“Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all, right? Let's not think too hard about leaving just yet, huh? I still wanna know how you wound up molesting me in my sleep.”

She giggled and continued, "Anyway, you got morning wood and began grinding it into my ass. I actually thought you were waking up and started rubbing myself thinking we'd start something. But when I twisted back to look, you seemed to be having an erotic dream, and I decided to make it a reality."

"Mmm, good idea." I kissed her again. We had a pleasant Little makeout session for a few minutes, but eventually my shrinking dick slipped out from her sodden snatch, so got up, got dressed, and headed out to join the others.

As it turned out though, the house was empty. Belle had left us a note saying that they'd gone to get brunch downtown at a place Holly recommended and that if we got up in time we could meet them.

By the time we arrived, the other girls were already wrapping up the end of their meal. Alice and I picked up bagels and coffee to go, and then the whole gang headed down to the Beach Boardwalk for our Last full day in town.

While the whole BTC had come to the amusement park Last summer, Naimh and I had visited in January just the two of us. I still vividly remembered basking in the jealous stares of other guys gawking at my ridiculously hot redhead wrapped around my arm wearing a white sleeveless top with a mock turtleneck and Daisy Duke jean shorts.

Today, though, the collective BTC quite literally stopped traffic.

No, I'm serious. At one point, we were waiting to cross the street at an intersection, and even though they had a green light, two cars actually stopped and blocked both Lanes, their drivers gesturing for us to go ahead. The fact that four out of the seven girls had decided to wear bikini tops instead of shirts on this warm spring day probably had something to do with it. Belle's and Zofi's tank tops were only slightly less revealing, and Alice's skintight surfer's rash guard made the size of her big rack quite obvious, even if not exposed.

We made even more of an impression once we actually got to the

Boardwalk itself. People coming in the opposite direction would quite literally stop walking and gawk at us. Crowds parted Like the Red Sea in front of us, only to close in close behind. Speaking of close behind, I hung back, letting the Awesome Power of Cleavage™ clear the road while making sure no stupid assholes tried to get cute with the girls from behind. Fortunately, we made it through the day unscathed.

The girls wasted money on carnival games trying to win cheap stuffed animals. Fortunately, since I wasn't anyone's official boyfriend none of them demanded I win them a fluffy unicorn or anything. We rode the

Giant Dipper rollercoaster and I may have tweaked my neck a bit trying to ogle the way Sam's humongous tits elevated in her black bikini at the top of each little hill in the seat beside me. We flew through the air on the Sea Swings; I was able to swing my seat over far enough to actually hold hands a little bit with Zofi on one side of me, but no matter how hard Belle tried we couldn't quite reach. And I had an impromptu makeout session with Holly on the Sky Glider.

We played mini-golf inside Neptune's Kingdom; I tried to keep score but that became an exercise in futility by the third hole with all the mulligans, simultaneous play, and "foot wedges". We got corn dogs and lemonade. We rode the carousel. And we finished the afternoon out on the beach, but returned to the house well before sunset.

The girls collectively decided on ordering Chinese food take out and finishing the rest of our alcohol. Holly and I had bought enough to last us for four nights, but since we'd more or less skipped Tuesday night coming back from the Big Sur trip so late, we still had a LOT leftover.

So we drank.

A lot.

And we flirted.

A lot.

And we talked.

A lot.

And you remember how I said we never really played Truth or Dare because the BTC didn't really keep secrets from each other? Well, just because they didn't keep secrets didn't mean they didn't filter themselves from just saying whatever popped into their pretty little heads all the time.

But... well... we drank.

A lot.

And when you drink a lot, sometimes things people wouldn't ordinarily say...

Well, they get said.