Hangin' Out in the Sand

You and Corey hung out for about half an hour after spreading suntan lotion on yourselves, just taking in the sun and chatting. He was spending his summer interning at a non-profit he volunteered at during the school year working with underprivileged kids, which meant he’d been spending a lot of hours with grade schoolers who had a ton of energy and not a lot of sense. He was tired constantly, crashed hard when he got home, and had barely been out at all.

“But you love it,” you said with a grin.

“Yeah, I do,” Corey laughed. “I mean, they are insane little munchkins, but I really do.”

“Is Victoria good with things being quiet on the relationship front?” you asked.

“Is she good?” Corey asked. “Dude, she prefers it. She gets to my place before I do, and pretty much every night I walk in to her cooking dinner for us. Honestly, she’s going full wifey mode and It’s so fucking nice.”

“I’m happy for you, dude,” you said, offering him a fist bump.

“Are things looking domestic at all with you and your girls?” Corey asked.

“Sort of,” you chuckled. “Sabrina and I take care of most of the cooking, and Gemma is a bit more of a cleaner, but we aren’t actually living together yet.”

“Yet?” Corey asked.

That made you grimace a little. “I need to tell Paul and Brent that I’ll be moving in with Sabrina this year. Gemma is heading back to Australia, but we’re going to try to all get into the same law school so we can be together.”

“Well, good luck on the law school front,” Corey said. “But I don’t know how Paul and Brent will take you leaving them with Edgar.”

“He’s Paul’s brother,” you pointed out. “And it’s not like I won’t go hang out or anything.”

“They’ll still need to find a new roommate,” Corey said. “And that probably means one of Edgar’s other friends.”

You had to just sigh and decide that wasn’t your problem. If Paul or Brent had gotten serious with a girl you would have been annoyed too, but you would accept it. Then again, if they’d come to you a month after getting with a girl to say they were moving in you probably would have been skeptical too.

But Sabrina was different. Gemma was different.

You and Corey switched topics, and a few minutes later the boys came hopping back up the beach, their bare feet on the hot sand making them dance a little until they got to the towels.

“Why didn’t you guys come for a dip?” Brent asked as he stood on his towel and did a little dog-shake, spraying water and making you wince away and grunt before shoving his leg.

“We were watching our stuff,” you said.

“Well, where did the girls go?” Edgar asked. “They could have done that.”

You and Corey traded looks and shook your heads in mutual understanding. “Eddie, you have no clue about having a girlfriend,” Corey said.

That devolved into some teasing as the guys declared that Corey was no longer the relationship guru of the group and that you should run a boot camp for them on how to get a girl. Then Edgar, caught up in wanting to seem like he could be a player, mentioned how he could pick up one of the girls they’d seen down the beach a little. Soon bets were being made, and Brent went with him as a witness since Edgar claimed Paul’s height would take away from him even if Paul was the ugly brother. That comment started a wrestling match between the two with lots of laughs, and Edgar took Paul down to the sand but Paul got the back of Edgar’s trunks in his fist and yanked them up into a wedgie.

The brothers called a truce, and Edgar had to fix his tight curly hair with a pick for a minute before he declared himself ready to go.

You got up to stretch and were thinking about taking a run down to the water quickly when a glorious sight appeared down the beach. It was bright, the sun making you squint a little even with sunglasses on, and there was a slight heat shimmer farther down the beach. That just gave a trippy, cinematic landscape behind Gemma, Sabrina, Ollie and Victoria coming back from their walk.

Gemma and Sabrina looked hot in their swimsuits. Gemma had her sunglasses up top of her head and her cleavage looked fantastic in the little boob-window of her suit. Sabrina’s sunglasses were down and she had that bright smile of hers that you could see even from fifty yards away. Ollie had her own swathe of cleavage showing, her warm, dark skin shimmering in the sun so much that you wondered if she had used some sort of a glitter lotion that morning. She was just a hair shorter than Sabrina, but curvy, so her swaggering steps screamed voluptuous even while her piercings said fierce.

Then there was Victoria.

“The girls are coming back,” you said. “Corey, I hope you take this the way I mean it - your girlfriend could star in a Baywatch series.”

“Thanks,” he laughed, standing up to see where you were looking.

The only thing missing from Victoria being a walking wet dream in that swimsuit was her running in slow motion.

“Hey, baby,” Sabrina said, jogging the last dozen yards after the girls squeezed past a few other groups of people. She jumped into your arms and kissed you with just a little tongue as she smiled widely.

You spun her around once and set her down, and she quickly stepped aside so that Gemma could step into your arms. “Hi, love,” Gemma said, wrapping her arms around your neck as you kissed her, slower but a little deeper and with a bit more tongue. You couldn’t help yourself and you palmed her cheeks, making her humm a laugh against your lips.

“Hey, babe,” Victoria said, going to Corey and hugging him before giving him a peck on the lips. Her shy nature meant she wasn’t much for PDA, and the peck was almost surprising to see out of her. Usually she was hugs and handholding only unless it was late after a night of drinking.

Paul, who had also stood up as the girls arrived, looked to Ollie. “Hey, sugarbear,” he said, opening his arms and pursing his lips.

Ollie laughed and lunged forward, flicking Paul’s crotch hard enough to make him gulp air and go down to one knee.

“OK, yeah, I deserved that,” he half chuckled as he tried to catch his breath. Then he looked up at Ollie again who looked a little guilty for getting him as good as she had. “Want to kiss it better?”

The laughs from the rest of you almost drowned out the scoff from Ollie.

Almost.

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