Dinner and storytime

After a few hours of playing, chatting and generally having a nice time together, the seven friends were eventually reminded of the weather getting increasingly worse outside as a bright flash of lightning illuminated the sky - and was followed by a loud crack of thunder.

While the weather didn't really put a dent in their mood, it did remind them however about fixing some early dinner before they risked losing all electricity to one of those thunderbolts. This time it was Heather and Victoria who offered to fix the food, although they were joined by Gavin in the kitchen, as he was still feeling bad about leaving the blonde with all the dishes after lunch.

"Thanks Gavin!" Heather smiled at him when he offered to help, though she'd actually wished for a little time alone with Vicky for once. At last it seemed like they'd found something interesting to talk about together, and she really enjoyed the other girl's reaction to hearing about her own adventures in bed.

But then she realized that Gavin was an even better storyteller than herself, and suddenly she wondered if this could be a good way to give him a little more to write about. Somehow she'd really look forwards to reading his own interpretation of one of her real-life adventures, rather than just loosely using her person as a base for one of his characters.

"Well, I was on a date this one time with a guy..." She soon continued her previous discussion with Victoria - just barely loud enough for Gavin to hear them -, while the two of them stood by the counter and put the guy to work by the table behind them. Of course her blonde friend wasn't quite so comfortable with someone possibly overhearing their conversation, but soon she seemed to have forgotten completely about Gavin while she listened breathlessly to yet another of Heather's little stories...

The dinner was ready about half an hour later, and the others were truly happy for having the food served directly to the table. It seemed like they'd continued playing for a while, but eventually given up when there was only four of them left, and instead they'd returned to just talking and sharing a couple of jokes and stories again.

"...and then suddenly this old couple showed up out of nowhere...!" Brandon was currently describing the same incident that he'd been telling Vicky about earlier, and both Zack and Chloe were laughing out loud to the image of their friends getting caught in the middle of the act on a supposedly empty little beach.

"Did I ever hear about this...?" Heather asked them as she settled down in her couch again, and was slightly surprised to see even Vicky seeming to recognize the story. "Why were you out by the lake in the first place...?"

"Well, it seems like Brandon has this kind of fetish for swimsuits..." Chloe was the one to fill her in on the start of the story - despite of Brandon's immediate attempts to defend himself -, though she could barely continue due to almost falling over with laughter. Quite obviously all the beer was getting to everyone's heads already...

"The thing is..." Ashley took over after Chloe - even as she too had serious difficulties to keep from laughing at something that she'd previously considered one of the most private and embarrassing moments of her life. "We kinda like being all to ourselves every now and then, so I can wear that swimsuit of mine without any strangers staring at me..."

"I bet these ones certainly did, though...?" Heather smiled at them as she was starting to catch up with the story, and found she wanted to hear all the details. Apparently there was some other people here that had a little misadventure to share after all, and not just herself. "So what were you doing, more exactly...? And what did you say to this elder couple...?"

"Ashley didn't say a word!" Brandon grinned at her, but was slapped by his girlfriend on the shoulder as he'd apparently not been doing much better himself. "Well, anyway... She ran for the woods as fast as her legs could carry her, while I had to stop and pull up my trunks before I could even try and follow!"

"But wasn't she wearing a swimsuit...?" Heather continued to ask them - teasing them into giving her all the tasty little details -, and enjoyed how they all kept laughing in a mix of embarrassment and delight. This was truly what made a good erotic story worthy to hear about. "So what were you doing exactly, with your trunks around your feet...?"

Now the technical part may not have been quite so amusing, if it wasn't for Brandon's quite awkward attempts of explaining, and his girlfriend's constant attempts at either correcting him or simply trying to make him shut up. The morale of the story however, seemed to be that one shouldn't try and make love on a public beach just because it was empty at the moment. And that it was definitively better to wear a swimsuit with a string bottom for being discrete, rather than needing to drop your trunks all the way to your feet...

It seemed to become a very educational evening for most involved, and there should still be a lot of time before everyone got tired and needed their sleep...