Big Time Beach Party Novels & Stories

Aida and Tyrus would share one, of course, and I would share with Kiara. “The party starts at sundown. So I’ll meet you all at the front door at eight o’clock.” “Sounds great.” *** A couple of hours later, we were ready for the beach party. Kiara and I could hardly contain our excitement as we made our way towards the front door. It’d been too long since I’d allowed myself the opportunity to relax. I was ready to cut loose and forget all my worries. And Kiara, well, she was always ready for a good time. It was one of the things I liked best about her. I never had to worry about celebrating alone because she would always be by my side.

I was crossing Fifteenth Street when I spotted a sexy young Latin guy in a tank top and low-riding pants, and I remembered Javier Marisco. I could have invited him to the party at Jaguarz. But did I want Javier around when I was working? And would he be comfortable at a party for plus-size men and the guys who loved them? I had been running the Big Boys Blowout for a couple of months. The party circuit is brutal on South Beach; everybody’s got an angle. There are only so many parties you can throw for the rich and the handsome, after all. Regular guys need a place to go too, and when you cater to them, they spend money. Since I take a cut of the bar proceeds, that’s paramount for me.

The beach party kicked off right as the sun started setting. The whole villa complex had gone all out—tiki torches flickering along the sand, a local band playing reggae covers, long tables loaded with grilled food, cocktails, and ice buckets full of beer. Mom and Dad were in their element, already chatting with another couple from Ohio and dragging us into pictures. Riley looked dangerous in that short white sundress. Thin straps, low neckline, and the hem barely reaching mid-thigh. No bra. Every step made her tits move under the fabric.

" Seeing the clear flicker of conflict on her face, I pressed harder, and she finally gave in. But Jared stepped forward from the side and hooked his pinky around hers before cautiously saying, "Naomi happily went to school this morning, Heather. You haven't heard anything about an accident from the school, so why is Miles suddenly asking for money the moment he comes home? "If Naomi's really sick, just cancel the birthday party package. I've never celebrated my birthday before, so I guess it doesn't matter anyway. "Though I've always envied people who throw lively parties to celebrate their birthdays, and this is the first birthday we will be celebrating together, it's fine. I guess I'm jus

{Patrick's Perspective} The bonfire crackled on the beach, its orange glow dancing across the sand, casting long shadows that flickered with the rhythm of the waves crashing nearby. It was a crisp late summer night in our small coastal town, the air thick with the scent of salt and burning driftwood. Laughter and music spilled from the crowd of college kids sprawled across blankets and lawn chairs, red Solo cups in hand, the party in full swing. I leaned back against a weathered log, my beer bottle sweating in my grip, my eyes scanning the crowd for him—Timothy, the quiet, nerdy junior who lived across the street from me.