The Real Love

Bradley Weber smiled. It will be an epic week. Spring Break with his friends Casey and Ed wasn't exactly what he expected, especially since their destination was Myrtle Beach. Not quite Cancun, Miami or Acapulco, but hey, they're not here for the sun. They were there to party. They go there to party a bit more, and maybe meet some girls. After all, it's SPRING SPRING!

The party they're having, Brad watched wearily. They arrived on Friday morning, drunk, and partying with the youth of the University of Phoenix all night, but Ed was the only one to score. Or at least he's the only one who claims to have scored. If he did, Brad knew it would require divine intervention.

It's been a bad week and once again the three of them feel exhausted from all the activities they've been doing all week. After sleeping for a few hours, they arrived at Myrtle Waves Water Park.

Brad was too tired to do anything but lie down with his sunglasses, admiring the women passing by in their skimpy bikinis, but Ed and Casey slipped right away. It only took Ed half an hour to hobble again. Casey couldn't help but laugh as he recounted how Ed went down one of the slides after a girl in a bikini was hot and pushed so fast, he climbed over the edge, almost missed the ball, but injured his right leg in the process. treatment process.

Ed sits next to Brad as he listens to Ed complain about his injury when Casey does what Casey does, chasing some girls who are heading for the man-made river.

"You should put on your sunglasses, Ed," suggested Brad. "Some of the women who come here are fine. You can actually check them out."

His mate growls, so Brad shrugs and turns on his iPod, listening to music while admiring a particularly hot MILF in a red pantyhose and walking around.

About an hour passed and Casey finally returned, full of excitement, insisting that they came to see these girls from Berkeley University, down to New York City for spring break. He met them on the artificial river and chatted with them for forty minutes and they wanted to see Brad and Ed too.

Brad thought that sounded funny, so he nodded and hid his iPod under his briefcase, then stood up. according to Casey. Ed growled but joined them anyway. It took ten minutes of rowing to catch up with the four girls on the man-made river, and Casey introduced them as Jessica, Shanice, Julie, and Margarita.

"So I guess all your names are wrong?" Brad burst out laughing, receiving a burst of smiles from the girls.

"Well, if skinny bitches use fake names, it must have a reason, and that reason is a sin of the flesh," Ed said, prompting him to scowl from Casey. “I'm right, aren't I? "

" What a bloody bastard, the brunette called Julie mumbled.

Brad did the only thing he could think of to remedy the situation. He knocked over Ed's inflatable and threw it into the river.

Fortunately, all the girls laughed as he stammered and the tension eased. For the next two 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.

But because it was late afternoon, the girls announced that they had to go.

"You want to meet tonight at a party we're having? It'll be around midnight, if not too late," Julie said, placing her hand on Brad's.

"I think we should party then," he smirked. "Around where?"

"Join us at Club Boca. Do you know where it is?"

"Of course," he nodded. "We played it last night. Would you like to give me your number?"

She shook her head, but smiled. "Anyway, I didn't hear my phone. Maybe later,” she said with a wink.

"I can't wait," Brad replied.

As the girls descended the steps, Brad casually paddled his inflatable, watching them emerge from the water. Jessica was the first to step out, a slim blonde with a black bikini that made her skin look very pale, in second place was Shanice, a curvy black girl with a bright smile. and beautiful smooth hips, followed by Margarita, the most tanned. of the group.

Brad smiles, knowing why Casey hit her. By far, she has the best body of the bunch and is just a few inches taller. Long black hair tied in a ponytail, tight black bikini, solid, with a butt and face that reminded her of Jennifer Lopez. The last hangout was Julie, the girl he spent the last few hours chatting with. Her multicolored jersey is cut in red and yellow and flatters her figure quite clearly. She is of average height and has a fairly normal and comfortable figure without any excess fat, a nice butt, a nice cleavage and a nice pair of legs. Apparently she's practicing.

Although she's nothing fancy, Brad finds her the most attractive of the four.

Julie turned and waved at Brad.

"Remember. Midnight!"

“We'll be there,” he said, waving.

"Don't hesitate to drop your shower bag," she yelled and disappeared.

"Bastard is coming," Ed shouted loud enough for half the park to hear him.

Realizing everyone was looking at him, he mumbled, "Damn it," and threw himself into the water, the pipe and everything. Chapter

"Go!"

"He's a little bit creaky about this one," Casey admitted.

"I know," Brad growled.

Ed has been harassing them non-stop for the past hour about a strip club, but Brad and Casey are reluctant. It's not that Brad is against naked women writhing on top of him, it's the money they're going to spend.

Three times in the past two years, all three have been to strip bars and each time Brad and Casey have spent more than two hundred dollars each, while Ed has spent all he had and ended up relying on friends to take him home afterwards. Since they plan to go to clubs to meet girls later, Brad and Casey don't want to let go of Ed or they'll end up paying him for the night, which they desperately want to avoid.

“It's going to be fun, you bastard. Come on,” Ed repeated. “We're going to see boobs, hot ass, steamy cocks. Maybe even ask a few girls to give us a private gig, you know what I mean? "He winked.

Brad knew what he meant. He meant that Ed would wear his clothes. Last twenty dollars and Brad and Casey should wear a hundred each for the three of us to sit there and see. It's annoying to see two girls playing together for a few minutes, then there won't be enough money left to do other things at home. I want a break, and that doesn't happen with strippers,” Brad pointed out. “And, I want to meet the girls later. “How much money do you have left, Ed?” Brad asked.

"Two hundred and four dollars. We're leaving tomorrow, friends. Pick it up at eleven eleven," Ed said.

"I'll go if you give me a hundred and four dollars to hold you until we leave the strip club," Casey said after a moment.

"What? It can't be, you fucker," Ed blurted out. That's my money.

"Yes, but Casey is right," Brad argued quickly. then a taxi back here. Throw in some food tomorrow and you can't spend more than a hundred in a strip bar. " “One hundred and four dollars, please,” Casey said, holding out a hand.

"No way," Ed repeated.

"Yeah, I'm not leaving unless you give Casey the money," said Brad, crossing his arms.

"Or you can go out alone, go to a strip club, then wait for us to come in, but we won't give you a dime. Not even tomorrow," Casey adds. .

"You bastards. What are you doing?" Ed protested, but his protest collapsed soon after. "Okay, okay. One hundred and four dollars, but I want that damned blue back as soon as we leave the strip club, you bastard."

“Okay,” Casey shrugged as Brad smiled and walked into the bathroom to shower and shave. He wears shorts, shorts, sneakers and a polo shirt. He really wants to impress Julie tonight. Or what is his real name