Josh arrived at my house in his van early that Saturday morning.
Jumping into his van, I prodded, "Did you ring Coral?"
He replied, "Way too early. I will tomorrow."
From that point, I let Josh talk as we drove to the beach. He chatted the whole journey about either surfing or his van.
Occasionally, he strayed to how boring adult parties were at Coral's. I listened lukewarmly, preferring the cool breeze on my face through the open window and watching the tree-lined streets flash past under a dome of Mediterranean blue sky.
As Josh parked, a pang of regret welled deep in my gut as I realised this was the beach I wanted to revisit. It was where I stuffed up trying to give Jenny a shell.
My heart raced.
Could Jenny be here?
Josh parked on the far side of the inner car park. We grabbed our tightly packed bags and headed for the beach. We went the quickest route through the playground behind the dunes.
Together, we spied Brittany and Ruby clowning on the mini carousel. I watched Ruby run to spin it and jump on next to Brit. They held the central bar and locked arms to keep their balance. The mini carousel rotated very fast.
As we approached them, I enjoyed Brittany's light-yellow bikini. Lord, it didn't cover much! Trying not to stare at her ample chest, I noticed she wore newish sandshoes. Ruby wore black bathers under cherry red shorts. Her ponytail flew as she rode the merry-go-round. I noticed she wore thongs as they flapped loose on her jiggling feet.
Josh and I dropped our beach bags beside the girl's gear. We watched the carousel spin around until it slowed. Brit flicked her blonde hair and invited Josh to join them. She eased a space between Ruby and herself with a shimmy butt slide.
My mate jumped on the mini-carousel; his grin spread beyond containment because two girls pinned his arms. He shaped his big mitts around their waists.
Brit didn't ignore me like usual, though she only required me to do one job.
She glanced at me and ordered, "Spin it, go on, spin it."
No, please, or using my name.
She glared and wheeled her hands vigorously like I was a dimwit.
What did Josh see in her?
Her strenuous action made a boob nearly pop out of her tight top.
Brit ignored me as she adjusted the bikini strap to restrain and contain her flesh.
I peeked out of the corner of my eye. Josh ogled directly, his mouth wide open, and his fingers twitched.
Yes, Brit had the boy's locker-room fantasy breasts. In college, boy banter, 'big hooters.'
After Brit did an extra tweak to her straps, admiring her boob oomph, I spun the beach carousel without further to-do.
Between spins, I felt like an awkward tag-along.
The unnecessary extra on a set.
I crossed my arms between heavy-handed rotations, spending the next ten minutes of my life spinning Ruby, Josh and Brit superfast until they called a halt, dizzy.
They stumbled off the merry-go-round, their limbs mixed in shared reeling.
Ruby blatantly orchestrated a tumble.
Her foot deftly caught Josh's ankle, allowing Brit to land on him, chest to chest. They rolled and tangled as a threesome in a frivolous yet frisky scene.
The brunette choreographed like a film director. She gave Brit the centre spotlight while placing her palm behind Josh's back and pushing him into Brit's chest. Meantime, I paced in an ever-smaller circle.
Ruby untangled from the knotted bodies and told Brit and Josh, "Okay, let's hit the beach," sporting a blank face and flat voice - as if nothing inappropriate had happened.
The brunette slung her beach bag over her shoulder and told Brit to do the same. Ruby manoeuvred to one side of Josh. She cocked her head at Brit and slyly winked. My mate Josh suddenly deliciously sandwiched between two girls, arm in arm, heading for the beach. His shoulders arched higher as Brit picked bits of grass from his hair.
The brunette threw me a backward glance, "Bring Josh's bag," she demanded.
I hefted my mate's bag, his bloody wetsuit!
Weighed down by Josh's bulky bag and my own, I lumbered after the nimble three, already springing through the dunes.
They milled and chatted as I finally dropped the bags on the sand. Max was there, the bronzed lord of his surf turf, an open V stance, waxing an older style board in a cursory manner. His hairless chest was waxed better; he displayed a jaw-dropping six-pack.
A bunch of tanned guys surrounded Max, some in half or full wet suits, all muscle ripped and flaunting faint facial stubble. Some acknowledged Josh and Ruby by name. The brunette cosied between two dudes, touching their waxed boards and muscled biceps. Brit greeted everyone in a friendly, non-touchy manner, reserving feathery arm rubs for Josh.
"I've waxed this board for you, mate. Come on, let's teach you to surf!" Max urged, ready for action.
Brit's cocky big brother strode off briskly carrying his pro surfer bad boy brand board. Josh grabbed the teetering, old, spare longboard and lumbered after him.
Max instructed Josh, but the surfing lessons unfolded as my mate stood up and fell off repeatedly, no matter how many tips Max offered.
Ruby and Brittany, reclined on towels — marginalised as sunbathing beach chicks. I observed warily. Ruby was never side-lined.
I hung around, more desolate than driftwood on a beach. I thought of Coral fuming when Josh told her he wasn't attending her mum's party. Her voice had run the fine line between indignation and escalating to a hot temper.
Josh unloaded on me, driving to the beach, "They gather too many adults at Coral's place. A surplus of God damn adult talk!"
This sounded silly.
We were adults, then qualified, maybe not in our behaviour but in the legal sense.
Brit flaunted being an adult at the beach.
The blonde decided to go topless; her action wasn't illegal.
I overheard the blonde tell Ruby she sought an even tan. She timed untying her bikini top halter string as Josh carried his bulky board up the beach.
Max quit teaching him.
The local wave authority chased the surf breaks alongside his experienced mates in deep water.
Before Josh managed to plant the board in the sand, he received a free eye-full of a topless Brit. Her boobs were eye-candy packed in a bikini. Released to the sun, sea and sky, they wobbled and swayed gorgeous.
I absorbed their oomph, side on. I admit I stared past Ruby.
The brunette batted her eyelids at me and smirked.
Josh removed his wetsuit. Brit stretched herself from her knees. As she did, her breasts bounced, and they shaped bigger. My mate's eyes were where my eyes lodged and where my eyes returned.
Brit rolled, showing her back before Josh and I got hard-ons.
Ruby busied herself on her beach towel, applying sunscreen to her arms in long strokes. The huge yellowish-orange or Californian poppy towel, I knew well, was a gift to the minx from Coral.
Josh draped his wetsuit on the surfboard he used, now only in his Speedos.
Brit re-rolled on her deep ocean blue towel, fake stretched and shimmied her boobs.
"Nice chest," she cooed.
I'm sure Josh tried to expand and puff his emerging six-pack. My mate started to dry himself off. He used a colourful towel decorated with rainbow stripes fanning to the sides. Another Coral gift here on the beach this day.
Brit reached into her beach bag and grabbed a bottle of tanning lotion.
"Josh, rub some oil over me," she amorously requested.
She extended the brown plastic bottle towards him. My mate dived forward to grab the bottle. His fingers landed on top of hers. She lingered and squeezed 'til the lotion top popped open, letting the oil drip through and lubricate their fingered embrace.
The blonde, known for her speed with guys, took it slow with Josh.
Had Ruby instructed Brit?
Accompanied by a curved slide, Brit's hands released Josh from their snare. My mate stood there, staring at the open bottle, its contents congealed around the neck or splashed on the sand.
Brit boldly instructed, "Squeeze it out, dribble it, rub it into my shoulders and back."
Josh willingly obliged. He bent his knees behind the blonde, massaging lotion everywhere she wished.
Brit rolled her eyes back and murmured, "Great hands," and "Josh, you are doing a super job."
She teased Ruby, "Get your top off, honey! Get a tan!"
The brunette replied, "Not today! It's your moment, pet!"
Ruby rummaged in her beach bag and pulled out a packet of peanuts.
She sat there munching as Brit laid on her towel in bliss.
"Oil my tummy, Josh," the blonde said, her voice hitting a naughty pitch.
Judging by my mate's eyes, he couldn't believe his luck!
Yet, his broad, vigorous handiwork on her back turned into soft finger smudges around Brit's navel. He wasn't sure of the oiling limits on the front of her body. He found out double-quick: Brit ignored limits!
His ego suppressed Coral as Brittany gave him the green light to oil her breasts.
"Smear it on my boobs, Josh," she purred, her eyes closed and her hips widened on the towel.
Her use of the word boobs ignited my mate.
Josh squeezed the lotion over Brit's chest. It dolloped, splotched and splattered on her breasts. He massaged the oil using a circular kneading rub pushing from the outside, a slight lift under, smoothing and running two fingers between her rack.
I scanned the beach. No lifeguards or beach patrol lingered. My conscience urged me to stop Josh.
For Coral!
My head screamed, do it for Coral!
Brit pushed the limits of beach decency as the blonde squeezed her breasts together. They closed to a voluptuous cleavage. The drizzled oil coated and anointed them. As she released her breasts apart, oil streamed and glistened.
Josh heard her silky, slinky voice, "Rub the excess in."
He polished her boobs with finesse like detailing his van. Her youthful flesh was shaped through his fingers. The tartlet murmured in public. I didn't know about Josh, but my balls headed to unruly.
Brit cooed.
Ruby stopped eating her peanuts and nudged the blonde.
Brit bounced to her knees, taking my mate's hand and whispering.
After this, they rose as a fluid duo.
Brittany and Josh headed off, arms linked, through the dunes— headed for his van.