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DAY 1
Florida. Spring break. He took a deep breath as he stood at the hotels entrance, admiring the view of several groups of girls only wearing bikinis walking down the street toward the beach. Now Dwight Stifler was not a man, who would ever let a chance of getting laid pass him by, but he was also experienced enough, and he had had a lot of practice, not to jump at any pair of boobs he saw. Though they were the reason he was here. He didn't always go on spring break, but this year the whole college had almost emptied as people had sought a place to escape the weather back home. He looked at the map in his hand to figure out where to go to first.
"Hey guys come on! The ladies are waiting for us!" he turned and yelled back into the building, where his fellow Beta brothers were getting their room key, some had chosen to share a room, like him, since they didn't expect to really use it for anything but a change of clothes, and others had just gotten a room of their own to bring the girls back there. That was the reason for this trip. Ladies. He squeezed his eyes as he tried to look through the sunlight into the dark lobby and see what took them so long. As he took a step back to get a better view, he had forgotten to take precaution to the small step, and as he turned to break fall with his hands, he stumbled into something. Or rather someone. With a loud "Huff" they both fell to the ground. He tried to wipe of the dust from the road as he stood up, and then reached out to help the person he had fallen into. His gaze met a cleavage. Not that the boobs were large, but his experiences eye quickly noticed that they weren't held up by a bra, which always excited him. Like all men he had a thing for great breasts.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, miss." He said as he helped her stand up again, meanwhile he quickly scanned the girl's appearance. She had dark short hair, she was a few inches shorter than him, with a slim waist but round hips. Her eyes were green and had laughter in them. Her mouth was red and heart shaped even when she was smiling, as she was to him right now.
"No, no it's okay. Don't worry about it." She took a hold of her small green suitcase again, and lifted her back bag. "Though you might want to put something on your knee." She pointed at him, and he looked down, he had scratched himself pretty good, and was now bleeding. 'Damn.' He thought to himself, 'not particularly charming, unless…' just as he was about to ask her if she would take care of a wounded man, he got tackled from behind. Eric, his cousin, Cooze, and Bull were apparently gotten their keys and were now roaring of their impatiens and expectations in conquests. As he got the guys of his back, he looked for the girl, but she had disappeared. With a shrug of his shoulders he turned to the guys who seemed overexcited about being here, even though they were Betas. He told them as he grabbed a water bottle from Eric's hand and poured over his knee to cleanse the wound.
"Stifler, come on!" Cooze argues. "This is like paradise for us. The girls will practically be lining up for us, and you of all are telling us to chill out?" Dwight sighs and puts on his Miyagi voice, that's what he had choose to call it himself, because he sometimes felt he had to guide these guys a little more than necessary. It was easier with Wesley, his best friend, who was sure of himself, and whom Dwight saw as an equal when it came to being a ladies man.
"Young ones." He proclaimed and took a theatrical intake of air and then continued, "The impatient man might get the first girl, but she isn't necessary the best." Then he laughed and grabbed a hold of his cousin's neck. "Besides this young man is in need of guidance since he hasn't been with a girl since the last dumped him… when was it, oh right, six months back." Eric ducked; he knew the speech that was coming. "You lack some of the main Beta values when it comes to women. But don't worry. I will be your guide and give you the tools to get laid."
Cooze nodded in agreement to Dwight and added, "Dude we are gonna get so much ass, that we shouldn't be able to walk when we are done!"
"YEAH!" Bull and some of the others Beta brothers shouted. Dwight considered them with a satisfied look. This was going to be the greatest spring break ever, and if he had to push some of his cousin's boundaries to get him laid, he would do it.
"Hey guys…" The speaker was Dwight best friend through all the college years, Wesley, a person one wouldn't believe at first to be a Beta with his well combed hair and pretty manners, but his brothers knew better. Dwight gave him a nod. "Hey, are you ready to go?" Wesley shook his head. "You just go on ahead and text me where we are going to eat. I'll meet you there."
"You sure? We don't mind waiting." It wasn't unlike Wesley to be considerate of others, but it couldn't take that long to get the key to his room, could it?
"Yeah, I'm sure. I'll see you guys there. Oh and don't forget to pick a place with a view." The last part was said with a slight smugly grin on Wesley's face. The other guys laughed. They all knew what he meant with the view.
They led Bull choose the restaurant they were going to eat at, and took seat at a large round table. Dwight was feeling generous and ordered beer for everyone. They had all agreed to be big spenders on their first night in town, and the restaurant wasn't far away from their hotel and it had a terrace with a view overlooking the beach half a mile in each direction. They had not forgotten Wesley wish either. Down at the beach several girls were still sunbathing, many topless, and others were engaging in a set of volleyball not far from where they were placed.
Bull always found the best places to eat. Though he could seem like a caveman with his very direct approach and much unsophisticated manners, actually he often seemed like the exact opposite to Wesley; Dwight enjoyed the guy's attitude towards everything. In fact Dwight enjoyed these guys' company a lot. His late bloomer cousin, the sex obsessed Cooze, and Bobby, who even though he had had a steady girlfriend through all the years, still knew how to party. Then there were Bull and Wesley who Dwight had known since they pledged together for the Beta house four years ago. Ah, as times and women has passed, friends would always remain. He leaned back with a smile on his face, which was also due to the volley ball playing girls down at the beach. One girl, who was going all in the game, had not tied her bikini top properly, and as she swung her arm for a serve, one boob popped out. Eric, who was also admiring the girls playing, coughed some of his beer up again, when he saw the boob escaping its prison. Cooze laughed and patted Eric's back. Dwight sighed.
"See… that is one of your problems. You can't even look at a tit anymore. How are you going to fuck anyone, if you faint when they get undressed?" Cooze, perverted mind as always was quick to reply to this.
"Well, technically she wouldn't have to get all undressed, I mean… haven't we all done a quickie somewhere?" Eric cleared his throat at the thought of a quickie. Dwight leaned back in his seat again. He needed Wesley for this project. Then he thought of an idea.
"Listen Eric, I will make sure that you will get laid tonight, if you promise to follow whatever advice we give you, okay?" Just then came Bull back from the bar, sat down next to Dwight and displayed a napkin with a phone number on it. They all turned toward bar and saw a stunning, long legged, blonde, who was finger waving back at Bull. He just smiled back and then took a big gulp of his beer, and the others watched as the girl giggled and turned towards the bar again.
"Man, if Bull can get a girl like that, no offence Bull." Cooze had turned to Eric again, but quickly and apologetic looked at Bull, who just replied with a minor shrug, and which made Cooze continue. "You got to pull yourself together, man."
"Guys, guys…" Dwight spread his arms out to get everyone attention again. "Here is what I propose. I will make sure you get laid tonight. In fact I am so sure that it will happen, that I am not going to sleep with anyone today until you do!" this time the others were all choking on their beer.
"WHAT?" Cooze half screamed jumping up from his chair, "Do you know what you saying?" Dwight didn't let their reaction get to him.
"Hey, chill, I only said tonight, after midnight I can roam free again." He smirked at his cousin shocked face. "But let's see if we can't make it happen before that. Don't want the ladies to be missing out, right guys?" Eric on the other hand wasn't screaming but instead just looking down at his beer, with a gloomy look.
"It's okay, you don't have to do that, I don't wanna hold you back." Dwight snorted.
"That's not the spirit I was hoping for. Come on! I promise, I will dedicate tonight to mentoring you, and I even believe in your success so much that I won't disappear with any girl until you're ready. Eh?" he finished looking overexcitingly at the now shyly smiling blue eyed boy opposite of him at the table. "Okay, deal." Eric finally said.
"Yeah!" Cooze patted his back again, this time more of excitement.
Dwight looked around. "But first let's get some food… anyone know what's taking Bobby and Wesley so long?"
Cooze was snickering. Dwight sighed inside, that boy got drunk on half a pint. "Well we all know what Bobby is doing. Or who…" Cooze said.
Eric continued. "Yeah, he said they were going to start the vacation with good inauguration. Afterwards Margie was going to meet up with some girlfriends and Bobby would come join us." He turned towards the table, instead of looking down at the volley girls and said with a smirk. "Maybe Wesley is getting laid too, that's why he is taking so long and why he sent us on ahead." Dwight furrowed his forehead. Not that that scenario wasn't possible, it just wasn't like Wesley not to tell.
Cooze jumped in, "Oh yeah, probably with that petite cure girl who passed us when we left." He tried to say it with a French accent, putting extra focus on "petite".
"Wesley will be here in a minute." Bull suddenly said while showing his phone. "He'd just texted me."
Eric interrupted looking at Cooze. "She wasn't French."
"She could be." Cooze insisted. "You saw her short hair. You know European women are more open-minded, spirited and…"
"But I heard her talk, didn't sound French."
"Alright then," Dwight stopped the two, "let's just wait for Wes…" But he paused as he heard a familiar voice approaching.
"Dude, seriously? You aren't going to hit on any girl until Eric gets laid? That's some conviction you got." Wesley had showed up, with a grin on his face. "You think our young padawan is ready for the big advice?" he patted Dwight's back as he sat down next to him and Bull, and nodded to the other guys at the table.
Dwight, who had placed his chin on his hands, was looking at Eric and wondered. "No." he said in reply to Wesley. He could see how Eric sighed in resignation. "Not yet at least. But after we are done eating we should be a lot farther with him than he could ever imagine. He just finished his sentence when Bobby showed up with a cheerful smile of someone getting laid frequently. He looked around and noted that the others hadn't ordered their food yet.
"So? Guys are we going to eat?" He nodded around in encouragement and the others replied with a smile. Cooze said: "Someone got an appetite worked up?" This time the whole table laughed, they all knew that Bobby always got hungry right after sex.
After they finished eating, and all sat back with their full stomachs, Dwight raised his glass to the others. "Here's to a great spring break." The others raised their glasses as well; all of them had been drinking quite a lot of beers except Wesley, who had said that he wouldn't miss spring break by leaving the country in his drunken state. Knowing very well how likely it was for him to do something outlandish, they had all agreed on leaving him with his sodas.
"Hear, hear!" they all said.
As he sat down again he looked at Eric. "Now my dear young padawan," he pronounced "are you ready to get laid?" Eric having downed quite a few glasses of beer, had grown more brave, and slammed his hand down at the table. "Damn right I am!"
Bull who had been eyeing the girl from the bar, who now had met up with some of his girlfriends asked; "do you need me for this?" Dwight shook his head.
"Nah, man we're good. Go enjoy!" the last was said with a big smirk on his face. Cooze, who also had gotten the attention from a girl, also got up.
"Where are you going?" Eric asked. Cooze just smiled and pointed at one of the girls glancing back at him. "You got Yoda and Obi Wan Kenobi here." He said continuing the padawan joke. "You don't need me right now." Bobby also got up. "Sorry man, but I'll meet up with you later." And then they left Eric at the table to be mentored.
Wesley and Dwight moved closer and placed themselves right in front of Eric, clearing the table from their dishes. "Now first we are going to be asking you some questions to figure out where you actually are experience wise. Then we'll know what to do with you." He waved to get the attention of a waiter and then ordered a round of Black Death shots. Eric watched as the waiter placed the shots in front of the two guys. Wesley ordered himself a virgin drink to "show support". He was actually doing pretty good avoiding alcohol, Dwight thought to himself. Normally he would seem more tempted to try a beer, but he hadn't tonight.
"The rules are simple, if you answer is ridiculous you'll drink." He told his cousin while rearranging the small glasses on the table. Eric swallowed but nodded in acceptance.
Both Dwight and Wesley began asking more and more detailed questions to Eric regarding things he has tried sexually, things he wanted to try and where he had failed in the past. Dwight even took a shot once, regretting it with the awful aftertaste of tabasco. They soon realized that Eric's problem wasn't as much lack of trying as it was lack of confidence built up from whenever he failed. The two older guys looked at each other and their eyes said it all. Dwight nodded to Wesley to be the one to speak.
"All right. Listen closely. You got to believe in yourself. How are you going to convince any girl that you're a catch, if I may speak on girls' terms, if you can't even convince yourself? Some are born with it, like Dwight, some like us needs to realize that we can do it. It happened to me in junior year in high school, and when it did…" Eric finished his sentence, "you got laid?"
Eric leaned back in his chair and speculated for a while on this, and then he said, "Was that the big advice of yours?" Dwight shook his head, but Wesley was to one who answered. "No, but it needs a confident man to make it work." He leaned in and said confidentially, "It's actually okay knowing, you aren't perfect in bed, but the trick is to still try and make it perfect." Here Dwight leaned in also and added. "I just try to have fun during sex. If something weird happens, I don't freak out, I just… you know... roll with it... unless of course it's disgusting."
Eric nodded as he listened. It did make sense to him what they were telling him. It was the doing in practice that was difficult.
The party was already well underway when they arrived. They entered onto a heightened terrace so they had the complete view of the dance floor. It was a school uniform theme party, but the Beta boys had not done much out of it. They wore casual shorts, white shirts and the ties from their uniform. Many of the partying girls on the other hand had done way more with their costume, some better than others. Dwight quickly noticed a group of girls all wearing marine coloured bikinis, white knee stockings and marine coloured ties, properly their school uniform's colour.
"Please excuse me," said Wesley with a smirk as he moved towards the bikinis. Dwight snorted as he remembered his promise not to hit on a girl until Eric found one.
"So? You see anything you like?" Dwight asked. Eric grinned.
"Definitely!" they both leaned against the railing and admired all the half-naked chicks dancing for a while, as Dwight thought it be best to give Eric a few seconds to get ready. Then suddenly a voice behind them said.
"Are you Eric Stifler?" They both turned around and saw three girls dressed in hot pants and shirts which were shortened to show their stomachs. The one who had spoken were the one in front, and as she asked she twirled a curl around her finger, while licking her lip. Dwight could feel all activity disappear from his cousin's brain, so he quickly patted his back and said to the girl.
"You got him, it's him right here." Eric stumbled forward almost into the arms of the girl. She giggled.
"Do you wanna dance?" Still speechless Eric did manage to nod and to Dwight disappointment the two other girls followed him to the dance floor. But to his astonishment, all three of them seemed to be interested in his cousin.
"What the hell?" he said it out loud, but the music were playing to loud so the people next to him didn't hear him or react to it. He placed himself against the railing as he looked over the dance floor, he saw as Wesley took off with a red head, from the bikini group, and he noticed that neither Bobby, Cooze nor Bull had arrived at the party. Figures, he thought to himself as he searched for Eric again, they're probably getting laid right now. When his eyes spotted his cousin his jaw dropped. Being a Stifler is one thing, and he knew there were some reputation to hold up to, but that his innocent cousin Eric was the one making out with not just one but two girls? That surprised even him. At the dance floor, Eric had forgotten all about his cousin, as the girl who had asked him to dance had started to kiss him, and at the same time could he feel one of the other girls' tongue on his neck. It was this scenery that had Dwight look in awe.
"Hi!" a voice he faintly recognised spoke behind him. He turned to see the short haired girl from the hotel observing him. She had a smirk on his face, why he couldn't tell, but he did know he liked what she was wearing. She had changed into a short skirt, and put on a low buttoned shirt with which she had rolled the sleeves up to her elbows, and tied the end of the shirt together at a knot just under her breast. This time he saw that she was wearing a bra as a bit of lace was visible under the shirt. She raised her eyebrow as he didn't respond. He quickly shook off his surprise with Eric and seeing her again, as he gave her a classic Stifler smile. His quick assessment of her was that she wasn't one for dirty talk, and that he should instead woo her with his charm.
"Well, hello again to you. And this time we are bumping into each other in more pleasant way than before, I might add." He gave her all her charm; after all, he had tumbled into her making her fall to the ground. She laughed,
"Yes this is nicer, meeting you this way. How is your knee?" he blinked a few times before he realised what she referred to, he had forgotten all about the wound from the fall, he looked down at it.
"It's good, thank you for asking…" he got interrupted as someone tried to pass through them, and in their drunken state ended up pushing her into him. She chuckled as he let go of her again, when the group had moved by.
"Seems like we have to fall into each other some way or another?"
He smiled. "Heh. Seems like it. I'm Dwight by the way." She smiled back smugly. "Oh, I know," When he looked at her conspicuously, she added, "We go to the same college." She pointed at the pin on her shirt, which he now noticed matched his own, except it was without the Beta logo on top.
"I'm Anne." She said. "Well, hello Anne." Another group of drunken people tried to walk past the two, but ended up bumping into the two again. Anne took a step closer to Dwight again trying to avoid being trampled down, as he held his arms out to prevent the group from stepping on her. As she got close to him, he thought he would give it a try.
"You know, it's kinda crowded here, what do you say to go back to my room, it's nice and quiet and we can get to know each other real good there. Anne leaned her head back and laughed indicating that that was not going to happen, much to his disliking. He was just about to open his mouth when she took a step away from him again and examined him - then she pouted her lips.
"Let's see what you got." His eyebrow shot up, but he couldn't help but to smile. She obviously didn't plan on letting it be easy for him, but he liked the challenge. She then extended her hand towards him and gave him a courtesy glare. "Wanna dance?"
He took her hand kissing it, while he bowed. "With pleasure." He said with a smirk.
