Back out for some sun and sand

“Hey, do you guys mind if we squeeze in here?”

You were laying out on your towel next to Gemma and Sabrina, all happily sunning yourselves quietly. Corey and Victoria had gone for a walk, but Ollie and Brent were with you doing the same thing as you.

The speaker, once you closed one eye against the bright sun to actually be able to see him, was a tall and lanky sort of guy with a curly mop of hair and two friends with him. They looked to be about the same age or a year or two younger, but definitely in college as well.

“Sure,” Sabrina said, gesturing to the slim open space next to her and Ollie. The two of them had been talking quietly before then. “Pop a squat. Just don’t block our sun.”

“Hey, I wouldn’t sare block you from your vitamin D,” the guy joked.

You rolled your eyes as Gemma snorted softly.

Sabrina, having the mind of a fourteen-year-old boy when she was relaxed, gave the weak joke a chuckle.

The guys quickly laid out their towels and cracked open the little cooler they’d brought, and you had to admit the snap-hiss of their beer's opening was tempting.

“God, I could do for a Bramble right now,” Gemma mumbled and turned over from her front to her back.

“Want to go for a walk?” you offered. “We could probably find a bar and grab a drink.”

“In a bit,” Gemma said. “I need to even out my front here or I’ll be two-toned front and back.”

The guys continued to banter a little with Sabrina and Brent, who immediately recognized fellow jock-types and did the sports guy social dance of finding out who cheered for what team. You did notice that the two friends were distracted from the main conversation frequently by the sights of your group - Gemma’s cleavage was in view now, and Ollie was laying on her back as well. The mop-headed guy had clearly set his sights on Sabrina.

And to be honest, you didn’t give a shit.

Sabrina loved you. And, in the case of potential cheating, you also knew she absolutely worshipped your cock. You had absolutely nothing to worry about, and as you passively listened to the flirting going on you could tell that she was having fun with the guy in more of a ‘you just don’t know what I know’ sort of way than that he had any chance.

Paul and Edgar finally got back from their journey down the main street, returning to you with a couple of two-litre bottles of cola, a bottle in a brown paper bag, and a sleeve of red solo cups. You noticed Edgar checking out Gemma quickly, but you couldn’t really blame him for that. You were checking her out every chance you got as well. Brent offered introductions that you didn’t really pay attention to, and soon Paul and Edgar were doing a poor job of surreptitiously pouring Jack and Cokes for everyone.

Not that they were spilling it or anything. They were just bad at hiding it.

Thankfully it didn’t seem like the local PD was out looking for open alcohol on the Friday of July 4th weekend, so there weren’t any problems over the mixed drinks or the other guys' beer.

You accepted your first drink and took a sip from the cup and had to cough softly and blink.

“That’s a little strong, don’t you think?” you asked Paul, who had handed it to you.

“I dunno, dude,” he said. “I’m pouring from giant bottles here. Don’t at me.”

It didn’t help that the drink was also warm. You managed to down it, and then Gemma was passing you half of hers so you had to down that as well.

Corey and Victoria returned to the group, welcomed by the same warm Jack and Cokes, and you noticed the other guys' eyes immediately track on to Victoria as the ‘fresh meat,’ but when they quickly realized she was very much taken their eyes wandered back to Gemma and Ollie.

“I’m going to hit the water,” you said, mostly to your girlfriends but also to no one in particular.

“I’ll come with you,” Ollie said, getting up.

“Don’t be too long,” Gemma said, patting your leg as you stood up. “We should head back soon. We still need to do groceries.”

“Sounds good,” you said.

Soon you and Ollie were down at the edge of the water and you sighed as the first wave climbed up over your ankles and you waded deeper.

“Oh, that’s good,” Ollie agreed with you and let out a sigh. “God, that was an awful drink.”

“Right?” you laughed. “Paul is no longer allowed to mix drinks this weekend.”

“Maybe he did it on purpose,” Ollie smirked. “Weaponized incompetence.”

“Not his move,” you shook your head. “He’s just a lightweight and doesn’t know a good drink from a bad one.”

“Fair,” Ollie grinned. The two of you had waded into the ocean up to her waist, which due to her shorter stature meant your balls and cock were getting dunked by the rise and fall of the waves. The cool water felt fucking great. “So, anyways, two girlfriends huh?”

“Not you too,” you laughed.

“Oh, I’m not gonna say the same thing as the guys,” Ollie said. Then she punched you in the arm. “You find two bisexual hotties and you don’t save me one, you cunt?”

That made you laugh harder as you raised your hands to block her further two punches.

“There, that’s out of my system,” Ollie laughed with you.

“That wasn’t that much different from the boys,” you chuckled.

“Whatever,” Ollie said, waving her hand dismissively. “Seriously, I can’t believe you hooked up with Sabrina randomly. And Gemma - God, you really are a lucky fuck, you know that?”

“I absolutely know that,” you said. “But seriously, other than the fact that they are both hot…”

“What do I think of them?” Ollie asked.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “I mean, no offence but whatever you say I’m still going to be in love with them, but I don’t care what Brent or Paul think. You and Corey are a lot better judges of character than them.”

Ollie smiled a lot softer now and shook her head at you. “John, you big softy,” she said, giving you a playful shove on the hip. “So far they are both pretty great. Both of them are making an effort, and both of them are funny and engaged in conversation. Obviously, they’re both smart. I mean, they might be a little emotionally delayed if they fell in love with you, buuuut…”

“Harr harr,” you smirked at your friend.

“They’re great, John,” Ollie assured you. “Now don’t fuck it up.”

“Trying my best, Ollie,” you said. “I’m trying my best.”

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