Brandon

Hanging here with the girls is much more fun than having the coach shout at me. Only I can't keep my eyes off Lizzie. Her tiny red polka dot bikini is so sexy on her uber sexy body. It's difficult to restrain myself from wanting to pull her bottoms off with my teeth and glide my tongue across her clit and make her come.

It's causing me to stir in my board shorts, and I am grateful that they're baggy-ish and that, for once, I'm wearing boxers to keep everything in place.

That's right, I usually go commando; I hate being restricted down there. But today I am just thankful I'm wearing them.

Tammy is lost in her world of music; I bet she's listening to Taylor Swift and Drake. To be honest, I like Drake too. What we all need to do is organize to go see him in concert during the summer.

"Say, you girls fancy going to see Drake during the holiday? It can be our last concert together, you know, before we all head off in our separate ways to college." That brings a pang to my chest. Separated. It's a word that sounds alien to me, having spent most of my childhood with these girls, Tobias and Denver. I'm hoping they both join us soon. I have already messaged the guys to let them know we're hanging at the beach for the rest of the day.

"Sure, that'd be huge fun. Let me Google his concert dates." Lilly is on it straight away. Lizzie, I notice she is staring at me, then catches me looking at her, looking at me. She blushes and averts her gaze to her book.

"Lizzie?" I ask, then take a seat next to her on the lounger. She shifts those long, coltish legs of hers and makes room for me to sit beside her. Damn. Being this close to her is doing something to me, I can feel my dick stirring again. Fucked up, right?

I'm wondering if, at prom, we might slow-dance and I could kiss her. I'm dying to taste her lips on mine. Would she freak out?

Or, should I talk to her and tell her how I'm feeling? Nah, she'd think I was being a jerk or something. Lizzie knows how many girls I go through and that I'm not the dating kind of guy. So, why am I thinking about dating Lizzie?

"He's playing in Cali on June 18th and 19th. Shall I go ahead and book tickets?" Lilly asks. I nod my head emphatically.

"Absolutely. Hold on, I'll message Tobias to make sure he's in." I lean across Lizzie, who blushes even more, and rest one hand on her leg to steady myself so I can tap Tammy.

She removes her ear pods. "What?" Like I disturbed her from some other world and intruded on her space.

"Drake. Do you want to come see him in concert on 18th June?"

"Where's he playing?"

"Here in Cali."

She shrugs her shoulders like she doesn't really care. Only we all know our girl Tammy is mildly obsessed with the superstar. "Yeah, sure. Okay." She sticks her ear pods in. I stick my tongue out at her. She sticks hers out at me, then shows me the finger. I laugh.

"I'll go," Lizzie says.

"Perfect. Let's organize a limo and go in style." I say, then push Lizzie over some more so I can lie next to her. Easily, I could grab another lounger, but I'm liking the idea of being close to her.

The look in her eyes makes my chest beat faster; her pupils are dilated. Look, I'm not saying I'm some kind of stud or anything, but I know girls pretty damn well. I've slept with more than my fair share, and then some, and Lizzie's eyes are definitely saying she's feeling the same way I am right now. She shifts her gaze back to her book.

"Can't you get your own lounger? There's not enough room on this one." She tells me and tries to push me off.

"I want comfort. I had a shitty practice."

"Well, go and find some bimbo and stick it in her. I'm sure you won't have any trouble finding anyone. Look." She points in front of her. "They're already staring at you. Go and get comfort over there; I'm chilling and want to read my book." Her voice is full of indignation. It makes me chuckle.

"I'm not feeling it," I tell her, only I am seriously feeling it. Just not with the other girls. Although I suppose I could have a threesome. They do look cute in their pumped-up bikini tops, with their tits almost spilling out and tiny triangles covering their pussies. Ordinarily, I'd be swaggering over to them, and presto I'd have bagged myself a quickie. For some reason, today is not one of those days. I'm enjoying lying next to Lizzie as I inhale her coconut suntan lotion and shampoo. She smells so good, I could lick her body.

I fold my arms across my chest and stare up at the clear blue sky, all the stresses of the practice starting to ease away.

"You guys think you're going to win next week?" Lilly asks as she rubs more lotion on herself.

"Abso-fucking-lutely we're going to win. They don't stand a chance against us." It's going to be a brutal game, since the Santa Claras are a strong team and have won nearly as many games as we have; naturally, otherwise we wouldn't be playing them in the championship finals. It's important to us that we win. Not just because we want to bag it, but it's our last game in high school. It's kind of nostalgic. Shit, me nostalgic. But yeah, I am.

The three girls saunter towards us, lazily, I check them out with my eyes half closed. They're giggling like kids in a playground.

"Hey, Brandon." The one in a red g-string bikini says. I nod.

"Hi girls. What's up?"

"You want to come hang with us for a bit?" Everyone knows that Lizzie and I don't date so either they're very forward and don't give a hoot that I am lying next to her on the lounger or they're already aware she's only my bestie.

Lizzie tuts loudly. It makes me grin. I dig her gently in the rib. She digs me back harder. "God's sake, can't we go anywhere without you having bunnies chasing you around?" I can tell she's talking through gritted teeth.

"What are you offering?" I've got no intention of moving from where I am, but you know, I can't resist checking out the status first.

"Well," the one with long ice-blonde hair starts, "my folks are away this weekend, so you could come over to mine." She is licking her lips suggestively and pushing out her firm tits. I rest my eyes on them. Lizzie tuts again, louder this time. Lilly's mouth is hanging open.

"All three of us- what do you think? We could show you a good time, Brandon."

"Right, that's enough. Piss off." Lizzie throws her book down. She must be mad because Lizzie never throws a book; they're her prized possessions. "We're chilling, so if you don't mind, go and find some other jock to hook up with. The beach is full of them." She fumes.

The girls don't seem to be too bothered. Blondie flicks her hair over her shoulders and sticks her tits out some more.

"You heard her." Lilly jumps in, and Tammy removes her ear pods to see what's going on.

"We're talking to Brandon," says the third girl, a tiny redhead.

"What's going on?" Tammy asks, having missed the conversation.

I just remain silent, enjoying it. C'mon, I'm only eighteen, and I'm a guy. Tell me a guy that wouldn't love having three girls practically offering their pussies on a plate to them.

"These girls are offering Brandon a threesome," Lizzie says, her voice fueled with anger, and I detect jealousy. It's funny to see her get like this. It isn't like she's not used to me having girls throw themselves at me.

"Girls, bugger off, okay. Brandon's dick is off limits today. You can check in with him another day now fuck off." Tammy has spoken; the girls pout. Lilly and Lizzie glare them down. They look at me, and I shake my head.

"Not today, ladies. As the girls say, we're just chilling today. No threesome today." They huff and stomp off, if you can stomp off on sand, but somehow they manage it.

"For fuck's sake, Brandon. Everywhere we go. I'm going to stop hanging with you soon." Lizzie grabs her book and opens it, pretending to read. It's making me laugh.

"The book is upside down." I take it from her, our fingers meet and a shot of electricity bolts straight up my arm. Whoa. What the fuck?

"There you all are." Denver strides towards us with his hulking six-foot-plus frame, his sandy hair is all over the place, and Tobias is not far behind him. Wearing a long-sleeved tee, baseball cap and long combat trousers. Like I've said before, the poor kid has the fairest skin I've ever seen and red hair – needless to say, he burns quicker than wood in a blazing fire.

"Let's get this party started." Denver sets a cool box down and pops the lid off it. He hands me a Coors and one to Lilly, Tammy and Lizzie. Tobias helps himself.

"Er, who will be driving?" Asks Lizzie.

"You can drive my truck," I tell her. Since Lilly has her own car with her and Tammy, someone will be available to take Denver's car back later.

"I can leave mine here and hitch a ride home with Lilly," Denver says as he flings himself down onto the sand and leans back on his right hand, the beer bottle now to his lips. Tobias flops down next to him. "Yeah, me too," he says. "I came with Denver, so I'll need a lift back too."

"Thanks, guys, I didn't want to have a drink, too." Lizzie isn't impressed that she's been designated driver along with Lilly.

"I don't mind. I'll drive," Lilly says. She doesn't drink a lot, to be honest, in any case.

I put my arm around Lizzie and pull her to me. She feels so damn fine pulled into my chest. I resist the urge to kiss the top of her head. Man, what the fuck is going on with me?

I don't go round kissing girls' heads.

I fuck them, and I leave them. In and out, job done.

None of this lovely kind of shit.

I need a distraction for real.