David had never given much priority to outdoor recreation. A slight bookish man with glasses, scrawny legs, and a pigeon chest, he was not one to indulge often in such activities as hiking, boating, and sunbathing. He was not built for sports and burned easily; his blood was too thin to endure the extreme cold one might encounter on the ski slopes; and he got winded with minimal effort. He didn't like bugs (unless they were under a microscope in a controlled environment), and the weather was too unpredictable. One minute it might be warm and sunny, the next cool and rainy. David did not like unpreictabily. In fact, he was something of a stickler for consistency. That was one of the reasons he enjoyed science so much: It was a rigid and logical discipline, and all changes were achieved through clear and rational avenues. Even though it progressed, the logic behind it remained the same: The Laws of Physics were inalterable, and once you understood relativity, you knew what to expect from the universe.
More or less.
If given the choice, David would stay inside and study, for in study, he was at his happiest. Since becoming an adult, however, he didn't have much say in how he spent his time. One must work to support themselves and David worked at the research center at Royal Woods University, his alma mater. He spent his days in a laboratory, working with medical and biological samples, and rarely had time to "get out." He was fine with that; he had weekends to study and read, and enjoyed the structure of his job.
But there was a down side.
Every year, he was forced to take two weeks' paid vacation. During that time, he would gorge himself on books and critical theory until his brain felt swollen.
Then day two would end and he would have twelve whole days worth of time to fill.
When he was younger, he may have enjoyed having so much time to himself, but after working for three years, it bothered him.
This year, his vacation time came up at the end of June. His boss, thinking he was doing David a favor, started it on Monday the 24, that way David would also have the weekend beforehand. Instead of fourteen days, then, it would, in effect, be sixteen.
That Saturday, David met with his friends Lisa and Darcy at the cafe in Royal Woods where they lunched once a week. Lisa worked for a top secret government installation on the Upper Peninsula and Darcy managed a chain of hair and nail salons throughout Royal County. Both were tall and well proportioned women with stately figures and large busts. Both were single and attractive, and Daivd had long harbored desires for both of them, but had never acted on them.
He vented about being forced to take vacation, and Lisa nodded in sympathy. "I was forced to take time off as well. I currently have five days before I may return to my work. It's most irritating."
"I'm taking vacation this week," Darcy said. "We should totally do something."
Darcy, unlike David and Lisa, was not academically inclined. She was, to put it politely, an average young woman with the thoughts and tastes of an average young woman. She liked fashion, music, and partying.
It was her who suggested that they go to the beach. Lisa was reluctant to agree, but was easily convinced. With the two of them pushing for it, David didn't hold out long.
Therefore, on Tuesday morning, the three of them piled into Lisa's Prius and set off for Colonial Beach on the shore of Lake Michigan. The day was hot and dry, and sweat trickled down the back of David's neck; Darcy, ever the free spirit, insisted on forsaking the A/C and rolling the windows down. Something about it being more natural and "organic." David was not a big proponent of the organic. As a scientist, he believed that man can, and should, make improvements on nature. His position had been borne out time and again to the point where he didn't have to argue it, he needed only to point to things like air conditioning, life saving medications, and irrigation.
That argument would fall of deaf ears with Darcy, so he didn't even try it. He simply said, "It's hot back here."
"I'll drive faster to increase the airflow," Lisa said archly.
"That would be appreciated," David said.
Lisa pressed her foot to the gas and the car launched forward with a low vroom. David's heart jumped into his throat and he grasped the overhead handhold. "Slow down! You're going to kill us!"
Both Lisa and Darcy laughed. "I thought you wanted us to go faster," Darcy said teasingly.
"I want the air on, actually," David said. "It's hot and bugs keep getting in through the windows."
"Oh, where's your sense of adventure?"
"I left it at work," David said, and even though he said that simply to have the last word, it was somewhat true. He had left his sense of humor at work.
"You're a spoil sport," Darcy said.
"I concur," Lisa said.
An hour later, they pulled into Colonial Beach, a charming village of antiquated buildings on a maze of narrow, shaded streets. A wide strip of sandy shoreline edged the crystal blue water of Lake Michigan and towering white clouds filled the hazy sky. People in bathing suits and colorful summer clothes thronged the sidewalks and crowded the patios of restaurants and cafes. Darcy turned onto a side street and navigated into the parking lot of a two story Days Inn overlooking the boardwalk. She went inside and got them a room. "I could only afford one," she said when she came out, "but David won't mind sleeping on the floor. Will you, David?"
"I suppose," David said. As a matter of fact, he did mind sleeping on the floor. Hard surfaces hurt his back and made it hard to sleep. However, he he brought a fan and a humidifier, so he should be able to sleep fairly well.
They parked near the pool and carried their luggage up to the room. It was small and sparsely furnished with a single bed, a dresser, and a desk. The decor was dated and the television was one of those big, clunky circa 2000 models that required three people to carry. Darcy and Lisa tossed their bags onto the bed and Darcy went to the window, pulling back the ugly brown curtain. "Let's unpack and get to the beach," she said, barely able to contain her excitement.
"First," Lisa said, "I require sustenance."
"I as well," David chimed in. "I'm beginning to feel faint."
They adjourned to a Chinese restaurant across the street. They sat at the bar, and Lisa and Darcy ordered a pitcher of margaritas. They offered him one and he declined. "I don't drink alcohol," he said.
"You're such a stick in the mud," Darcy said. "Have one, it won't kill you."
"They're quite good," Lisa said. "You should indulge."
David sighed. They lime green color was appealing. "Alright," he said, "I'll have one. But only one."
Lisa filled a glass and handed it to him. He brought it to his lips and took a hesitant sip. "So?" Darcy asked. She and Lisa were both looking at him expectantly.
David smacked his lips and rolled the cold, slushy beverage over his tongue before swallowing. "That is quite good," he said honestly.
He wound up having two more before lunch was over. He felt strangely warm and loose-limbed. Was he drunk? Is this what being drunk was like? He had always imagined it was a bit more intense than this. This, however, was nice.
After leaving the restaurant, they crossed the street and staked out a spot on the sandy beach, halfway between the surf and the boardwalk. Lisa and Darcy went to the concrete outhouse to change while David laid out towels and chairs and jammed the umbrella into the ground. They returned a few minutes later, and David's jaw dropped. They were both wearing revealing bikinis that barely covered their ample proportions. David may have expected that from Darcy, but Lisa had always been a bit more modest. She was wearing a tiny green two piece and sandals. Her breasts and butt were both large and full, and her hips were shapely, swishing with every step she took. His mouth went dry and he felt suddenly nervous in a way he usually didn't around Lisa. Maybe it was his imagination but he thought she was aware of him looking at her…and enjoying the attention. "Shall we go in?'' she asked.
"Yes," David squeaked. "L-ladies first." He swept his arm toward the water and fell in behind them so he could look at their wiggling butts. Lisa favored him over her shoulder with a sly glance and then looked at Darcy. They both giggled and David's face flushed with shame. Was he making a fool out of himself? Was he coming off as a creep or something?
He hoped not.
However, they were both very attractive.
When they reached the water, they waded in to their thighs. David stepped in and gasped. "It's cold."
"Oh, don't be a chicken," Darcy said.
She splashed him and he cringed. "Stop," he said.
Now Lisa did it.
"It's cold," he repeated.
"You'll survive," Lisa said.
Oh? Well, so would she. He bent over and splashed her. She and Darcy both laughed. They all started to splash each other and David wound up enjoying himself quite a bit.
When they were finished in the water, they returned to their towels and stretched out in the sun to dry off. Lisa and Darcy laid on either side of him, and David struggled to keep from looking at them. Water glistened on their long legs and taut stomachs, and his heart pounded. Lisa's stiff nipples poked through her top and Darcy's pussy lips pinched the fabric of her bikini bottoms. David swallowed around a lump in his throat and forced his mind onto other topics lest he develop an erection.
Perhaps he was wrong.
Perhaps he would enjoy this vacation.
