Bradley Weber smiles. It's going to be an epic week. Spring Break with his buddies, Casey and Ed, isn't really something he looks forward to, particularly because their destination is Myrtle Beach. Not exactly Cancun, Miami or Acapulco, but then, they're not there for the sun. They're there to party. They're there to party some more, and maybe meet some girls. After all, it's SPRING BREAK!
Party they do, Brad wearily observes. They arrive on Friday morning, get drunk and party with some chicks from University of Phoenix all night, but Ed is the only one to score. Or at least, he's the only one to claim to have scored. If he actually did, Brad knows it would've require divine intervention.
It's been a hell of a week and once again, the three of them are feeling worn out from all the activities they've engaged in all week long. Once they get a few hours sleep, they hit the Myrtle Waves Water Park.
Brad is too tired to do much, other than lay around with his shades on, admiring the ladies that pass by in their skimpy bikinis, but Ed and Casey immediately hit the slides. It only takes half an hour for Ed to return with a limp. Casey can't stop laughing as he tells how Ed takes off down one of the slides after a hot chick in a bikini and pushed himself so fast that he rides up on the edge, narrowly missing his balls, but injuring his right leg in the process.
Ed sits near Brad as he listens to Ed grumble about his injury while Casey does what Casey does, takes off in pursuit of several girls heading for the lazy river.
"You should get your shades on, Ed," Brad suggests. "Some of the women going past here are fine. You can really check them out."
His buddy grunts, so Brad shrugs and puts his iPod on, listening to some tunes while he admires a particularly hot MILF in a red thong and matching top strolling past.
An hour or so passes and Casey finally comes back, full of excitement, insisting they come and meet these girls from Berkeley College, down from New York for Spring Break. He met them on the lazy river and has been chatting with them for the last forty minutes and they want to meet Brad and Ed too.
Brad figures it sounds like fun, so he nods and stashes his iPod under his towel, then gets up to follow Casey. Ed grumbles but joins them anyway. It takes ten minutes of paddling to catch up with the four girls on the lazy river, and Casey introduces them as Jessica, Shanice, Julie and Margarita.
"So I take it your names are all fake then?" Brad laughs, getting a round of grins from the girls.
"Well, if you fine-ass bitches are using fake names, it must be for one reason, and that reason is carnal sinning," Ed says, earning a scowl from Casey. "I'm fucking right, aren't I?"
"What a fucking douche bag," the brunette called Julie mutters.
Brad does the only thing he can think of to remedy the situation. He tips over Ed's inflatable, dumping him sideways into the river.
Thankfully the girls all laugh as he comes up spluttering and the tension eases. Over the next couple of hours they hang out with the girls, Brad mostly chatting with Julie, Casey with Margarita, while Ed tries unsuccessfully to chat with Shanice and Jessica, much to everyone's amusement.
With it being late in the afternoon though, the girls announce they have to head off.
"You guys want to meet up tonight at a party we're going to? It'll be around midnight, if that's not too late," Julie says, placing her hand on Brad's arm.
"I think we should be out partying by then," he grins. "Where about?"
"Meet us in Club Boca. Know where that is?"
"Sure," he nods. "We passed it last night. You want to give me your number?"
She shakes her head, but smiles. "I wouldn't hear my phone anyway. Maybe later," she says, winking.
"I look forward to it," Brad replies.
As the girls get out at the steps, Brad casually back-paddles his inflatable, watching as they get out the water. Jessica is the first out, a thin blonde with a black one-piece making her skin look very pale. Second out is Shanice, a black curvy girl with a dazzling smile and nice smooth hips, followed by Margarita, the most tanned of the group.
Brad smiles, knowing why Casey hit on her. She has by far the nicest body of the group and is the tallest by a couple of inches. Long dark hair tied in a ponytail, a black bikini, tight and firm all over, with an ass and face that reminds him of Jennifer Lopez.
Last out is Julie, the girl he spent the last couple of hours chatting with. Her multi-colored one-piece is slashed red and gold and shows her off her figure quite nicely. She's average height and has a pretty normal, pleasing figure without an ounce of visible fat, nice ass, great cleavage and nice legs. It's clear she works out.
Despite there being nothing outstanding about her, Brad finds her the most attractive of the four.
Julie turns and waves to Brad.
"Remember. Midnight!"
"We'll be there," he says and waves back.
"Feel free to ditch the douche bag," she calls out as she disappears.
"The douche bag will be coming," Ed shouts loud enough for half the park to hear.
