stammering which was very unlike him.

"What happened in Cancún?" I asked.

"Nothing," Robert replied quickly.

I gave him a look that said, "I know you're hiding something and I'm intrigued but, if you want to drop it, we can drop it."

"I don't know, I'm just talking out of my ass," he said. He clearly regretted bringing it up. It wasn't worth pressing him. At least not now.

We finished cooking right as everyone started migrating back from the beach. I covered the chicken in tin foil and made sure the grill was turned off then headed down to our room to shower. When I got there, much to my delight, Chelsea was already in the shower.

"Hey, there," I said as I slipped in with her. The shower was small, a typical tub/shower combo and it was certainly cramped. I didn't mind though.

"Washing off all that sunscreen Liam applied," I said. Chelsea grinned and looked away.

"Will you stop poking me with that thing," she said, slapping my quickly growing boner away from her.

"It's tight in here," I said. "If you want it to stop poking you, we might have to do something that will... you know, get it to go down."

"I think it's a little tight in here for sex," Chelsea said. "But... maybe I could find a way to take care of it." I gasped as she wrapped her fingers around my shaft. Slowly, she began stroking as the warm water from the shower head rained down on us. She kissed my neck then my ear. "Are you sure this is just because of me?"

I opened my mouth to answer but nothing came out. What was I supposed to say? No? Luckily Chelsea didn't seem to want an answer.

"It's OK," she said with a grin as she dropped to her knees. The water beat down on her head, matting her hair to her face. She looked up at me as she took my cock in her mouth. She took me deep, her lips sliding all the way down my shaft until my head hit the back of her throat.

"Oh, fuck, Chels," I groaned. She moaned in response, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure through my entire body.

God, I love shower blowjobs, I thought as she began bobbing her head. The warm wetness of her mouth combined with the warm wetness of the shower was an unbelievable combination. She looked up at me again, her eyes locked on mine as she continued to work her magic. She took her time, working slow, deliberate strokes but I could feel the pressure quickly building in my groin.

"Oh, Chels," I groaned, fighting a losing battle with my balls. "Oh, fuck, Chels. I'm so close baby, oh fuck, oh, I'm gonna cum, baby, oh fuck oh yea." With one last groan, I exploded in her mouth. She moaned again, then swallowed everything I had to offer, the suction of her swallows pulling every last drop I had. I shuddered as she pulled me from her mouth and stood up.

"That was quick," she commented. "Somebody got real worked up staring at all the hot girls in their bikinis today. Maybe rubbing lotion all over Lauren's boobs got you a little too excited."

"Can you blame me?" I asked.

"I suppose not," Chelsea replied.

"Don't act like you didn't enjoy Liam doing the same to you. I noticed you eyeing him up all afternoon as well." Chelsea looked down in embarrassment.

"Things got a bit carried away today, huh?" she said as we began washing each other off.

"I feel like things have been extra... sexual so far. Like even more than normal." Chelsea agreed. "Get this," I said. "I was talking to Robert when we were barbecuing and he sort of implied that he and Ariel have been... I don't know.. maybe, swinging or something?"

"What!?" Chelsea exclaimed. "Robert and Ariel? No way."

"Yea, I don't know. It was weird. I brought up that I was surprised that Ariel was so into having Chris lotion her up and Robert said something like, 'yea, we're more open to other people than just the two of us since Cancún.' I'm not sure what he meant by that, though."

"What?!" Chelsea exclaimed again. "Did you ask him what he meant?"

"No. He seemed like he sort of regretted bringing it up so I just dropped it. Maybe I can bring it up again later and ask him."

"Ariel? Little Miss Perfect Disney Princess? I don't believe it."

"Little Miss Perfect Disney Princess" was what many of our group called Ariel for, well, obvious reasons. Not only would she be the perfect cast for the little mermaid looks-wise, she was relatively honest and wholesome as well, at least in comparison to the rest of us. There was certainly a layer of sarcasm in her annoyance of Robert and his antics but it came from a real place. She was definitely much more reserved than the other girls in terms of what she was comfortable talking about and what she was comfortable showing off.

"Then again, she was certainly getting extra handsy with you during volleyball earlier," Chelsea said, raising her eyebrows.

"Yea, she kept brushing me off," I replied. "I don't know. Maybe she was just being nice?"

"Or maybe she was trying to get all up on you," Chelsea said with a grin.

Dinner went well. Everyone enjoyed the barbecue chicken and we hung around the table long after everyone had finished eating, joking around and catching up more.

"So, what are we doing tonight?" Lauren asked.

"Bonfire, part two," Robert answered quickly.

"Another bonfire?" Lauren asked. "Why don't we do something else, like go for a walk on the beach or do a night swim in the pool?"

"Bon-fi-er," Robert chanted. "Bon-fi-er! Bon-fi-er!" Chris and I joined. Liam looked at Lauren then shrugged and joined in as well.

"BON-FI-ER! BON-FI-ER! BON-FI-ER!"

"OK, OK, fine. We'll do another stupid bonfire."