"What? Come with us. What harm can it do? There's a blow job in one of those girls. No?" I was half-whispering, but could have cared less if all of them heard me. Most of us were at the lake to get laid and forget about reality, and I was their king.
Daniel turned his attention back to the girls as they giggled. "You think?"
"Yep." I turned back to blondie. "You up for it? Like to go fast?"
"I love fast." She tapped her friend's shoulder as the girl bobbed up and down in the driver’s seat.
The driver pulled her headphones off and glanced up. "What?"
"We're letting sexy over there take us for a ride." Blondie glanced up to me and tilted her head. "You prepared for the afternoon?"
Condoms. I slipped my hands in my pockets and shook my head.
"Nope. A pretty woman like yourself doesn't go everywhere prepared for a chance encounter with the man of her dreams?" I gave her a sexy smile, letting my eyes moved down her taunt, tanned flesh, imagining all the ways I could make her moan. She was breathtaking, and yet a dime a dozen.
"Is that a joke?" she laughed.
"I guess so." I bent down and picked up my shirt before turning to Daniel. "Let's go, buddy. Time for a beer run, anyway."
We started back toward the house as she called out to me. "Wait. Where are you going?"
I looked back, but didn't stop walking. "To get prepared for the next boat of hot women — unless you're still here when I get back."
"What? I'm not waiting here for you." Her anger was cute. It was nice to know in advance that she was a drama queen. From calm to raging in three point two seconds.
"Your loss, baby-doll." I glanced down the street before tugging at Daniel's t-shirt. "Let's go, buddy."
"What the fuck just happened?" He glanced over his shoulder and jogged across the street with me. "Were those girls really going to let you drive the boat? There's liability insurance that has to be filled out for that sort of thing. It doesn't just cover everyone.”
I popped him in the chest and lifted my eyebrow as we stopped on the other side of the road by the rental house. "Hey, we're twenty-two. Not eighty-two. Slow your roll on being a stiff, okay?"
"Whatever. You guys are going to learn one day that life isn't a game." He glanced back over his shoulder as indecision raged across his face. "Are we going back down there?"
"Nope." I gripped the side of the patio railing and pulled hard, hopping over it and leaving him to walk up the stairs.
"What? Why not?" He jogged up beside me, tugging at my arm by the front door. "The brunette was kind of cute. I wouldn't mind talking to her."
"Talking?" I laughed and pushed the door open. "There's no talking to those kind of girls, Dan. They want a quick fix and that's it."
"Quick fix? Sex?" He laughed sardonically as he closed the door.
"Sex?" Clay glanced up from reading a magazine. My oldest friend was stretched across the couch, his short, stocky frame only taking up two thirds of it.
"You need some? They're selling it on pier three twenty-two." I wagged my eyebrows and walked into the kitchen to search for something to eat. "Where's Derek? Still sleeping?"
"No, he met that girl a few nights ago at the club in town, remember? Sarah, Sandra, Stephanie?" Clay groaned loudly before walking into the kitchen, rubbing his chest. "I'm still sore from playing ball two days ago. What the hell?"
"We've been laying around for almost three weeks, Clay." I turned and back-handed him in the chest. He tried to get out of my reach, but I was captain of the rugby team: quick was my middle name.
Was captain of the rugby team?
"Fuck, dude. I told you I was hurting." He swung at me playfully.
I moved and caught his arm, pulling hard and pressing him to the refrigerator before putting my shoulder into his back.
"What's on the agenda today?" I reached around and poked his chest again before moving back and laughing.
He came out of the hold swinging again. The only thing he connected with was Daniel. The poor guy had chosen the wrong time to come in the kitchen.