Chapter 2: Beach Day
[3rd Person PoV]
On a warm summer day, a group of teens were hanging out at the Santa Monica Beach in California. The guys were playing a little game of 3 on 3 throwing around the football while the girls were lying down on towels or beach chairs soaking in the summer sun. The receiver on the left side ran a slant route over the middle and the QB threw the ball to him. He caught the ball for a 7 yard gain but then was tagged out by the defensive back that was defending him.
A phone began to ring in one of the bags near the girls. Hadley Smith, dressed in a two-piece black bikini, rummaged through the bags until she found the phone. It belonged to her boyfriend Jordan Baker. "Jordan! Someone's calling you!" she yelled out to him.
Jordan jogged over to her, grabbed his phone from her and answered. "Yo, who is this?"
"Ayoooooooooooo! I'm back in town bro, where's the party at?
"Uh… I think you got the wrong number dude I don't know who this is," Jordan said in confusion.
"Bro it's Michael... Michael Richards! We used to play football against each other?"
"Yo! Mikey! What's it been, man, like four years?"
"Something like that. I've been in Europe and shit, you know. What's the moves man, I'm not tryna sit in my hotel for the next week," Michael said over the phone with a grin.
"Some friends and I are hanging out at Santa Monica Beach, I'll send you our exact location on Google Maps, pull up."
"Fasho, I'll be there."
They hung up their phones and Michael changed into a swimsuit and a polo shirt. He packed a spare change of clothes and sandals, then went down to the Hotel parking lot to retrieve his car and drive over to the beach.
As Michael was getting ready to head to the beach, Jordan went back over to continue the game of 3 on 3 with his boys. "Everything good?" Beverly Hills High wide receiver Asher Adams asked him.
"Yeah, an old friend is coming over this way."
"He play football?"
Jordan nodded his head. "Yeah, I mean he used to, but he's been in Europe so who the hell knows." They got back in formation and ran another play.
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Michael pulled into the beach parking lot and was lucky to spot a family leaving, as every other spot was taken. He waited for them to back out and then took the spot. He stepped out and began to walk towards the exact spot Jordan had sent him on his phone. He spotted the Santa Monica Pier to his left, a place that was always busy in the summer.
He stood to wait for a couple seconds at the two-lane walkway that people would ride bikes and roller skate up and down. He checked out a group of three girls that were roller skating past him in their tiny bikinis and they checked him out as well. He had already taken his shirt off to show off his muscular body, he hadn't spent all that time in the gym to not show it off.
Having spent so much time over in Europe he forgot just how long American men wore their swim trunks. While you wouldn't think it if your first impression of Americans were those three girls on the skates earlier who wore thong bikinis that were swallowed up by their asses, but Americans could be quite puritanical in some regards.
Most of the other men he saw on the beach as he walked towards Jordan and his friends, wore long swim trunks that went down to their knees. But Michael was not shy about his body whatsoever, so he wore a pair of red two-inch inseam trunks he bought from parke & ronen, OluKai flip flops, and Garrett Leight Ryder S sunglasses.
As he made his way closer to the group he was first spotted by one of the girls, Kelly Ha, a seventeen-year-old Chinese American student at Beverly Hills High dressed in a black two-piece bikini from La Perla. "Oh my god! Who the fuck is that?" She said as she pulled down her yellow cara oval sunglasses from Linda Farrow.
The girls turned their heads to the left and spotted Michael sporting some of the shortest shorts they had ever seen a man wear. As their eyes scanned every inch of his body from his six pack abs to his muscular bicep and legs, to the charming smile he flashed them all. "Meeeoww," one of the girls said.
"Helloooo ladies," he said as he finally made it to the destination on his phone. "Are you girls here with a Mr. Jordan Baker? I've been trying to reach him about his car's extended warranty,"
Mike's corny joke elicited a few giggles from some of the girls. Layla Keating, a pretty, mixed race black girl wearing a white one-piece swimsuit and multiple necklaces, the closest girl to him stuck out her hand for a handshake as Mike crouched down so he could be eye level with the girls. "So, you must be this mystery friend Jordan told us about," Layla began to say as they shook hands, "my name's Layla, nice to meet you–"
"Michael."
"Nice to meet you Michael," she said.
A chorus of greetings and hellos rang out from the five girls as they all sized him up, some with lust in their eyes.
"Hi! I'm Hadley, Jordan's girlfriend."
"Lucy. JJ's 'sometimes' girlfriend," a blonde girl in a green bikini said without looking up from her phone.
The last two girls at the far end were Kelly Ha and Camila Costa. Camila was the one girl that Michael couldn't take his eyes off of. While all of the five girls were gorgeous, they looked like models or beautiful actresses you would see in a TV show, Camila had something that none of the other girls had. Something that Michael preferred in his women. To put it bluntly, she was THICCC.
The other girls looked like the skinny supermodel type that only ate rabbit food, while Camila looked like a former fat girl that hit the gym last year and recently got in shape. She had the largest breasts, the thickest thighs, and a juicy booty that Michael couldn't help but stare at as she lay down on her beach towel on her stomach.
"I'm Camila, but all my friends call me Cami," she said with a seductive smile. She was satisfied that such a sexy guy couldn't help himself but stare at her body.
And finally, the last one spoke, "I'm Kelly, nice to meet you."
At the same time Jordan had just thrown the ball that was caught by Asher Adams. As Asher was making his way back to the rest of the guys, he noticed a tall muscular man crouched next to his girlfriend Layla. The ever-jealous Asher was pissed off that some random dude was macking on his girl, so instead of throwing the ball back to Jordan, he threw it towards the stranger hoping to hit him.
Luckily Michael saw the ball hurling towards him in his peripheral vision and reacted just in time. He turned and caught the ball. "Nice throw bro!" He said without a care in the world and threw it back to Jordan. His throw was better than Asher's as it flew in the air with a perfect spiral and a lot more speed.
"Mmmmmn. Another hot football player. Sploosh," Camila whispered to Kelly.
"Oh, shut up."
"Bet you I fuck him before you."
"Bitch you're on," Kelly whispered back.
Jordan caught the perfect pass thrown to him. "What the fuck was that, Ash?" Jordan said as Asher made his way back over to him.
"What is that your friend? Fuck him, he's hitting on my girl, dude."
"You're trippin' Ash, he's just introducing himself to everyone, ya know, like a normal person? Dumbass." Jordan shoved the football into Asher's stomach and jogged off towards Michael and the girls.
"Yoooooo!" Jordan made it over to Michael and they dapped each other up and patted each other on the back. "Damn nigga you got tall! I remember when you was shorter than me," Jordan said.
"Late growth spurt, I guess that's what a healthy diet of fish, potatoes, and baked beans will do to a nigga," Michael said with a grin and the two shared a laugh.
Jordan stood at 6'2 (187.96 cm) while Michael was 6'3 (190.5 cm).
"Bro, that was a great pass, good to see you didn't lose your step being stuck in a place without any real football," Jordan said.
"Oh yeah man, I used to throw the ball all the time by myself into a practice net. I always knew I'd be back, gotta show you who the better QB is bruh,"
"Ohhh very funny, you got jokes too," he starts to say as he backs up and beckons him with an arm wave, "well come on man show us what you got."
"Fasho, I'll be there, just give me a minute," Mike says. He pulls out a small tube of SPF 50 sunscreen made by La Roche-Posay and asks, "Can anyone help get my back?"
Kelly and Camila share a look for a split second before Kelly moves her hand over Cami's mouth to block her from speaking, she shoots up her other hand and with a way too over eager voice shouts, "I WILL!"
The other girls give them a stare, judging them over their antics and Kelly rises to her feet and awkwardly coughs and then tries to say in a more nonchalant voice, "I mean… I will, Michael. Come on over here." She grabs him by the hand and leads him over to her beach towel and has him lie down on his stomach. She straddles his back and begins to apply the sunscreen taking her time to linger on his muscular back.
"Soooo, Jordan tells us you're from England?" Camila asks, trying to be the first one to strike up a conversation with him.
"He's not from England stupid, you can tell by his accent he's American," Kelly says.
Michael cut in to stop them from fighting further, "Yeah I was born in Louisiana, lived in Texas for a bit then mostly in California, and then for the past four years I was in England."
Kelly moved on to Michael's arms, taking her sweet time to apply the sunscreen so she could feel up every inch of his body.
Michael spoke up so all of them could hear him, "Hey now that I think about it, where is Olivia? She didn't come with you guys?" Olivia Baker was Jordan's twin sister. Olivia had been crushing on him for years a long time ago.
Mike noticed the awkward faces of some of the girls, like they had a secret that they didn't feel comfortable saying. "Uhmmm… about that she's actually taking some time off, she's away at–" Layla tried to make an excuse for her, but she was interrupted.
"She's at rehab," Lucy said, still not taking her eyes off of her iPhone 5.
"Seriously?" Layla asks in disbelief.
"What… he woulda found out eventually, gosh."
"Oh, damn well uh… I hope she gets better," Mike says.
"Turn around," Kelly commands him, finally finishing up with his back, arms and legs.
Mike turns around to his back, with Kelly now sitting on his crotch. "Thanks for the help, Kelly, I can do my front though." He takes hold of her by her waist and is about to lift her off of him but then she lightly slaps his hands away.
"No, no! Nonsense… I'll take care of you." Kelly says.
Camila comes over to the two on her knees, "WE! We will take care of you," she says as she attempts to grab hold of the sunscreen from Kelly's hands.
Kelly yanks it back before she can grab it and Camila 'falls' over landing with her boobs on Mike's face, "Ooooh, ahhhhh. Cramp, cramp. I can't move, sorry Michael, I think I need to rest here for a bit."
"Mmmf mmmmf mhmmmf." He tries to speak, but no one could understand what he is saying as he is being suffocated by Cami's tits.
Kelly shoves Cami off of him, "Get off him! I have to get his face too!"
Layla and Hadley roll their eyes at the two's antics.
"Sluts," Lucy scoffs in a whispered voice.
Cami eventually gets the sunscreen bottle and the two of them begin to rub Michael's chest all over.
"Hey lover boy! Hurry up and get over here!" Jordan shouts.
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