Sure enough, all four girls are standing at the elevators, and they positively glow with welcoming smiles when we walk up to them.
I get a funny feeling we weren’t the only ones talking about who we wanted to cozy up to, and that great minds must really think alike. As we say hello to the girls, everyone seems to move as though they rehearsed this encounter. Devin and the blue haired girl walk straight up to each other, the twins both accost Brent- who’d been moving in their direction as I expected- and I meet with the red-haired girl. Hell yeah.
She wraps her arms around my neck as though we were old friends, and I reply in kind, squeezing her oh so tightly, as if I was about to take Chassidy or Heather. She giggles in enjoyment.
Everyone breaks apart, almost at the same time.
“So,” the girl I’m with says, tracing her hand down my arm and to my waist and looking me up and down. “I’m Jasmine, but you can call me Jazz, errybody does. My two cousins here,” (she points to the twins, first green haired, then purple haired) “are Brianna and Ladaysha, and this is Celia,” she says as she indicates the tall girl with blue highlights. “And what’s your name, tiger?” Jazz purrs to me, her hands rubbing my shoulders.
“I’m Scott,” I reply, then Brent and Devin introduce themselves just as the elevator arrives and we all pile in and head down to the lobby. The girls are getting real cozy with us. Celia’s running her hands up and down Devin’s torso, both of the twins have attached themselves to Brent, and Jazz has positioned herself in front of me and is leaning back into my arms, her ass pressed against my crotch and her arms holding my hands to her abs.
I get the feeling me and Devin weren’t the only ones in this elevator looking for a good time with the opposite sex.
As we head down, Celia speaks. “So where are y’all from?” We tell her we’re from Georgia and are attending the same college. The twins share a smile when they find out Brent’s played wide receiver on the football team.
“What about you lovely ladies?” I ask them.
The elevator opens up and we leave as Jazz answers. “Pine Bluff, Arkansas. Not far from Little Rock.” She rubs her butt side to side against me. Somehow I don’t get rock hard right off the bat, but the erection is slowly starting.
“I’ve got no clue where either place is, but okay,” Brent says, and everyone chuckles.
LaDaysha answers this. “It’s kinda to the southeast of the state.”
When we get out on the sand, we all place down our towels in a rare open space just a few yards away from the water’s highest point: while PCB isn’t as crowded or wild as it had been in previous years, it is Spring Break for a lot of colleges and schools so there still isn’t a whole lot of room on the shore to claim for ourselves. Once we do get some room, and secure our things there, though, we head straight out into the chilly water, going until we’re a little over waist deep, then we get back to talking to learn more about each other.
Once waist deep, we all squat down until the water’s up to our necks, I notice that Devin and Brent’s girls sidle up real close to them, just as Jazz turns me to face her. With a smile, she wraps her arms around my neck, and her leg around my waist, bringing our private regions right up to each other. Our lips meet. Not long after that, I introduce my tongue to her’s. Our passionate kissing, along with the frequent rubbing going on between us under the water, quickly leads us into excitement: I’m rock hard, and I can feel Jazz’s heat emanating from her pussy.