Continuation

As they walked back towards the girl’s apartment, Frank tried to clear the cobwebs out of his mind. Where was he? This place did not look familiar. As they walked down the bright clean streets, it seemed off… “So...” Beth said, interrupting his thoughts, but trailed off when Frank looked at her. “How,” she gestured, “did you wind up laying in the street like that?” Frank opened his mouth to answer, but a light filled his vision and took his mind far away.

Sarah saved him from having to think of something as she grabbed his arm with a look of concern on her face. “Do you have any memories that seem to miss?” Frank, taken aback, could only nod his head in agreement. They would believe he was nothing but a drunken lout, so why try something that would sound like an outright lie? Sarah's hand went to her mouth in shock. “You poor man, you must have been the victim of identity theft”. Frank nodded a few more times before realizing what she had said. “Of course,” Beth chimed in, “that would explain why anyone would lie on the ground in that part of town.”

“This is it!” Frank thought. A perfect excuse. But why identity theft would leave him without memories he didn’t know, but thought better not to ask right now. Beth shaded her eyes and looked towards the group, squinting. “Hey, they meet us at our place!” she exclaimed excitedly. The group exchanged hugs and Sarah heads inside to grab you some clothes. The newcomers stared at Frank, looking him over from head to toe with a critical eye.

“You always seem to find the cute strays” A medium height woman with brunette shoulder length hair quips with a smile for Beth and a wink for Frank. She is broad shouldered and medium height, with a shapely figure that won’t let the eye settle in one place. Frank feels his face flushing with embarrassment at the comment and looks towards his feet. “Oh, he's shy as well” the brunette comments with a laugh in her beautiful voice. “I am just teasing you,” she says, extending her arms toward Frank for a hug. “I am Kristen,” she tells you in your ear as her arms wrap around him. Her breasts pressing against his chest make it hard to think of anything else, and Kristen blessedly lets go before she can notice the growing bulge of his cock.

He is not so lucky with the second introduction, Fawn; a slim, tall willow woman with long hair that seems to shift in color as she moves. Now green and then blue, fading to a muted orange. The effect frames her beautiful face as she extends a hand towards him. Frank does not miss the purposeful glance at his crotch, however; nor the small tip of the tongue that Fawn gives when she spies his cock though. Embarrassment flushes Frank again and he quickly turns to the last woman.

“Clare,” she says, giving him a small wave and a little smile. Tall, athletic, with a dancer's body and platinum blond hair in a ponytail running half down her back, she's as gorgeous as the rest of the women arrayed before him. Conversation starts up after the introductions, with Frank facing a barrage of questions. Beth quickly comes to his aid, explaining that Frank has been a victim of identity theft and has insignificant memories of the distant past.

Sarah returns quickly from her trip upstairs, before they can ask too many questions; carrying an armload of clothes for Frank. A shirt, shorts, boxers, and a pair of velcro closure sandals, that are all his size. “Well” says Sarah, clapping her hands, “now that we are all together, let's go to the beach!”

The new group of women exchanged a look, and Fawn held up a hand. “I don’t have a bathing suit, I need to stop at the shop and get one.” “Me and Clare have to go back to our apartment and grab our stuff,” Kristen says with her arms folded across her breasts. “We were at work just before this and did not have time.” Sarah sighed, but nodded her head.

“OK, me and Beth will head to the beach and meet you guys there.” “The new guy can come with me,” chimed in Fawn immediately. “I might need someone to carry my stuff.”

“He should come with us,” Kristen said, throwing a little frown at Fawn, “we have two people's worth of stuff.”

“I think it should be up to Frank who he would like to go with, do you want to come with us, Kristen and Clare, or Fawn?”