A couple of hours into the cruise, once they were well into their second pitcher of rum punch and were anchored out in open water, one of the guys tugged on the bikini strings of the drunkest blonde and her boobs fell free. Since the week had proven she had few inhibitions sober, they were certainly all gone based on how much booze was coursing through her veins, causing her to grab her top and fling it toward the edge of the boat. Luckily one of the other meatheads caught it midair so no one had to go on a search and rescue expedition.
The cacophony of giggles set off by this little stunt started a ringing in Kyle’s ears. How could one group of women be so loud, especially on open water? He would never, ever complain about Drea and Leona laughing too loudly on movie night again. He climbed down from his perch just in time to see all the other blondes following along and removing their tops as well. Oh boy, he thought.
“Nudity’s not a problem, right, Captain Kyle?” Staci called out.
“Not as long as you’re covered up by the time we head back to the resort,” he answered. “But if you ladies wanna show ‘em off, please, be our guest.”
Drea cut her eyes over and glared at him. He shrugged as if to say “what do you want me to say?” She shook her head, obviously not thrilled.
“I didn’t realize we suddenly worked at the Playboy Mansion,” she mumbled.
He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her up against him. “Is my girl jealous?”
“Yes, I’m jealous,” she sniped. “There are four beautiful blondes up there with perfect tits out on display. I can’t compete with that!”
“First off, you don’t have to compete with anyone, because not a single one of them has anything on you. Second,” he said, sliding his hands from her midsection until they rested on her breasts and leaning down to whisper in her ear, “these are the most stunning tits I have ever seen and I am counting down the hours until I can play with them again.”
Drea blushed a little at his words. He liked knowing that he had this kind of effect on her. Even better since every word he said was the truth. She turned around in his grasp so that now those beautiful tits were pressed against his chest. Just the feeling of them against him was starting to make him hard.
“You just want in my pants,” she whispered in response.
“I won’t lie about that.”
“Ahem,” a deep voice came from the other side of the bar. Kyle looked up as Drea turned around to find Brig standing there. He pulled his hands away from her body at the same time she quickly pulled away from him, trying to pretend they weren’t twelve seconds from a lip lock.
Oh shit, how much did he see? Kyle thought.
“So, we were just wondering if shots were a possibility?” Brig asked, trying not to be awkward about disrupting them.
“Um, yeah, sure,” Drea answered. “We have some mini plastic cups, right here.” She knelt down to grab something underneath the sink. She stood up with a sleeve of shot-sized red Solo cups in her hand.
“Thanks.”
“Do you all want one? I’m not supposed to let you serve yourselves.”
The awkwardness was still there, and seemed to be growing by the minute, as the three of them stood there. Brig had clearly gotten an eyeful of his embrace with Drea and didn’t know what to say.
“You know what, dude, just take the bottle,” Kyle said, picking up the handle and passing it to Brig. “It’s just us out here—we won’t tell. Just don’t let any of them do anything stupid.”
“Sure thing,” Brig said, nodding. He turned to walk away and then pivoted back again to face them. “You know, you two could have just said something the other day. I’d never try to cut in on another dude’s woman. I don’t play that game.”
“Oh, no, Brig, it’s not what—” Drea started, stopping when Kyle put his arm around her shoulder.
“It’s just that we’re not really public information yet, and with her uncle on the boat, it wasn’t really…” he trailed off, hoping to make his meaning clear.
“I feel ya, dude. Just wanted to make sure there are no hard feelings.” He turned away fully this time and walked back toward the rest of the group.
“They’re fake, by the way,” Kyle said quietly, so only Drea could hear.
“Huh?”
“Staci’s ‘perfect,’ as you called them, boobs. They’re fake.”
“And you know this how?” Drea asked, skeptically.
“Dalton.”
The rest of the day proceeded without incident and, very thankfully, without puke. Brig seemed to be more than happy to cut off his buddies and the ladies who he felt had partaken enough.
