Waterpark, Part 1

“God. Damn,” you said, and you imagined you heard it from about two dozen other men within fifty yards.

The rest of breakfast was… chilly. Neither of the girls had said a whole lot, andEmma had mumbled a thank-you for buying her food. Once you’d eaten Sabrina ushered you into the bedroom and that was when you’d found out that your early morning was because you were literally leaving now to meet up with the ladies and head out to be there before the morning rush. Sabrina had ordered you an Uber that would pick up all three of you and bring you out there. That had led to you arguing about the unneeded expense - you could at least bus to one of their places to cut a stop. But no, Sabrina wanted to treat you and ‘her girls’ so you were getting shuttled around the city.

A backpack, your swim trunks, a towel and the last-minute addition of a bottle of sunscreen and you were out the door.

And of course, Sabrina had booked an UberXL, the driver looking mildly amused as you climbed into the back of the sleek Suburban.

Tasha had been the next on the route, and she came strolling out of her building wearing flip-flops, daisy dukes and a crop top along with a little knapsack of her own. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a cute ponytail and she pushed her sunglasses up on top of her head as you got out to help her in. She’d planted a scorching kiss on you, her tongue trying to taste your tonsils for a moment, before climbing in.

Becks was last, but certainly not least. She was waiting outside of her building, tapping on her phone as she ignored the passing folks who were giving her glances. Her long, dark hair was pulled back into a thick braid and she was wearing a pair of oversized sunglasses that almost made her look like a tanned Kardashian. She was wearing a loose and flowy skirt that looked more like a wrap, one sleek leg glimpsed through a folded part, and her knit halter top showed the fact that she was wearing a bright red bikini top underneath. Her beach bag was hanging from one arm. When the driver pulled up you got out again, and after quick ‘good mornings’ you were ****-fed another tongue as Becks leaned into you with her full body as she kissed you.

The driver was no longer slightly amused - he was stunned.

The ride out to the waterpark was nice enough, though the three of you had to choose your words and choice of topics more carefully than usual since the driver was right there to hear sordid details. Tasha hadn’t heard anything through the grapevine about Mosche after you’d both left the club so Iris might have kept things quiet. Becks hadn’t heard anything more from the Joy side of things, which reminded you that you needed to tell her the details about Eric’s mystical meeting. You updated them on Gemma, though they’d both been messaging her through WhatsApp like you and Sabrina so it wasn’t like you had any big news.

‘Miss the morning rush’ might have been Sabrina’s goal, but it didn’t work - the parking lot was already half full and there was an almost fifteen-minute line to get in. You thought about sending Sabrina a picture of the line to tease her but decided today probably wasn’t the day to do that. Still, it wasn’t like you were in bad company, and you and the girls just kept chatting until you finally got to the front. After you’d paid, wowing the teenaged cashier as he watched with big eyes while Tasha and Becks both kissed you to say thanks, you headed into the park and went and found a spot to set up.

That was when the ‘God. Damn.’ happened as two smokin’ hot babes started to peel off their clothes to reveal their bikinis.

Now, to be fair, Tasha and Becks weren’t the only attractive women at the waterpark. You’d spotted a few hot, young moms ushering kids around, sometimes with obvious partners and sometimes not. There was a group of questionably teenage or college-age people gathered maybe thirty yards away from where the three of you set up. You even saw an older woman, maybe in her fifties, who was rocking a one-piece like she was a model.

Still, though, Tasha and Becks knew what they were doing, and they seemed to want to make a little bit of a scene. Whether they decided to do it themselves or because Sabrina put them up to it, you couldn’t be sure. Tasha peeled off her crop top, revealing a bright red bikini top cupping her perfect breasts, a golden ring fastening the front together - it looked just a little too small in her, meaning that her bust wasn’t quite spilling out the top. Becks, meanwhile, undid the wrap around her waist and revealed the red bikini bottoms that were low on her hips and only covered half of her ass.

Then they swapped, and Becks was pulling her halter top off with both hands, her cleavage pressing together and bouncing as she worked it over her head. It wasn’t the same bikini as Tasha was wearing, but the colour matched almost exactly so you knew they must have planned it. Tasha, meanwhile, smirked at you playfully as she playfully ran her fingers inside the waistband of her jean short-shorts before starting to slide them off… while bending forward at the waist, making sure you had the best possible angle to watch her ass.

That’s when you said, “God. Damn.”

She laughed, letting the shorts fall to the ground and then standing, kicking them up into her hands with her feet. “So, having fun yet, John?” she asked brightly.

“Oh, he’s having fun,” Becks said, carefully folding her clothes and then giving you a look before turning and bending at the waist as well to put them in her beach bag.

“They might need to ask if there’s a doctor on premises,” you said. “You two are going to cause some heart attacks today.”

Tasha rolled her eyes and smiled broadly, slipping towards you and sliding a hand around your waist, her bikini-clad breast pressing to the side of your chest. “Kiss me,” she said, and you did. When you pulled away she sighed happily. “It’s fun, getting to just demand that whenever I want it.”

“You don’t have to be with him when you can’t demand it even though you want to,” Becks said with a smirk, having stood back up. “Seeing those three every morning and not being able to- Jesus,” she laughed, shaking her head. “I wouldn’t have ever thought I’d be annoyed that I couldn’t kiss someone at work.”

“Well, my lips are free for use at all times for you two,” you promised.

“Do we get to choose where they get put to use?” Tasha asked with a dirty smile.

“Maybe not while we’re in public,” you chuckled.

“You say that now…” Becks teased with a grin.

Well, at least you thought she was just teasing.

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