Chapter 6

"A guy named Brad. There's just something about him,” she explained, shrugging. “I thought he was really sexy and when I danced for him I would get really wet. I even let him put his tongue in my pussy for a second. "

" Dirty bitch," laughed her friend

"Barely," replied Sahara. "But I made him ejaculate in his pants and then I told him it's rare I'm excited, but there's something about him that makes me do it."

"Looks like strippers," Anabeth smirked.

"Yes, I think that's what he thinks," admits Sahara. "The point is, if he shows interest, I'll give him my cell phone number, or I'll tell him to meet me here at closing time and he'll be in my bed in no time. now."

"If he was that sexy, I might have joined you," Anabeth replied with a wink.

"Oh, I know," Sahara smiled. “And now I will go to sleep alone. Night, Anabeth. Good night. "

" Me too, Peggy. "

The seven of them leave the club with Casey and Margarita as closely paired as Brad and Julie, while Ed tries to go anywhere with Jessica or Shanice unsuccessfully, but what he gets most is when he tries one of his chat lines and they just can't be stopped. laugh for a few minutes. Casey suggested he get in a taxi, but Ed wouldn't want to and if his friends went to the party, neither would he.

The walk to Julie's villa took about twenty minutes, and by the time we got there we were all feeling pretty drunk. When they opened the front door, Brad was really impressed. It has several bedrooms, a large living room, a swimming pool and a jacuzzi in the back.

Brad just shook his head as Ed headed straight for the pool, bombarding the flat surface of the mirror from as high as possible, fully clothed.

"What a fool," Julie laughed.

"He's a good guy," laughed Brad. "It's just... he's not tactful and there's no filter between his brain and his mouth, but if you need someone to support you, he'll be there."

"Looks like he's going to cause you more trouble than he isn't," she teased, taking his hand.

"He definitely has his moments," said Brad, smiling.

"Come on," Julie said, pulling her into one of the living rooms.

Brad's heart beat fast as he entered Julie's room. Typical of a girl in her twenties, clothes, shoes, magazines, and makeup everywhere.

"Nice and tidy," he laughs.

"There's a floor here somewhere," she said, shrugging. "And hope no more, sir," she added quickly. "I guess if we go swimming, you can pick a bikini for me to wear."

"Are you going to mold them for me?"

"No," she laughed. "But you get to choose what I'm going to wear, and maybe later I'll let you take it off."

"You're such a joke," he told her with a smile. "I can cope with this job."

“I think you can,” she laughs.

Julie rummaged through the floor, collecting various colored swimwear pieces and as she did, Brad looked around, spotting a rather fancy camera on one of the devices.

"Beautiful camera."

"Yeah, not too bad," she laughed. "I really like photography, but I don't want to carry a good camera with me. It's just a D80."

"I know it's Nikon, but I don't know another model," Brad smiled. "Sounds expensive."

Julie shrugged.

"The case isn't that expensive. The lenses are a bit more expensive, though. Twenty-eight to seventy, F two point eight."

Brad laughed.

"I don't know what all this means."

" This is not a standard lens that comes with the camera. It's like... specialist in portrait lenses," she explains. I earned a little side income from my photography job while in New York. Headshots of actors, company portraits, the like. It sponsors my hobby. "

" Very cool, "Brad mutters, really impressive." Is that what you do at Berkeley? "

She shook her head.

"No. Business school. It's really boring, so I can give up and do photography full-time."

"This is really cool."

Julie shrugged.

"Those are not all statements. Spent a lot of time in front of the computer editing. You have to really love her, lucky me. “

Brad fell in love with this side of Julie. This casual and artistic person was unwittingly concealed by him as a twenty-year-old club student on a spring break weekend.

“So what any?"

Brad looks at the three bikinis in his hand, one black, one silver, and the other blue and gold.He doesn't know about the style or the fit, but he thinks black and says it.

“Why black?” she asked, dropping the other two.

“I think it looks good with your hair,” Brad said honestly.

"I like that answer," she smiled as she stepped forward.

His lips found hers for a few intense seconds, then broke.

"Okay, keep going," she ordered, smiling.

He's coming to the door.

"Hey, I guess you don't have shorts that fit me, do you?"

Julie raised her eyebrows.

"Are you a commando?"

"Not by choice, but by fear."

"Ask Shanice. I think she accidentally wrapped her brother's shorts."

"See you in a minute," Brad nodded. "Hey, are you sure you don't need me to stay and monitor your changes?"

“Good things happen to those who wait,” she said, then raised her hand and pointed to the door. “Wait until that is the key word. Go out. ”

Brad closed the door, smiling. Shanice has a pair of shorts he can use, even though they're not for swimming but they do, so he jumps into the bathroom and changes. In the ten minutes he spent waiting for Julie, the three girls were all dressed and in the pool, while Casey simply undressed and dived into the pool after them.

Finally, Julie reappears and Brad goes with her to the pool, enjoying the sight of her in a black bikini. A fleeting memory popped into her head of Sahara, a stripper in black underwear, and the physical similarities between the two were numerous, but the small differences were more apparent at the same time.

Brad almost blurted out, 'You're sure you don't have a sister,' but realized that reminded her that he was thinking of a stripper, not her, who would probably be. not so good. He chooses to swim in the pool.