Breakfast and Beach

The three of you were, somehow, still some of the earliest folks awake in the morning. Victoria was the only other person up and was reading quietly in the living room area as you all came downstairs. Gemma went to sit with her while you and Sabrina hit the kitchen to start whipping up another breakfast for the crew. Everyone else was heading back home that night after dinner, while you, Gemma and Sabrina were using your extra day off of work to stay one more night in the rental.

“Have you mentioned to the boys about living together for the school year?” Sabrina asked you as the two of you worked to whip up a mess of pancakes.

“Shit,” you sighed. “I totally forgot I needed to do that. I’ll take care of it today, baby.”

“Good,” she grinned. “Not that I care if they whine and complain, because you’re mine and Gemma’s, but I’d rather them not be mad at me.”

“They wouldn’t and won’t be,” you assured her. “Corey and Ollie both really like you.”

“Yeah, but Brent and Paul are the ones who you’re going to be leaving to find a new roommate,” Sabrina pointed out.

“They like you too,” you said. “You just happen to be taken, and they are on the hunt for boobs and butts so they aren’t paying as much attention.”

Sabrina grinned and rolled her eyes in a ‘Boys’ sort of expression. Then she softened her look. “Baby, about earlier…”

“Mallory?” you asked.

“No, before that. About us staying together now,” Sabrina said. “I really do want that, but I know it’s not logistically possible.”

“Shhh,” you hushed her, stepping over and wrapping your arms around her. She was wearing one of your hoodies, the only one you’d brought on the trip, and had on workout shorts hidden underneath it. She leaned into you as you wrapped your arms around her. “Maybe not every night,” you said quietly. “But more for sure.”

“Thanks,” she grinned and pursed her lips. You leaned down to kiss her.

The pancakes started to stack up, and you turned the oven on low and started loading them onto a baking tray to keep them warm as you kept flipping and frying. Sabrina took over most of the other work.

“Anything we can do to help?” Victoria asked. You turned and saw that she and Gemma were coming into the kitchen together.

“Pretty simple this morning, Vic,” you said. “Thank you though. How did you sleep?”

“Pretty good,” Victoria said, then blushed for almost no reason. “Thanks for asking. And thanks for hanging out last night, it was fun.”

“Of course,” you said. “Any time.”

“I, for one, am happy that I’ll have you around back during the school year,” Sabrina said, stepping around the kitchen island to hug Victoria. “I mean, Ollie is great, but you are simply lovely.”

“Thanks,” Victoria said, hugging her back with the biggest smile you might have ever seen on her, other than when she was looking at Corey. “Don’t you have a group of friends back there, though?”

“I do, but it’s more like…” Sabrina waved her hand back and forth. “We study together, we go to academic talks, we study some more, occasionally we get together and drink at someone's house and they argue about world issues they only half-understand. I like them, but they’re boring and think they know everything. Having normal, actually interesting friends who like stuff and doing things outside of the internet is important.”

“I promise not to become an internet person,” Victoria chuckled. “And maybe you can come volunteer with me and Corey, get out of the house.”

“I will,” Sabrina promised. “And I’ll even drag John with me.”

“Hey,” you said. “No volun-telling me for things. You know I don’t like people. Or animals. Or plants.”

“Lies,” Gemma declared. “You like all those things. Especially people. Especially these people.” She gestured around at the house.

You smirked. “Caught me,” you said. “I’ll come along without complaining.”

Corey was the next person down, and with him there everyone started to set the table for breakfast as you kept adding to the pile of pancakes. Brent was next, almost stumbling down the stairs as he groaned about his hangover, followed next by Ollie doing the same thing. Paul was last, looking chipper as hell.

Mimosas, strong and with extra fruit floating inside, were quickly prepared by Ollie with Victoria’s help.

“Who’s going to go wake up Edgar?” Ollie asked as she sat down, looking pointedly at Paul.

“Hey, I’m not my brother’s keeper,” Paul said. “Let’s just leave him a plate, if he can’t get his ass up at a reasonable time.”

That’s exactly what you all did, setting aside a plate for him and then universally demolishing the rest of the meal. Not one scrap of food was left other than what was on the plate for Edgar, and even then you caught Paul sneaking one of the breakfast sausages off of it for himself.

Ollie once again rallied the boys to clean the kitchen, and since most of them were leaving that day it had been decided you would all hit the beach in the morning to make the most of the day. Everyone rushed to get changed, and when you all headed out the door Paul left a difficult-to-read note that said ‘Gone Swimming’ for his brother.

You’d contemplated driving the convertible down to the beach since it was a beautiful day, but parking it would be annoying and possibly expensive, so you walked again, and this time your girls stuck with you the entire way instead of trading off to talk with Ollie or Victoria. They both seemed extra… clingy wasn’t the right word. Affectionate, maybe. Gemma lifted your hand, fingers intertwined, several times to kiss the back of it. Sabrina kissed your arm that hers was looped around, and at one corner as you waited for early holiday traffic to pass she slipped her hands into your pockets while she stood in front of you. She didn’t do anything with that position, she just did it casually, getting that much closer to you until it was time to move.

Once you hit the beach the over-affection dimmed a little as you spread out towels and got yourselves situated, but you noticed that both of them were smiling even more than usual, and biting their lips softly. You couldn’t figure out what was going on until you finally realized it - they were as horny as you were, looking forward to lunch. Or, rather, what was coming after lunch.

After everything that had happened last night, you weren’t exactly aching with blue balls after the interrupted blowjob that morning, but as you walked your way down to the water down the less-crowded morning beach, you could feel your cock stiffen and stir a little in your trunks and were happy when you splashed into the ocean.

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