“Oh, it’s going, just about to enjoy the water.”
“We can enjoy it with you if you’d like.” His friend says, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
Are they serious? They’re tall and good looking, but the way they’re looking at us makes me want to walk away and never turn back. Their whole look screams player, and I’m so not about that life. I roll my eyes and walk off, not interested in whatever lines they are going to throw out. I loop my arm through Tori’s and walk toward the water.
“Fuck you too, bitch!” One of the guys yells, loud enough that other people on the beach can hear.
Unable to help myself, I give him the one finger salute as I walk away and into the ocean. We swim out far enough that we aren’t near any of the kids and can just talk without being heard.
“What an asshole!” Tori hisses beside me.
“Yeah, no kidding.”
“You’re so not a bitch Summer. Not usually anyway, only when you’re cranky, or you’ve worked a double shift, sometimes when you’re on your period-”
“Tori, stop talking.” I groan.
She bursts into giggles beside me. “You’re too easy to rile up. Relax, those guys were total douchebags!”
“Sorry if you wanted to talk to them.”
She splashes water at me. “Just because I find so many guys attractive does not mean I’m whoring it up. The last time I went on a date was with Aaron, and that was over two months ago.”
“I’m just busting your chops. Please tell me he hasn’t called you anymore.” I get worried when she looks away and shrugs. “Has he Tor?”
“Don’t freak out Summer. He hasn’t called me in over a month…”
I watch her and can tell there’s more. “I feel like there’s a but coming.”
She winces. “He’s texted me a few times asking to meet up and talk. He said he was sorry. I’ve ignored him, though. I just wish he’d leave me alone.”
The longer we talk, the closer we drift back to shore. The sounds of those around us get louder, and near the shore, I hear some guys laughing. When I look over, he’s there, maybe twenty feet from us, throwing a football with some of his friends. Oh, sweet baby Jesus is right. Damn, with his dark hair, just long enough for me to run my fingers through and beads of water covering his body I can’t look away. He shouldn’t look this good wet, whoever he calls his, is a very lucky woman.
Two
Drake Winston
Seeing nurse Jones in her scrubs is hot as fuck, but seeing her in her high-waisted bikini has me sporting wood. The woman has a perfect hourglass figure, with huge tits, a tiny waist, and a thick ass and thighs. I’m half in love with her already. Now if I could get her alone long enough to ask her out and get to know her better.
I recently transferred to Hilton Head’s Fire Rescue squad less than two months ago. Moving here from New York was a culture shock, to say the least. My first call, a three-car accident on the business route of 278, should have been routine. We had a couple of scrapes and bruises, but an older gentleman ended up going into cardiac arrest as we got on scene. He’s lucky we were there and were able to start resuscitation immediately. When we arrived at the hospital, it was almost three in the morning, and Summer was the first person I saw, waiting by the ambulance bay to assist us. She went about her duties before I had a chance to talk to her. Man, her beauty haunts me. Each subsequent visit hasn’t allowed for it either. Every time I’ve seen her, something terrible was going on, it is a hospital after all.
Now that she’s here, free of the restraints of our jobs, this seems like a good place to ask her out. Having just gotten out of the water myself, I take a moment to watch her out of the corner of my eye. She splashes her friend, who just laughs at her. When they reach the water’s edge, she walks out like a goddess. Fuck, my cock hardens immediately as I shamelessly watch the water drip down her body in rivulets. I want to be that water rolling down her tan skin.
This is my chance. I throw the football to my buddy Chase, and walk towards the girls, intent on finally talking to her. Summer and Tori stop a few feet from me. While Her friend is wearing a cheesy grin, Summer looks ready to bolt.
“Summer, right?” I ask.
“Yes. How’d you know that?” She asks, then licks her lips as her eyes travel appreciatively down my body.
I’m so lost in watching her tongue slip back into her mouth that I almost miss her question. “It’s a small hospital.” She quirks her eyebrow and folds her arms under her full tits, making her bathing suit top move and reveal more of her cleavage. She clears her throat, getting my attention, and I grin at her knowing she caught me checking her out. “When I couldn’t get a minute alone with you, I asked Janice at the front desk. I’m Drake by the way.” I stick my hand out for her to shake, she hesitates but eventually takes my hand. Lifting her hand, I place a kiss on the top of it. When I look up, she’s blushing.