A Salacious Spring Break (closed for CarnivalBarker)

[Fauxnication]

"What a madhouse that place was."

Austin Meadows looked out the front passenger window of the red 2014 Jeep Patriot as LAX slowly disappeared from view.

"Yeah, a stupid number of people come in through there every day. It's even worse downtown," Tyler Matthews replied from the driver's seat, looking over the steering wheel as he drove toward their spring break destination, a house he and his friends rented on Venice Beach. "It's a pain in the ass to drive through."

In the backseat, Jake Taylor was looking down at his phone, texting his girlfriend and letting her know that he had arrived safely.

"You alive back there, Taylor?" Tyler asked, looking up into the rearview mirror to try and see what his friend was up to.

"Yeah, just texting Shayla," Jake replied, causing Austin to roll his eyes.

"Dude, you've been texting her since we got in the car to go to the airport," Austin said. "I hope you're not going to be talking to her all this week, or else you're just wasting your time and money."

Tyler laughed. "Yeah...and once you see the girls here, you'll forget all about her. She'll probably lose her shit wondering what you're doing while you're knee-deep in pussy."

The three friends laughed as they continued to make the short ride from LAX to their house. They had grown up in Indiana and known each other since middle school, and quickly became friends through sports, primarily football. After graduation, all three decided to stay close to home and attend Indiana State. But when Tyler's dad accepted a lucrative job offer in California, Tyler decided to follow his family out West and transferred to USC after his freshman year.

Although they had kept close through texting, phone calls and Skype talks, they had not been able to get together in person...until now.

They reached their street a short time later, and checked out the nice houses that were lined along the way. Finally, the Patriot pulled into the driveway and all three guys looked up at the house.

"Well, here it is," Tyler said.

"Looks good to me," Austin said as he quickly got out of the car. The southern California weather felt amazing, especially when comparing it to what it was like back home, where it was still chilly. As he moved to grab his bag from the trunk, he looked over to the neighboring house, where two girls were also grabbing their belongings from their car.

"That also looks good to me," he snickered before getting the attention of his friends. "Looks like we got some pretty good neighbors," he said. Tyler and Jake made a point to steal quick glances at the girls before grabbing their things and heading toward the door leading into the house from the garage.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Britney carried a few bags in from the car and called for her mother to let her know they had arrived. Her first year at Pepperdine found her not far from home, yet she eagerly looked to live back home for a week, perhaps longer, if possible. Her parents' home sat on a cliff side expanse, the backyard and swimming pool overlooking the pacific ocean off Malibu. School was almost out, and she only had a couple of exams left, but moving out of the dorms felt like a priority, along with the party break she was excited to have.

"Hey," she said, giving her mother a brief hug as she dropped a few bags in the front door, passing Chelsea on the way out the door. Chelsea had grown up in Colorado, and the two had become friends while working a part time job at a mall in West Hollywood during their down time. Chelsea went to USC and spent little time in Malibu, prompting the girls to decide to spend their break there, shopping and partying during the day, perhaps partying harder at night. They giggled when they discussed it. Neither was any sort of rebel. Both had upper middle class upbringings, came from good schools, and kept out of trouble for the most part. The occasional boy had found his way into their pants, and their hearts, or perhaps the other way around, but neither could be considered of ill repute. They were simply nineteen and entering the most fun time of their life, looking for a week of even more fun.

"Where should I put these things," Chelsea asked, her palms pressing along her tan jean skirt, anxious about meeting her friend's parents and the week ahead.

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"Upstairs," Britney said, pointing in the direction her friend needed to go. "Third door on the right." Chelsea nodded and picked her bags up, taking them promptly to the guest room, as Britney returned to the car. She leaned over in the hatch of the SUV her father had bought her for high school graduation, not a year ago, her dark jeans tight on her hips as she raised up on the tip of her toes to reach a bag that had slid too far inside for her tiny size. Once she was able to grab it, she returned to having both feet on the ground, then reached high, stretching herself to reach the button to close the door for a final time. "I got everything," she said to Chelsea who looked to be coming back outside to help. Britney's friend picked up a single bag she had left on the porch before returning inside the house, taking in the large McMansion and the elaborate backyard through large panel windows that opened to an amazing view. Chelsea couldn't wait to wake up to this each day.

As Britney turned toward the front door, she heard a bit of noise coming from the nearby house not forty yards away. Her parents had called it the party house, derisively, often complaining that the owners had moved to New York and kept the place as an AirBNB, renting it to weekenders, people who had no respect for the neighborhood, and the bridge and tunnel types of the West Coast. Over her shoulder, she noticed three boys, each looking to be just about her age, perhaps just slightly older. She peeked back home to see if her mother was watching her from the porch and, when she saw she was not, she turned to look over her shoulder once again.

"Hey," she said to one of the boys, her inflection clear that the greeting was only that and not an invitation to a conversation. When he responded, she grinned and turned away, heading quickly inside her own house, hoping that the jeans she was in made her ass look good. "Chelsea!" she called across the house. "Guess what?!"

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[Fauxnication]

Austin exchanged quick hellos with the girl next door, and he took in the sight of her nice ass as it swayed back and forth in her tight jeans. He was looking forward to seeing much more of her over the days to come.

After finally getting into the house (Tyler was fumbling around trying to find the keys), the three guys took a moment to admire the interior. It was quite spacious, and the views of the ocean from the back patio were even better than they had seen in the pictures on the site they rented from.

Tyler carried his things to the master bedroom, which he had earned by paying slightly more toward the fee than the others. Sure, it may have been a little bit of a dickish move since he was less of a guest than his friends, but it'd be well worth it -- enough room for a girl, or if he was really fortunate, two.

Austin and Jake picked out their bedrooms, which were smaller in size but were still quite nice.

The three friends spent the next few moments unpacking their bags and getting set up. Tyler was first to get done, as he was eager to show his buddies what was in store for them for the week -- the beach, the women, the partying.

"C'mon, you can get to that later," Tyler said as he stood alongside Austin in the doorway to Jake's room. Between possibly overpacking (and thus taking longer to unpack) and texting his girlfriend, Jake was lagging behind the others.

"Dude, chill out...give me a minute. We got the whole week," Jake retorted. He threw the last of his shirts on a hanger then turned to face his friends. "The girls ain't going anywhere," he laughed.

"Yeah, but they will if you don't hurry the hell up," Austin chimed back. "Beach?"

Tyler nodded. "Oh, yeah."

The three guys headed out toward the back patio, staring out into the water and taking in the scenery.

"This is awesome," Jake said, admiring his surroundings. This was his first trip out West, but he already started to picture it not being his last.

"Come on, let's go down," Tyler suggested. Not one to be shy, he decided he'd walk around shirtless on the beach. Austin and Jake were slightly more conservative in their attire.

The sand was hot on their feet as they trudged their way toward the tide. They let the water come up past their ankles as they looked around the coast, and then they began to walk down the beach, making some small talk along the way.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

"What?" Chelsea asked as Britney stumbled through the door carrying the last of her bags.

"There are boys," Britney practically squealed as her face broke into a grin.

"Ooh, boys?" Chelsea asked. "Where at?"

"Next door!" Britney returned in a sing-song fashion. "I just said hi to them. Well, to one of them. There's three." Chelsea smiled and looked to see if Britney's mother was within earshot.

"We need to meet them," Chelsea said, prompting both girls to break into giggles.

"Trust me," Britney said. "There's plenty of guys here this week." More giggles. "You have your fake ID, right?" Chelsea nodded.

"Why?"

"Why?" Britney responded. "So we can get in the clubs later." The girls proceeded to move their things in to their respective rooms before making a brief trip to the store, where they purchased snacks for all-night movies, coke to mix with some stolen whiskey from Britney's parents' pool-side bar, and some assorted things they had forgotten to pack. Nearly an hour later, they had re-convened at the house and changed into some cute shorts and tank tops, ready to take in the boardwalk along the ocean, see if they could buy a drink perhaps, and head back in time to get ready to head into the streets to go to the clubs or bars later that night, the first of the break they hoped to make epic. The girls wore matching blue Keds they had bought and those alone might have suggested them to be sisters, never mind their matching blonde hair and green eyes. At the same time, the two were so much different.

Britney was studious, if not naturally intellectual. Her hard work was part and parcel of her desire to be an interior designer and entrepreneur. Chelsea, on the other hand, had not wasted a moment on campus that was not dedicated to having fun. She enjoyed the illicit, hidden tattoo and piercing as much as she had enjoyed revealing it to boys she had met at parties or in the dorms. Britney had been the friend she called throughout the year in times when she had been in a pinch or found herself in a spot that made her uncomfortable. The balance of each other made their friendship work and the two were inseparable.

Chelsea led them up to a walk-up bar along the beach, where she took a seat and pulled her fake ID, flashing her most alluring smile at the bartender. "He's cute," she said, barely more than a whisper, making Britney roll her eyes a bit and grin at the fact that her friend didn't waste time. The bartender approached a moment later. "Two long-island teas," Chelsea said, eyes batting. Her ID wasn't necessary as the barkeep simply turned and began mixing drinks, flirting with the girls as he did.

"We're going to have FUN," Britney said, holding up her glass to clink it against Chelsea's after the rounds arrived.

"Yeah we are," her friend replied. The two girls looked over the small crowds of people on the boardwalk and the beach beyond.

"Do we have condoms?" Chelsea asked. The two girls giggled loudly once more, as the sun continued to shine.

"We won't need them," Britney replied, kicking off another round of giggles.

 

[Fauxnication]

"We should probably get back," Jake said as the guys continued to walk along the beach. "We gotta get shit for tonight."

As much as Tyler and Austin wanted to keep going, they knew their friend was right. "Yeah, we have, like, nothing in the house," Tyler said. "We at least need to get beer and stuff to pregame with."

On the way back, the guys stopped at a sub shop along the way and grabbed something to eat. They were getting closer to the house when Austin glanced over at this walk-up bar along the beach. He put his arm out to stop Tyler, who was staring straight ahead while he walked.

"What?" Tyler asked, looking around.

"Those girls from next door...they're at that bar," Austin pointed out. "Let's go grab a drink and see what they're up to tonight."

Jake was a little hesitant, but nonetheless, he followed Tyler and Austin to the bar. Confidently stepping toward the girls, Tyler gave them a smile. "Sorry to bother you girls...is anyone sitting here?" he asked, his eyes glancing at each of their pretty faces.

After ordering a round of Bud Lights from the bartender, Austin turned to face the girls. "Hey, you're the girls living next door to us, right? I think we saw you earlier today..."

 

[CarnivalBarker]

"Don't turn around," Britney suddenly told Chelsea, who immediately turned to look over her shoulder before Britney tugged her back.

"What?!" the friend asked.

"It's the boys from next door," Britney whispered. "And they. Are. Cute." Britney turned to face the bar, playing with her hair a bit, trying to act as if she hadn't seen the boys getting closer. The next thing she knew, they were approaching the place where she and Chelsea sat.

"Sorry to bother you girls," one of the boys said, forcing them both to look his direction. "Is anyone sitting here?" he asked.

"No," Chelsea said, smiling, laying her eyes on Tyler, then Austin, then Jake, before glancing at her friend with an approving smile. Chelsea crossed her legs and turned to the side of her chair, now full on facing Britney who did the same, such that they could speak to the boys, if they chose, who were now all standing just behind where the girls sat. The boys took their seats and the girls returned facing forward, their conversation only a whispered cacophony of their assessment of the boys who were next to them.

"Hey," the boy Britney saw earlier finally spoke. "You're the girls living next door to us, right?" He asked. "I think we saw you earlier today." Britney quickly glanced at her friend, who had seen nobody earlier and couldn't answer without giving away the fact that they had been discussing the boys.

"Yeah," Britney said. "I think so." She took a sip of her drink, deciding her next comments would be simple. "I'm Britney," she said. "This is Chelsea," she continued, making introductions. When she learned the boys' names, she asked where they were from before explaining that her parents lived at the house where she was staying.

"Do you guys have big plans this week?" Chelsea asked, seeming a bit eager. "I mean," she caught herself. "Surfing or going out or hanging at the beach? Things like that?" As she spoke, Britney took measure of the boys. They looked cute. Hot even. She saw no rings and no real signs of girlfriends. One of the boys kept texting on his phone, but that could be anything. She couldn't help but thinking what each of the boys would taste like if they were to kiss her. She fought off a tiny shiver and told herself it would be bad to play with a bunch of guys just because. Chelsea proceeded onward, full speed. "I think we're going clubbing later," Chelsea said. Britney sipped her drink and nodded. "If you're downtown, we might see you there."

If not, Britney thought, they're right next door.

 

[Fauxnication]

"Nice to meet you," Austin said after Britney introduced the girls next door. "I'm Austin, and this is Tyler and Jake," he added, gesturing to each of the others.

Austin explained that he and Jake were from Indiana ("a couple of Midwestern boys," as he so put it), while Tyler suggested that Chelsea should possibly get together on campus once classes let back in at USC.

"Big plans?" Tyler asked, looking at the guys and then shrugging his shoulders. "Not really. We'll just be going with whatever this week...you're more than welcome to hang out with us if you're tired of hanging with your family. We'll probably hit up the beach every day, do some drinking, things like that."

Tyler took an immediate interest in Chelsea; she was at USC with him, and who was to say something couldn't develop between them this week that would lead to more back at school? He briefly pictured her tight body writhing underneath his while he fucked her in his bed back at the apartment.

Austin was more than happy to let Tyler go with Chelsea; he was attracted to Britney the moment he saw her ass in those tight jeans. Her legs were just as nice as she showed them off in her shorts.

"I think we're going clubbing later," Chelsea said, with Britney adding that they would see the guys there if they happened to head downtown.

"Sounds like a plan to me. We have no big plans tonight. Give us your numbers and we'll text you when we make our way out," Austin said.

Tyler and Austin exchanged numbers with the girls, while Jake stayed in the background, drinking his beer and sending off a couple of texts. A moment later, the guys set their empty bottles on the bar.

"Well, we're out of here...gotta go get some supplies from the store," Tyler said. "We'll talk to you later tonight for sure...see you soon."

With that, the guys said their goodbyes and headed back toward the house. Once they were out of sight from the girls, Tyler and Austin did a quick fist-bump, while Jake shook his head.

"I think that Britney was checking you out some, Jake. You may wanna put your phone away for the week," Tyler teased. "She's pretty hot..."

"Please...you know I'll be dead if I don't answer her calls and texts right away," Jake replied, referring to his girlfriend back home. While he had every intention of remaining faithful on this trip, he had a growing feeling that the temptation to cheat was going to be strong tonight once the guys hit the club.

What was that about being in different zip codes again?

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Britney thought Austin was cute. He had been the boy she saw in the yard earlier, and nothing made her not feel interested. At the same time, she liked the idea that Tyler might be around after this week, since they would both remain in the city. It seemed clear that Chelsea was into any of them, as she smiled and entertained their conversation as if it were the most important conversation she had ever had, easily playing along at Tyler's suggestion, as well, that maybe they could hang out once spring break was over.

"We'd probably like that," Chelsea said, in response to Tyler's suggestion that the girls hang out at the house next door to the one where they were already staying. Britney gave her a wide-eyed look as if to tell her friend to slow down and not seem too eager, but the girl plowed forward, unfazed. "And we're definitely down for the beach. We're going there in the morning to lay out and just spend the day in the sun."

"We are?" Britney teased her friend, but not opposing the idea, before the boys moved to suggest they meet up downtown. Chelsea offered her number first, then gave Britney's without her friend's consent or approval, though the only thing Britney opposed was getting to provide it herself. She watched as Austin took it down, smiling at him. The boys excused themselves.

"I think they're quite a bit older than us," Britney said, almost scolding.

"What is your problem?" Her friend asked, sipping her drink and acting amused and intrigued. "You heard the one....Tyler. He's in college. They're in college. So they're what? Two or three years older at most?" Chelsea took another sip. "I've been with a guy twice that," she shrugged, prompting Britney's jaw to drop.

"You slut," Britney smirked.

"Okay," Chelsea said. "Not really. But I would be." The girls giggled one more time, already well on their way to a fun week. And after returning to Britney's home, lounging a bit on the back patio and looking at the ocean, hoping to see the guys next door, but getting not even a glimpse, the girls proceeded to shower and clean up, making sure their makeup was perfect, before throwing on some cute summer dresses worthy of spring break and generally getting ready to head out for the evening. Britney wore a shimmery black dress that was short, but not overly so, while Chelsea opted for a yellow dress with red flats.

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After the standard cautions to call if they needed a ride and to be careful, the girls took an Uber into the center of Malibu. Once downtown, they grabbed a nice dinner at a decent seafood place, before making their way to Club Vive, where the dance floor opened up to a vast balcony overlooking the surf below, the loud music thumping across the night and setting the mood. Chelsea noticed a few cute guys here and there, and Britney pointed her share out as well.

"Text the boys," Chelsea finally said. Britney rolled her eyes. She wasn't resistant to the idea, but she didn't know herself the hesitation she felt about being too forward with some guys who were staying right next door.

"I'm sure they'll find us, if they haven't met plenty of girls already," Britney replied. Chelsea pulled her own phone from her tiny purse and fired off a text to Tyler.

"What are you doing?" Britney asked her best friend.

"If you won't, then I'm going to," the girl replied.

Club Vive, the text said. I've saved you a seat next to me. Chelsea included a winking smiley emoji for good measure, before setting her phone on the table.

"So," Chelsea said. "Tyler or Austin?" She grinned. "I texted Tyler, so I'm assuming Austin."

"Shut up," Britney grinned. "I need a drink." Chelsea smiled as the gears of her fun plan began to turn.

 

[Fauxnication]

The guys got in, the air conditioning providing a nice break from the warmth outside. "I'll grab my keys and we'll be out of here," Tyler said, running up the stairs to his room.

Austin took the time to turn to Jake. "Hey, look...I know we're giving you a hard time, but you really just gotta have fun with us this week. Shayla will be there when you get back, man. Just have fun," he repeated.

Jake finally took the hint and fired off a "heading out for the night" text to his girlfriend, then stuffed the phone in his pocket, hoping that he wouldn't have to touch it for the rest of the night.

They made a trip to the store and got the necessary equipment -- beer, Coke and orange juice for mixing, water for hydration, red Solo cups and ping-pong balls for beer pong. Condoms? Well, they didn't make the shopping list.

After returning home and showering, the boys got ready to head out for their first night. Tyler, Austin and Jake all put on some nicer clothes and took an Uber of their own on their way to a steakhouse. "Starting off the week by doing it big," Tyler called it. And the bill was most certainly the definition of doing it big.

They were finishing off their meals when Tyler felt his phone buzzing. "Club Vive. I've saved you a seat next to me. " Tyler smiled at the text from Chelsea.

"Well, guys, the game is on...the girls are at Club Vive. Let's get going," Tyler said.

Getting back to their Uber, the guys took the trip to Club Vive, which was packed as the guys made their way through the line and inside. They wandered through the club in search of the girls next door, spotting many other girls along the way. Finally, they reached the table where Britney and Chelsea were sitting.

"Well, we made it," Tyler said, looking down at Chelsea as the three guys stood at the table. "You girls look great," he added, firing off the compliments immediately as he sat down next to the girl in the yellow dress.

Austin moved in next to Britney, while Jake waved his hellos and continued to stand at the table. "Hey," Austin smiled. "This place is pretty nice..." He then noticed the lack of drinks on the table. "Let me go buy the first round...what do you want?"

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Chelsea's phone didn't make a sound as the girls sat drinking, gazing at the other patrons in the bar, and wondering if their effort to reach their neighbors fell flat. Chelsea wanted to dance, but the night was early and the dance floor empty, save a couple of girls who were out there on their own. Moments later, before either of them decided to order anything besides water, Britney perked up.

"Look," she said, causing Chelsea to see what she saw. "They're here!" Chelsea smiled back just before Tyler approached the table.

"You girls look great," he said, sliding into the booth next to Chelsea, but seeming to focus on Britney. Knowing her friend as she did, the diffidence would make Chelsea that much more interested. Tyler knew what he was doing, thought Britney. She felt a tiny shiver at the appeal of that alone, having been bored with school boys for so long.

"Thank you," Britney said. "You guys look okay," she teased, as she turned to Austin, giving him a nice smile as he sat beside her.

"Hey Jake," Chelsea said, across the table, almost as if he were everyone's little brother, but still one that she liked. The boy waved at them both. "Sit down," she then encouraged him. Before he responded, Austin offered to buy drinks and Britney shook her head subtlety at Chelsea. Never let a strange guy be alone with your drink - it was a rule, and Chelsea knew immediately what she was getting at.

"Sex on the Beach," Chelsea said, her eyes darting to Tyler. "Britney can go with you." Problem solved. Britney was almost embarrassed by her lack of seeing a simple solution as well as her own hesitation. They were there to have fun, and everyone was ostensibly an adult.

"Sure," Britney said. "I'll get a chocolatini." She waited for Austin to lead the way, as he was between her and the booth exit. She felt her leg pressed against his from the close quarters and didn't mind. "Anything else?" She asked the group, prompting the others to give their drink order. "We need another set of hands," she said to Jake, trying to give her friend a few moments with Tyler, which Chelsea no doubt wanted.

"So?" Chelsea asked, turning to Tyler as the drinks were retrieved, leaving the two of them alone at the booth. "Why haven't I seen you at school yet?" She asked, playfully. "I feel like I'd have wanted to..."

 

[Fauxnication]

"You guys look OK," Britney teased as Austin slid in next to her.

"We try our best," Austin replied. He liked Britney's little humorous quip, which immediately earned points in his mind.

Austin took drink orders, and as Chelsea asked for a Sex on the Beach, with her eyes looking right at Tyler's face, Austin had to do his best not to laugh. By all indications, Tyler was going to have A LOT of fun with Chelsea this week. He only hoped to be as successful with Britney.

Austin, Jake and Britney all went to the bar. Austin ordered a Sex on the Beach for Chelsea, a chocolatini for Britney, and rum and Cokes for the guys and himself. After paying (which left Austin wondering why everything had to be so damn expensive in this city), Austin handed the girls' drinks to Britney and one of the rum and Cokes to Jake, while he held his and Tyler's drinks.

With the others still at the bar, Tyler leaned a little closer to Chelsea as she asked him why she hadn't seen him at school before. "You're just not going to the right places, I guess," he replied with a wink and a smile. "We'll have to get you out and about more..."

He didn't get to continue his thought process from there, as the other group returned with drinks in hand. After everyone got their drinks, Tyler proposed a quick toast. "To one hell of a spring break!" he said, and everyone clinked their glasses.

After a few moments of small talk (and yes, Jake got involved too), Austin looked at the dance floor, which was starting to get a little more populated. He turned back to Britney. "Wanna go dance?" he offered.

Across the table, Tyler didn't give Chelsea a chance to say no to dancing. "C'mon, let's go dance for a bit," he said, reaching down for her hand to help her away from the table.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Hit me with those green eyes baby
As the lights go down
Give me something that'll haunt me
When you're not around
'Cause I see sparks fly
Every time that you smile...

Brittney stepped and twirled a safe distance from Austin, the airy music filling the room and making her stomp with each beat. As the song faded out, it gave rise to a more well regarded, heavy bass beat that lit the room on fire as the dance floor filled, forming a busy mass of humanity all stomping and writhing as one. She glanced across the dance floor where she saw Chelsea, grinding close into Tyler, seeming very interested in the boy she had only met today. The girls made eye contact once, forcing a smile from Chelsea and a bit of a blush from Britney. Another two songs and Britney stepped closer to Austin, and pulled his hands around her waist, as the song being played slowed down and she allowed herself to move close to him. She thought he smelled nice, and she couldn't remember the last time she had danced for so long. Chelsea saw her friend and grinned.

"I think B likes Austin," she said in Tyler's ear. "I hope he's a nice guy." Chelsea ducked her head against Tyler's shoulder as she slow-danced with him as well. The song concluded and the girls simultaneously pulled away from their partners and returned side by side to the table, expecting the guys to follow.

"Well?" Chelsea whispered to her friend. "He's cute," she said, giggling again.

"So is Tyler," Britney said.

"Yeah?" Chelsea asked, to nobody in particular. "Think so?"

"Oh yeah," Britney responded. Chelsea gave her a look. "No!" She said, as the girls giggled. "They're living next door," she continued. "You are not fucking spring break up already." Chelsea giggled again and replied.

"No! I'm not," she said. "But they seem fun!" Britney rolled her eyes. Dancing was one thing. More than that was another. "I won't go over there if you don't," Chelsea said. "And if you want to leave, then I'll go too." Britney gave her a strange look.

"We are not going to their house," she replied. "We haven't even been asked!" Chelsea gave her a look to suggest she was crazy to think that they would not be. Britney sighed. "It's the first night!" The girls giggled again and let the conversation fade away as they sat back down at the table, turning to see if the boys had followed.

 

[Fauxnication]

After the song ended and the girls walked back toward the table, Tyler and Austin stood on the dance floor for just a bit.

"So we're asking them back to our place, right?" Tyler eagerly asked Austin. He noticed that he and Chelsea had a pretty good chemistry out on the dance floor, and he sensed that she was really into him, even though they had just met mere hours ago.

"Oh, yeah, we're gonna ask," Austin replied. He felt a little bit of reluctance on Britney's part. Perhaps bringing them back to the house would open her up some more.

"Have you seen Jake?" Tyler asked, looking around the crowded dance floor to try and find their friend. "Oh, there he is," he interjected, nodding toward Jake, who was dancing with some random girl he must have found on the floor.

"He knows where the house is," Austin laughed. "C'mon, let's try and get back..."

The guys rejoined the girls at the table, as Tyler slid in next to Chelsea and put his hand over hers under the table. Austin moved in next to Britney, and Tyler began to speak.

"So did you want to stay here, or did you want to head to our place? Cheaper drinks and we have a pretty sick pool in the back..." he suggested, looking over at Chelsea, then across the table at Britney.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

The boys had lingered a bit, and the girls made their way to the now vacant booth, the third of the boys' trio having moved to the dance floor himself. It appeared from Chelsea's view that Austin and Tyler were looking for him. In another moment, however, they were returning to where the girls now sat, and Tyler sat beside Chelsea. No sooner had he done so did she feel his hand slide over hers, resting on her half-exposed thigh, prompting her to grip his hand surreptitiously with her own, giving a gentle squeeze as she pitched him a smile to go with it. She saw Austin sit beside her friend as Tyler began to speak.


"So did you want to stay here, or did you want to head to our place?" The boy asked. Chelsea smiled an I-told-you-so smile while raising her eyebrows slightly at her Britney. "Cheaper drinks," Tyler continued. "And we have a pretty sick pool in the back." He paused, looking first at Chelsea and then at Britney, expectantly.

"That sounds fun," Chelsea said. Britney's eyes grew wide and a bit accusatory. "Hey, can I get up for a minute," she said, slipping up and past Tyler before grabbing Britney's hand. "Restroom," she explained, tugging Britney in tow toward a dark corner of the building and into the women's restroom.

"We can't just go to their house," Britney said once inside.

"Why not?" Chelsea asked.

"Chelsea," the girl's shoulders dropped, incredulous she would need to explain this. "They don't want to drink and swim." Chelsea turned toward the mirror before the sinks and made sure her hair was in place where she liked it, as she also checked for any makeup irregularities.

"And?" She asked, grinning at Britney.

"And we're not sluts," Britney responded. Chelsea giggled.

"We're not?" She asked, half joking. Britney crossed her arms. Chelsea continued. "Look. We don't have to do anything. Their house is next door for god's sake." Britney remained closed off, but still listened. "The drinks are cheaper for the guys, AND it's spring break!" Britney wasn't sold. Not yet. "Come on!" Chelsea continued. "I really like Tyler." Britney grinned in disbelief.

"You really like boys," she said. Chelsea giggled again.

"Let's just go back, throw on some bathing suits under some casual clothes, and have a good time. Nothing will happen and if we want to go home or feel uncomfortable, we just walk fifty yards away," Chelsea paused before resting her case. "And stop acting like we haven't talked about meeting boys on spring break or like you haven't been complaining recently about not catching a dick." Chelsea crossed her arms now. "Right?" Britney's gaze melted. In recent weeks they had entertained the idea of meeting boys - multiple boys, different boys - on break. They had joked about hooking up with strangers and letting them take them home. Britney had always laughed at the joke, but she also felt a tingle within when they laughed about it. And she was young and would never look better...of course she enjoyed attention from men and what they could do with her body.

"Okay," Britney broke down. "But lets make them dance a bit more or something first. We just got here." Chelsea agreed with a squeal before the two girls' sabbatical ended, and they returned to the booth. Chelsea sat on Tyler's outside knee as she reached across his body for her drink, taking a sip as Britney returned to the seat next to Austin.

"I think we want to dance some more first," Britney said, hesitant to finish her sentence before Chelsea did it for her.

"Before we go back to your house," she smiled, her eyes locked on Tyler's. "But yeah, we can do that."

 

[Fauxnication]

"I don't know, dude," Tyler said as he finished off his rum and Coke. "I think your girl's trying to cockblock both of us."

"You think?" Austin asked. Tyler had somewhat of a point; while Chelsea seemed like she'd be down for nearly anything at this point, Britney was much more hesitant to commit to doing anything with the guys. On one hand, he could understand her plight -- they did just meet earlier in the day, but on the other hand...isn't this what spring break is for? To just have fun, meet some people and do some things they wouldn't normally do at home?

"Yeah," Tyler replied. "I mean, I think Chelsea will wanna hang out with me, but if Britney gives you the cold shoulder, it's not like there aren't hundreds of other girls here. Jake already caught on," he laughed.

"I guess we'll see what happens," Austin thought out loud as the girls approached the table.

Tyler put an arm around Chelsea and held her close to him as she sat on his knee, while Britney got the attention of the group.

"I think we want to dance some more..." she began, with Chelsea interjecting.

"...before we go back to your house. But yeah, we can do that."

Tyler returned Chelsea's smile and helped her to her feet, leading her back out to the floor. Once they reached a good spot, he spun her around and held her closely, her ass against his crotch while they moved to the heavy-thumping bass of the song playing over the club's speakers.

Austin walked alongside Britney back to the floor, a little hesitant to push the envelope with her. Within a minute or two, though, he let go of his inhibitions and took his shot, putting his hands on her hips and swaying with her.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Britney fell into Austin's orbit easily, her body getting chills when he touched her. She didn't mind. A prude only in comparison perhaps to her friend Chelsea, she simply wanted to be cautious and safe. As the night went on, she settled into the vibe and found Austin to be a nice guy. He certainly looked great. Smelled great. He felt great pressed against her as they danced to songs fast and slow. She was having a great time with him, and the group, and in no more than an hour, they found themselves crammed into the back of an Uber, she pressed next to Austin and Chelsea squeezed against Tyler.

"Is one of you related to the owner of the house you're at?" Chelsea asked as the car rumbled through the hills toward the cliff sides of Malibu.

"Are we still swimming?" a buzzy Britney intervened. "We need to get bathing suits." Jake seemed to be texting. "Hey!" She said suddenly. "Why is he always on his phone?" Chelsea giggled at her friend.

"Someone is getting white girl drunk tonight," Chelsea said, prompting Britney to sober up a bit out of caution alone.

"I am not," she replied. "I was just wondering." She leaned in to Austin a bit as the car turned a corner. She felt his body was hard and lean. She wondered what he might feel like against her bare skin and entertained the slightest hint of an idea of letting him fuck her before the week was out. She certainly enjoyed looking at his eyes. She decided to cross her legs and change the subject. "Which one of you," she said to the boys in the car, "likes to smoke?" It was Chelsea's turn to widen her eyes.

"Oh my god," Chelsea said, breaking into a wide grin. She knew Britney had occasionally enjoyed a joint at a party or two and that drinking made them both more susceptible to a good time. It simply wasn't like her friend so suddenly to reveal her secrets. "You don't want to go to their house, but you want to smoke?" Both girls laughed.

"Shut up, bitch," Britney smiled and hit back playfully at her friend. "I was just asking for later this week. Maybe." She looked briefly at Austin. "And I didn't say I didn't want to come over."

"Uh-huh. Right," Chelsea replied. Britney grew a bit silent, intimidated by Chelsea's suggestion she may have said too much. Her anxiety never seemed to stop, and now was no different. She hoped her drunken words had not offended Austin. She hoped they would still be invited over. When the Uber pulled up at the boys' house, she didn't wait to find out, once more grabbing Chelsea's hand and pulling her quickly toward her parents' home. "Give us twenty minutes," she said as the two girls ran into the night. Inside the home, Britney's parents had already gone to bed. The two girls ran upstairs and rummaged through their luggage, meeting in Chelsea's guest room to gossip as they got ready.

"I think I look fat in this one," Chelsea said, quietly, as she threw on her all black bikini, the simplest one, and most slimming on her slightly thick, athletic build.

"You look great," Britney said. She tugged on some white and black bikini bottoms and a flirty red tankini top that left some to the imagination, while revealing skin around her waist, as well as her arms and legs. "What do you think?"

"I think you're going as a nun," Chelsea teased. Britney rolled her eyes.

"Shut up," she giggled. "I'm not taking any more off than this anyway," she continued.

"Suit yourself," Chelsea said, turning all ways to check her own ass and other curves before pulling on a matching black tee shirt and some jean shorts. Britney followed suit with a black shirt and jean shorts of her own, making the two look like sisters, the peek of read from Britney's top the only thing separating them from the outside. Britney tugged her hair into a ponytail, holding it in place with a black hair tie, then checking her now much more casual look in the mirror one last time.

"Do not sleep with Tyler," Britney said. Chelsea just giggled at her nagging friend.

"Are you telling me you're not going to hook up with Austin?" She replied. Britney bit her lip and thought.

"I'm not going to let him fuck me," she said after a pause.

"Mmmhmm," Chelsea smirked.

"I'm not!"

"Okay," Chelsea said. "Can we go already?" The girls laughed once more. "I can't believe we met some guys this hot right next door." Britney couldn't believe it either. She didn't understand her own hesitation, but it was there. The girls grabbed their spare key, which Britney put in her pocket, and the two traipsed in their flip flops next door where they rang the bell, just a moment before Chelsea opened the unlocked door and stepped right in to the entrance.

"Helloooooo?!" Chelsea called. "This place looks amazing," she said to Britney. "Hellooooo?!?!" She called a second time.

 

[Fauxnication]

"Is one of you related to the owner of the house you're at?"

"No, we found it on AirBNB," Austin replied to Chelsea as the Uber rolled from downtown out toward the beach.

Austin found Britney's sudden talkativeness to be funny. A while ago, she seemed to be the quiet type -- now, she was asking all kinds of questions, the craziest one being is if anyone in the car smoked.

To Austin's surprise, Tyler nodded. He sure didn't smoke when they were younger -- must've been the party scene out here. Like a good friend, he hoped weed was the heaviest drug he did.

"Yeah, I smoke every once in a while," Tyler said. He suddenly had thoughts of fucking Britney while high.

After getting to the guys' house, the guys and girls separated. The guys went inside and changed into the swim trunks they wore earlier during their walk on the beach, not even bothering to put on shirts.

Tyler, Austin and Jake headed out back with a case of beer and opened the door leading out to the luxurious pool.

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The guys pulled up some lounge chairs and cracked open their beers.

"Jake, put your damn phone down," Austin urged. "It's like 3 am back home. Let the girl sleep...we got two girls coming over in a few minutes."

Jake nodded and turned his phone off, putting it under his chair.

"Yeah, and they'll be staying over tonight," Tyler confidently proclaimed.

"Hey-o!" Austin drunkenly yelled as he and Tyler clinked their bottles and took long chugs. "Seriously though, you think they'll come over?"

Tyler gave him a questioning look. "Are you serious? Of course they will. They're all about it, dude...and once they see what we have here, they won't wanna leave."

The three guys didn't hear the doorbell ring from where they were sitting, but they heard Chelsea's voice calling once the girls walked inside.

"We're out back!" Tyler called out. The three guys spun to face the back patio door, waiting to see the girls' reactions once they got outside.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

"Holy shit!" Chelsea exclaimed as she first stepped outside onto the back patio.

"This is amazing," Britney intoned, growing sober quickly. "My parents have the same view, but this patio set up is incredible." The girls grinned at the boys and plodded over, sitting their large purses down next to a couple of lounge chairs next to the boys. Chelsea walked over to playfully straddle Tyler's hips, facing him.

"We need drinks," she chimed. "Now." She grinned.

"Is that an actual bedroom?" Britney asked, pointing to the side of the pool and through the glass where a bed and fireplace and television could be seen. She shivered at the implications of not only sleeping with one of the boys, but the prospects that others might actually see her. She wasn't ready for that and accepted the momentary horror. "We definitely need drinks," she looked at Chelsea, who then looked back at Tyler, before getting up from his lap, kicking off her flip flops, and sitting poolside, dipping her feet in the heated water, overlooking the ocean below. The act itself seemed safe, and Britney did the same, sitting next to her friend, before turning to look for Austin. "Can we play some music too?" She asked, fake pouting as if to suggest the vibe was dead in the night's silence.

"I want to stay here all week," Chelsea said, almost a whisper.

"Slut," Britney said, too quiet for the guys to hear. The girls erupted into a giggle that they refused to explain to the boys. Britney then leaned in and whispered again to her friend. "Jake is still on his phone." The two girls looked at the boy and then back at each other.

"Jake," Chelsea said, almost shouting. "Britney wants to see your cock!"

"Oh my god!" Britney said, turning red at even the suggestion that her mischievous friend tossed out. In one move, Britney pushed Chelsea into the pool, evading her effort to pull her in as well. Before Chelsea could surface, her clothes entirely wet, Britney had stood up and raced over to Austin. "Let's get those drinks," she laughed, urging him inside with her to protect her as Chelsea rushed to climb out of the pool, wring herself out, and tug off her shirt and shorts, to lay them out to dry, content to sit back down in just her bikini.

"I'll get you back, bitch," she said, grinning at Tyler as she watched Britney disappear into the house.

 

[Fauxnication]

The guys smiled as Chelsea and Britney fawned over how nice their pool area was. "Well, we told you so," Tyler said with a grin as he took a swig from his bottle of beer. He was happy to be greeted by Chelsea with her straddling his lap. He clasped his hands around her lower back and smiled up at her. There was a voice in his head yelling to lean forward and kiss her, but he restrained, not wanting to move in too quickly, despite every indication that she'd welcome it.

"Is that an actual bedroom?" Britney asked, pointing to the master bedroom, which was visible from the patio area.

Tyler turned to Britney. "Yeah, that's mine," he said, turning back to Chelsea and winking at her.

The girls wanted drinks and music, and the guys came prepared. Tyler pulled up some music on his phone and used his Bluetooth to connect to the speakers so they could play some songs and enjoy the patio.

"Jake! Britney wants to see your cock!"

Jake's face reddened immediately. He knew Chelsea wasn't serious...but if she was, he'd definitely show her. He really didn't get a chance to act on it before Britney threw Chelsea in the pool and dashed inside the house to make drinks with Austin.

Austin and Britney walked in the house and to the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator door. "Well, we have beer out back, and some basic things for mixers...what are you drinking?" he asked, looking up to the blonde.

Tyler sat behind Chelsea at the edge of the pool, his legs dangling on either side of hers, while he wrapped his arms around her and held her close to his toned chest. "Well, now that you're in your bikini, you wanna swim around for a bit?" he asked, resting his chin on her shoulder to look into her eyes.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Chelsea watched as Tyler sauntered over to the pool edge and made to sit not beside her, but around her. She felt her core become the slightest bit wet, amused and aroused that he was certainly picking up her signals. Reality was, she had three choices maybe, and one was on his phone a lot and the other seemed in to her friend. But not only would Tyler do, he was both pretty and seemed nice.

"Is that really your room?" She said as he sat down, one eyebrow raised, wondering if she could do that, where all the world could see...or at least the world of the other two boys and Britney. She wasn't super voyeuristic, but she hadn't occasion to be either. She wondered if she would have a choice to make and, if so, what she might do. She forgot her anxiety though as she felt the boy's firm chest pressed against her back, amused that he was certainly copping a feel, and more amused that she didn't care.

"I'm going to bed," she looked up as Jake stood up from the lounge chair and began to walk inside. "Have a good night you two," he said. She giggled and looked at Tyler, a slow, horn-driven, early 90s romantic wailer playing in the background. They were alone with the view of the ocean, the dim city lights far below and down the beach, the slow music, cool air, and warm water. She was as aroused as ever, and it had been a long enough time for a girl of her age, interests, and appeal. She felt Tyler's hands slide over her waist and around to her stomach, hoping she didn't seem to soft or worse, fat, to his touch. He asked if she wanted to swim, to which she gave a coy grin and nodded.

"Yeah, I do," she said, pulling from his grip and launching out into the pool, swimming quickly to the far side before turning around and smiling at the older boy. "Come here," she said, her voice soft, her invitation sweet and not-quite-innocent.

Meanwhile, Britney saw Jake enter the house and pass the kitchen where she stood, peering into the fridge with Austin.

"Goodnight," the boy said, saying no more as he retreated somewhere deeper into the house as Austin's words returned her focus to the task at hand.

"Well, we have beer out back, and some basic things for mixers...what are you drinking?" he asked, looking back at her.

"Umm," she thought, stalling a bit. She hadn't actually wanted a drink so much as to be free from Chelsea dragging her into the pool. "What are you having?" She asked. "And what's with him?" She asked just as quickly, indicating Jake. "Is he single?" She continued. "Because he's cute," she said, perhaps throwing water on Austin's hopes, though not doing so intentionally. She reached in the fridge and grabbed a Guiness, quickly twisting the top off and asking for a glass before finding one in a cupboard over the sink. She poured the beer and licked the khaki colored froth once, then again, before taking a sip and looking around. "Show me this place," she said, asking for a tour. "I grew up next door and we never knew the neighbors, but it looks amazing."

 

[Fauxnication]

"Yeah, that really is my room," Tyler responded to Chelsea's question. The look on her face suggested that she had some kind of interest in seeing more of the room...and perhaps, more of him.

The USC students turned to watch Jake excuse himself for the evening. Tyler did feel bad for his friend. Tyler and Austin had found potential mates for the weekend within hours of getting to the house, while Jake's girlfriend was nearly across the country, leaving him in a tough spot in terms of socializing.

Tyler smiled at Chelsea as she broke free of his grasp and swam to the other end of the pool. With a smile, he followed her over as she beckoned him closer to her. Upon reaching her, he put his arms on either side of her. He grinned at her, then leaned down to kiss her.

Inside, Austin pulled out a beer. "Keeping it simple," he said as he held up his beer to Britney to see. Since she really didn't indicate what she wanted, he handed her his beer and grabbed another one for himself. He frowned and felt a twinge of jealousy as Britney asked about Jake's relationship status. "No, he's got a girlfriend back home...they've been texting each other pretty much since we landed."

He had hoped that'd squash her hopes of trying to hook up with Jake -- or at least make it seem like he'd be a tough not to crack. Selfishly, he wanted her full attention, especially since Tyler had Chelsea's outside.

Cracking open his beer, Austin nodded at Britney's asking for a tour of the house. "Sure, let's go. Although we really haven't spent too much time here since we got in."

Austin showed her the spacious living area, complete with leather furniture and a 70-inch flatscreen TV. He then led her upstairs, pointing out Jake's room (the only room on the floor with the door shut).

"You've already seen Tyler's room," Austin commented, feeling a little peeved now that he couldn't claim it as his own. Finally, he concluded the tour by showing her his bedroom. "And now here's mine," he said. He hoped it was impressive enough for Britney, and he studied her reaction as they walked inside and looked around. "So what do you think?"

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Britney took in the scene, impressed. The house was spacious and lavish, far nicer than she would expect for an AirBNB, or three college boys. They had picked a great place for break. And she was glad they had. She sat on the nice couch in the living room for a moment, taking it its feel and comfort as she looked around. The television looked huge. She followed Austin upstairs as he pointed out first Jake's room, then his own.

Of course, she thought. That didn't take long. She didn't know whether to be annoyed, put off, or just amused. She re-committed to herself that she was not going to hook up with Austin. Not on the first night. Nevertheless, she stepped into the room, to see it had a California king size bed, large side tables beside it, a vast expanse from the bed to a large fireplace across the room, and an opening into a large bathroom with a jacuzzi tub and an open door that led to a sauna built in to the bathroom. Her parents' house was nice, but this was elaborate. She stepped past the bed and took a look out the window.

Below, Chelsea tread water until Tyler made his way to her, where she again felt his hands along her flanks, figuring he must have been okay with whatever he felt before, knowing she certainly was. She pressed her lips to hers eagerly, but not sloppily, letting his lips chew her lower lip a bit, before pressing harder, opening her mouth, and letting her tongue mingle with his, all while lifting her legs and wrapping them around the boy as he held her in the water. She felt herself growing more and more aroused, her nipples getting taut and hard, and her entrance growing wet in anticipation of its possible receipt later tonight.

"Slut!" Britney's voice came down from the open window above, prompting Chelsea to pull away as they both saw Britney and Austin above. Chelsea gave a sheepish grin and flipped her friend off.

"Oh my god," Chelsea said, loud enough only Tyler could hear. "Go away!" She then shouted up to Britney, who laughed as well.

"Didn't take them long," she said to Austin as she pulled the window shut and closed the drapes, giving her friend privacy. She also knew that she needed to de-escalate her own situation, remembering she was, on the first night of break, standing alone with a guy in his bedroom. "Want to catch a movie downstairs?" She asked.

 

[Fauxnication]

Tyler happily accepted Chelsea's lips against his and greedily took her tongue into his mouth, meeting it with his own. Their tongues danced with each other while Tyler's hands rested under Chelsea's ass, supporting her as her legs were wrapped around his waist.

Their steamy kiss was interrupted by Britney's voice calling from Austin's window. Tyler shared Chelsea's frustration in that their moment was broken up, but luckily, Britney left the scene and gave them their privacy once again.

"Trying to spoil our fun," Tyler smiled before engaging in another kiss with this girl he had just met hours earlier. His tongue re-emerged from his mouth and began to play with Chelsea's again. He gave her ass a firm squeeze under the surface of the warm water and hummed a little into the kiss as it intensified.

Back in the house, Austin was feeling extremely jealous of his friend. He had found a girl really into him, while Austin was busy getting Britney's temperature. There were moments earlier in the evening where she seemed interested, but then she'd do things like talk about Jake's "cuteness" or find an escape from his room that would make him think otherwise. Deep down, he knew he shouldn't waste much more time on her; if she wasn't into him, there were literally hundreds of girls within a few miles that may be. And while the idea of a chase was intriguing, he wasn't a fan of losing a week of fun pining after one girl.

"Yeah, we can do that," Austin replied to Britney's suggestion of taking in a movie. He let her lead the way out of his room, then shut the door on his way out. He led the way back toward the living room and sat down on the couch in the center of the room, picking up the remote and turning the TV on. The owners were nice enough to leave their Netflix information, scribbled on a piece of paper on one of the end tables.

Austin loaded Netflix and turned to Britney. "So what kinds of movies are you into?"

 

[CarnivalBarker]

"How about something scary?" Britney said, settling in next to Austin. Before long, she was stretched out, her body on one end of the couch, her legs draped across his lap, enjoying the feel of someone and also careful to not be too forward. She wondered what Chelsea and Tyler were doing only long enough to figure that she already knew. She worried Austin would make a move of his own, then alternatively wondered why he hadn't. She sighed, then wondered if he had heard her sigh. Every moment alone was an anxious one. She felt herself flush a bit, and she told herself to breathe, that nothing had even happened. She wondered if she wanted it to or not. She wondered if she needed to find her friend and go home. She wondered if Chelsea would get mad if she did. Instead, she again chose a middle ground.

"You want to lay down here with me?" She asked, barely believing she was even offering that, as she scooted forward on the couch, making it clear there was room behind her where Austin could spoon behind her - a perfectly natural position in which they could both watch the movie. "You don't have to," she said, hesitating.

Meanwhile, Chelsea was lost, her body pressed against Tyler's as they bobbed around in the water. She felt the wind off the ocean pick up, cooling the skin above the water as the night air grew chilly. She enjoyed the feel of his hands on her thighs, just beneath her ass, proud she had done her squats and made her morning runs during the last year. The wind blew again, and she gave a tiny shiver.

"It's getting cold," she said. "We can go to your room by the fireplace," she suggested, knowing full well the implications. "Do you think they're coming back outside?" Chelsea asked, realizing that anyone in the backyard might see them in Tyler's room if they were. She hoped Britney wouldn't come looking for her, as she awaited the boy's answer, remaining wrapped around him in the pool.

 

[Fauxnication]

If the booze didn't do enough to scramble Austin's mind, Britney's actions were certainly doing the trick. Coming off as hesitant the whole night, her legs were draped across his lap as they took in the movie. Her mixed signals kept Austin in no-man's-land, as he wasn't sure how it would come across if he made a move.

Then, the girl who was uncomfortable enough to direct the two of them out of Austin's room was suddenly asking him to spoon with her while they watched the movie. You certainly couldn't blame Austin for the frustration that was starting to bubble inside him. This was spring break, a time for fun and surely not a time to be playing silly games with this girl he just met.

Nevertheless, Austin decided he'd see where this step took him.

"Sure," he simply replied, repositioning himself on the couch so that he was firmly nestled behind Britney. While he made it a point to not be so obvious to press his crotch against her ass, he did reach his right arm out and around her waist, keeping her close against him.

He had made his decision, and if she didn't want it, so be it.

Tyler felt Chelsea shiver in his arms, and he gave her a little look of concern. "You're shivering," he said before leaning in and pressing his lips to hers. Her suggestion of heading inside and laying by the fireplace was perfect, and one he would've brought up himself had she not beaten him to it.

"Yeah, we can head in," he replied, then looked toward the house. There was no sign that the party, for lack of a better term, was heading back outside. "I think we're safe," he chuckled. "C'mon, let's go."

Tyler pulled Chelsea from the wall and carried her toward the steps before letting her regain her footing. After drying off, he took her hand in his and led her toward the house.

He was pleasantly surprised to see Austin and Britney laying together on the couch. "Good night. Don't get nightmares watching that stuff," Tyler said with a mischievous smile, then put his arm around Chelsea's lower back, ushering her to the master bedroom.