I get the drunkest

I start pouring out shots. Everyone seems to want to take a shot with me, everyone except Courtney. She hasn’t approached me, and if she is going to ignore me, I won’t make an effort with her.

The boat isn’t moving and just bobbing. I ask, “Is there a way we can chill in the water?”

“Yeah, there’s this raft/inter tube thing we can tie to the boat and hang out in,” Katy says.

She pulls it out, and it looks like it’s big enough for three people. Phoebe says, “I want to go in with you.”

I check out Phoebe’s nimble body with it’s surprising curves. Her tits and ass look fantastic in her string bikini. I can picture her pierced nipples beneath the fabric. She turns, and climbs down into the raft. I watch her ass in their thong bikini the entire time.

Katy noticed how obviously I stared at Phoebe. She says, “If I’m going in the water, I should probably take off these shorts.”

She pulls down her cutoff shorts, revealing her bikini bottoms. Not as skimpy as Phoebe’s but they hug her tightly and I can see her camel toe. She turns around and climbs down into the boat, making sure I get a good look at her ass. Even though her and Phoebe are the same height, Katy has a sexy thickness to her legs. I want to grab and squeeze the back of her thighs.

I climb down into the raft after them, bringing the tequila bottle with me. It was cozy in the raft. I rub shoulders with two beautiful petite women, our feet tangled together. Not a bad way to enjoy an afternoon.

I lift the bottle of tequila to my mouth and take a quick pull. I swallow and close my eyes, turning my face to the side, feeling the burn down my throat. I open my eyes, and my lips are met with a sensual kiss from Phoebe. Her tongue grazing into my mouth licking any tequila left off my tongue. Fuck what a kiss. I pull back blinking in disbelief.

Katy says, “Wow! You do have good chemistry! Take another shot Chandler. I want to see how my chemistry is with you.”

I take another pull and turn my face to Katy. She meets me with a kiss. Her lips closed but soft. Then they part slightly, we kiss slowly. No tongue like Phoebe. All soft lips. I rub my hand along the side of her cheek and into her blonde hair. The kisses still so slow, so sensual.

When we finally stop, I don’t know if it’s been 10 seconds or 10 minutes. I blink, adjusting my vision to the bright sun again. Katy’s bright eyes shine, and her slightly crooked teeth break her lips in a smile.

Phoebe says, “Damn, looks like I have some competition.” Her foot rubs along my calf.

Katy’s foot rubs up my other leg. She says, “It’s not a competition. We can always share him later.”

Phoebe laughs, “That’s a good idea. I forgot what type of trip we are on.” Her hand rubs down my arm.

Fuck. Am I about to have a threesome in this raft? No. That’s just the ****. They’re talking about later.

I put an arm around each of them, and give them a squeeze. I say, “Hopefully I would be so lucky if you two joined me one night.”

Despite my intense urge to take things further (pull down the strap of a bikini top, squeeze a perky tit, suck a hard nipple, put my hand down the front of a bikini bottom, and insert a fingertip, feel how a thrust would make the raft move in the waves of the water, hear the wild moan of an orgasm in the middle of a lake), I kept myself gentlemanly. I offered the bottle to the ladies, and they each took a shot. After each shot, I made sure I tasted the tequila on their lips.

The rest of the crew called us back up onto the boat. I let the ladies go first. I watch them go. Watch their juicy thighs, their plumps asses. Wanting to graze my fingers between their legs. Wanting to feel the warmth of their pussies.

I climb onto the boat. The tequila hits me. The ride back to the dock is not fun. Every movement a whip to my skull, a stir in my stomach. I focus on not puking. I don’t listen to the conversations. I just sit and stare at the deck. Don’t close your eyes. Don’t feel the spinning. Don’t puke in front of everybody.

We get back to the dock. I wobble back to the house. I don’t even know what they’re talking about. I don’t care. It’s a blur, and I’m focused on one destination. I mumble about needing to take a shower.

I fly through the house, stumbling on the stairs two up, one down. To the bathroom. Get to the bathroom.

I slam the door. Open the toilet seat, and let loose the contents of my stomach. I retch and straight liquid flows out. Why didn’t I eat anything? Fuck. I sit down relieved that it’s finally out.

I stand up a little dizzy, but feeling much better. I see some mouthwash on the sink. I swish and guzzle. Then I decide that I might as well shower since I told everyone that’s what I was going to do.

I step into the shower. Still in my swim trunks. In my drunken haze, I forget that I’m being filmed from three angles.

I hear the door click open. Shit I forgot to lock it.