Chapter 27
PRISONERS OF THE SUN
Pick, Lisa, Layla and I grabbed some chairs and towels to head up to the beach.
I’ve been to beaches all over the world but I was excited to get my first taste of the Jersey shore. I inhaled the salt air as we took our first steps onto the sand, and by the time we made our way down to the water, I was sold. The gritty powder under my feet, the dark blue-green of the ocean within my sights, a beautiful girl at my side... everything about the moment was perfect.
The beach was nearly deserted, making our friends easy to spot. Layla squinted at the threesome before asking, “Is that... Heather Ferrante?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Sarge was able to talk her into coming down. Becca’s here, too.”
Her lips pursed as she nodded, impressed. “Where are they going to sleep?”
“Coop and Sarge have one of the downstairs bedrooms; the girls have the other. Rymer offered to take the couch.”
“He did?” she asked in pure shock. “That seems rather... human of him.”
“I don’t think he was being as generous as all that. He likes to sleep with the tube on, and the only TV set is in the living room.”
“Now that sounds way more believable.”
We were still chuckling as we set up our stuff. Layla gave a kiss to our friends, offering a sarcastic, “Hey guys. Thanks for saving us a spot.”
We settled ourselves in our chairs and tipped our heads back toward the sun. We weren’t sitting for more than a minute when Layla gave me a nudge. When I opened my eyes, she held the mini-cooler in my direction and asked if I could pass it down to Coop and the girls. With the way she was twisted toward me, I couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of cleavage. She had a pair of really nice boobs. My brain wasn’t in control whenever my eyes were near them.
Only, she caught me.
Busted.
I grinned in defense as she shook her head and scolded me before abruptly standing up in front of my chair. Before I knew what was happening, she unzipped her white coverup and let it fall to the sand. She was wearing this insane green string bikini, cut high on the sides and low on the top, showing off those gorgeous tits.
My jaw dropped a fraction of an inch as my dick sprang to attention. Holy shit I almost jumped her right there on the beach in front of everyone. She pretended not to notice my agitated state as she sat herself back on her beach chair, closed her eyes, and continued sunbathing as if she hadn’t just thrown my entire universe into a tailspin.
Don’t be fooled. She fucking knew what she was doing.
I grabbed a towel off the stack and threw it across my lap as casually as possible before giving a quick scan across our group. Coop and the girls were busy tearing into the cooler, and Lisa and Pick were huddled in private conversation. Thankfully, it looked as though everyone was too busy to notice I was currently pitching a tent.
I leaned over the arm of my chair toward Layla and nudged my lips against her ear, my voice escaping in a gritted whisper between my teeth. “Jesus Christ, Lay.”
She cracked one eye open and started snickering at me.
“It’s not funny, Layla! Look what you just did to me! I’m not going to be able to get out of this chair for an hour!”
She glanced toward the folded towel across my lap and her stifled giggles turned into gut-busting laughter.
Just then, Pick and Lisa stood and announced they were going to check out the water. “Anyone want to join us?” Pick asked.
Layla was still cracking herself up as she yelled, “Trip does!”
I could have strangled her lovely neck.
* * *
Layla had slathered herself in baby oil, and after a few hours in the sun, started to deep fry into a concerning shade of red.
It was enough for everyone to decide to call it a day, so we packed up all our stuff and headed back to the house. I was looking forward to checking out the legendary boardwalk, but Lay said almost everything was closed up in the off-season until the weekends.
Thankfully, there was a cheesesteak place that was open for business. Everything smelled so good, my mouth was literally watering. We ordered up a bunch of sandwiches, salivating during the torturous one-block walk back to the house.
We dumped our chairs against the back of the house and rinsed our feet in the outdoor shower. Layla noticed some wildflowers growing through the sandy grass next to the stall, and I smiled as she plucked a few from the ground to bring inside. We dumped the bags of cheesesteaks on the table, giving Rymer and Sargento the excuse to halt their Sega marathon in order to eat.
“Holy crap it’s almost four o’clock?” Sarge asked through a mouthful of food as he turned to Heather. “Oh, man. I’m really sorry. I totally lost track of the time.” He tossed her a wink and patted the seat next to him. She graciously accepted his apology and grabbed him a roll of paper towels before joining him at the table.
I guessed that talk wasn’t going to be necessary after all. Sarge didn’t have much dating experience, but it was nice to see him finally making the effort, at least. Maybe he’d be a better boyfriend to Heather than I gave him credit for.
We finished our dinner and cleaned up our mess before Rymer passed out a round of beers.
Layla looked so hot with her hair all pulled up in a messy, windblown knot. It reminded me of the night I came to see her after the homecoming dance.
Idiot.
I cracked a can of Bud and held it to the back of her neck, chuckling as she flinched from the cold. She spun around with venom in her eyes, but before she could chastise me, I asked, “You want?”
Her face relaxed into a smirk. “I was planning on taking a shower.”
“Have a drink with me first.”
Someone threw on some music, and we hung out shooting the breeze for a few until Lay excused herself upstairs.
I went up soon after to get a change of clothes, and when I heard the water running, was tempted to slip in there with her. I decided not to freak her out, and took advantage of the outdoor shower instead. It was awesome being naked outside. I wished Layla was out there with me.
Just the thought of her out on the beach today made me instantaneously hard. My hand travelled automatically to my dick, and I jacked off thinking about peeling that little green bikini off her gorgeous body.
I dried off, got dressed, and hit the kitchen table to join the game of Quarters already in progress. After an entire day on the beach, everyone was content to just hang at the house. There was nothing else to do anyway. Lay said the town wouldn’t be hopping until after the 4th of July.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she sauntered into the kitchen and took a seat on the counter next to Becca. She looked fantastic without all that Aqua Net poofing out her hair, the same way she’d worn it on grad night. Natural. Beautiful.
I shot her a sly wink and went back to my game. I was showing off just a bit, but the fact was, I’d been on a roll even before she came downstairs.
Once I sunk my third quarter in a row, I announced, “That means I get a rule, suckers!” I scanned my eyes around the table, quirked a brow, and offered, “No swearing.”
Rymer slumped in his chair. “Shit, really?”
“Yes, really,” I laughed out. “Now drink!”
Rymer took a penalty swig, then I made him drink the next three times in a row. “That’s a new rule! No pointing.”
Three quarters later, and I figured I had to be breaking some sort of world record. “Rule! Okay, no saying the word ‘drink.’ That includes any variation. No drink, drank, or drunk.”
Sarge asked, “Not even to call Rymer a drunk?”
“Drink!” I yelled.
Rymer waved a hand in my direction. “Take one as well, fucko.”
“You too!” I said, as we all laughed our heads off.
Cooper pointed his finger around the table. “Haha. All you assholes need to take a drink.”
I almost spit out my mouthful of beer as I stood up and aimed an elbow at him. “Consume, motherfather! Consume!”