To the beach!

Chris, Robert, and I lugged down the sand chairs and packed coolers then set up the tents and umbrellas while the girls stretched out on towels next to each other to sunbathe. The three of us would sneak obvious glances at the scantily clad women, glistening in the late morning sun.

Chelsea had decided against wearing the red bikini on the first day, instead going with a more modest green bikini that had a top that covered much more of her breasts than her other swimsuits did. She still looked amazing.

Ariel wore a one-piece that had a plunging neckline. The style suited her well as it showed off her great shape without being too revealing for her tastes.

Lisa was wearing something surprisingly conservative for her. Fortunately for us, conservative for her was pretty risque for basically everyone else. Her top looked more like a sports bra, covering most of her breasts except the center had a large hole cutout that exposed a good amount of cleavage and the undersides of her breasts. Her bottoms were tied at the hips with tiny little triangles that barely contained her round ass cheeks.

We still had not seen Lauren and Liam that morning but we didn't have to wait long.

"They're alive!" Chris exclaimed when he saw Lauren emerge at the top of the dunes.

"Oh, from what I heard this morning, they are very much alive," Ariel commented.

The guys' eyes darted to check out Lauren, scantily clad in a bright pink bikini. The women dropped their sunglasses, scoping out Liam's tall, athletic body. He was carrying a long surfboard under one of his arms.

"Liam's going to teach me how to surf!" Lauren said enthusiastically. The women approved. The guys were mostly jealous. We passed out drinks and settled in, relaxing a bit in the sun before we decided to take a group dip in the ocean.

"If you feel like you might be drowning," Robert said as we were jumping waves. "Just grab onto Lauren and use her boobs as a flotation device."

"You're such an idiot," Lauren shot back.

"I second that," Ariel agreed.

Liam suddenly grabbed onto Lauren. "Help, help! I'm drowning!" He really did fit in well with us.

"Why don't we play some volleyball?" Robert suggested as we made our way back to the shore. Lisa, Chris, Lauren, and Liam declined but Chelsea and I agreed to play.

"I'm thinking guys vs girls," Robert said. "A little shirts and skins action?"

Ariel rolled her eyes. "Why don't we switch partners, though?" she suggested. "I'll play with David and Chelsea can play with Robert."

Chelsea and I looked at each other then shrugged in agreement. "Sure."

Ariel's height was an advantage but Chelsea's athleticism made up for her more average height. Robert, on the other hand, was not the most coordinated. He kept launching the ball too far and out of bounds.

"You need to keep these muscles in check," Chelsea told him. She rubbed her hands over his biceps and forearms. Robert flexed in response. I'd have been more upset but Ariel made every excuse to get her hands on me, rubbing sand from my body that I could have easily rubbed off on my own and asking me to do the same for her. In the end, Ariel and I won handily.

"Yay!" Ariel shouted. She jumped in the air and pumped her fists. On her way down she grabbed a hold me of. I wasn't expecting it and it sent us tumbling to the floor. She landed directly on top of me, her perky breasts pressed into my chest.

"Sorry!" she said as she gained her composure. She quickly began wiping the sand from my legs but didn't stop there. She swiped away the sand on the front of my bathing suit, starting at the leg then moving upward until her fingers brushed across my groin. Then she held out her hand to help me up.

"Uhh, thanks," I said, taking her hand and rising to my feet. We settled back into our chairs with everyone else.

We spent the rest of the morning alternating between chatting, drinking, and drifting off for sun naps - the guys in sun chairs and the girls lined up on a row of towels. It was impossible not to stare, and impossible not to notice that the other guys were also staring at the murderer's row of beauties beside us, Chelsea included.

"So you started seeing Lauren before she got her boob job, right?" Robert asked Liam. Liam nodded. "Did you know you were getting an upgrade when you asked her out?"

"We can hear you!" Ariel shouted.

"You don't need to answer that, Liam," Lauren followed. Liam laughed then looked at the rest of the guys and nodded enthusiastically. We all raised our bottles and cans to him.

Soon after Lauren grabbed the surf board and Liam followed her into the ocean. She did much better than we expected, getting a few rides where she stood up for a few seconds and we all cheered her on while actively and loudly rooting for her top to fall off every time she fell. Unfortunately, we never got our wish.

"You're a heck of a teacher," Chelsea said as Liam dropped the board back on the beach.

"I was an instructor for two summers at the beach near my house. I've taught people who were much less athletically inclined than Lauren to surf."

"I might ask you for a lesson at some point," Chelsea said. A series of "Me too's" came from the other girls.

"I'd be honored to teach any of you beautiful ladies if you'd like," Liam replied. "I'd even teach the guys if they wanted."

"I'll take a lesson, but I'm not blowing you or anything for it," Chris said.

"I will!" Robert said, raising his hand. "I'm not gay or anything, I just really want to learn how to surf."

Eventually we all headed back up to the house to cool off and have lunch. After everyone finished eating, the girls and Liam headed down to the beach while Robert, Chris, and I restocked the cooler.

"I don't know how you guys drink so much," Ariel commented.

"Liam, you don't have to try to keep up with these alcoholics," Lauren said, grabbing his elbow and dragging him out the door.

"We'll pack you an extra one of those summer beers you like!" Robert called after them.