Big Time Beach Party Novels & Stories

But that doesn't seem to work that way at parties, so I decide to listen to Dominik and we both leave two hours late for the party, which is literally happening outside our hotel on the beach. From the beginning of the afternoon, I surprisingly started to hear loud music from the beach, with big speakers and people starting to arrive at the place. So I can't deny that I'm anxious and I really want to go to the damn party once and for all like it's calling me or something. I'm too excited to go to the party with Dominik. "Do you think there will be many people at the party now?" I ask Dominik as we walk out of the hotel elevator together.

Candice raised her glass to Sabine "Cheers." Sabine clinked glasses with her "Cheers girl." They were sprawled out, side by side, on two separate mats on the seashore. It was an evening beach party; the place was packed full of people or rather beings in different bathing suits. While most of the ladies wore sexy, colorful bathing suits, the males wore nice briefs or boxers. A beach fire had been set up and they were together in a group, dancing around the fire. The style of dance was the La Bamba dance of Mexico.

Instead, he slapped the table like he’d just remembered why he was there. “Anyway, I didn’t come over to psychoanalyze you. I came to invite you to my beach party next weekend.” I blinked. “Beach party?” “Yeah, man! It’s gonna be epic. Bonfire, drinks, music, the whole shebang. You’ve gotta come.” I hesitated. The last thing I wanted was to spend an entire evening in the middle of Vance’s party animals. But saying no to Vance wasn’t easy. “Thanks for the invite, but—”

"Not because of us, though I see where your naughty little mind is headed." I laughed. "Then why would it be loud?" "It's the beach down from LA. There are a million people there, waiting to see a movie star or run into a songwriter or singer. It's crazy over there." "There's got to be a quiet part of the beach that's private." "Oh course there is, but it's fucking insane expensive." He leaned down and kissed the tip of my nose. "Come on. Let's get over to this party." "Alright." I pulled out of his hold and yelped as he popped me in the butt. "You're going to get payback for that, Mister."

Voices, laughing and gossiping, mixed in with the rumble of waves on the beach just beside the clubhouse, and some very loud pop music that's coming out of the speakers hits me like a wall as I emerge into the chill night air. They could have STD's for all I know. I hurriedly follow behind him into the clubhouse and try to meet up with his long strides. The details of the party becomes clearer as we go closer and it's in fact, not really a club, more of like a house party. The pop music I heard earlier is blasting out of a few large speakers that are attached to red extension cords that runs up to a shack. A group of boys hanging around one of the speakers have stacked up orange plastic cups

"Helbert! Helbert!" Little feet in flip-flops sprinted across the sand towards a young guy with long hair standing barefoot on the beach. The kid’s face lit up with joy, like seeing Helbert on the shore was the best thing that happened to him today, giving him two precious moments at once.

I’d paid for them when the hotel noticed they were missing. “I’m calling an Uber,” Jordyn declared. “Cam, go to the bar and grab whatever champagne is left. Cass, go to the kitchen and ask for some boxed food.” “Really?” Stella asked, her eyes wide. “We’re going to the beach?” “Damn straight,” Jordyn said, his voice serious. “If you don’t want it to be over, then it’s not over. Not yet. Bonfire beach party, here we come.” Fifteen minutes later we were piling into the Uber, our arms full of blankets Cameron and Jordyn had ripped off their beds. We had boxed up food, four bottles of champagne, and some other assorted canned drinks.

However, I'm not going to let Miley in on all these details. The beach houses rented by the committee have a maximum capacity of four people. Having learned from past experience, I share mine only with Ruby, while Miley spends the night with Christina in the next-door bungalow. After changing into our swimsuits, we head to the beach, where we can hear the sounds of the party that has already started. On a makeshift stage, a dark-skinned DJ plays trendy hip-hop, surrounded by a colorful, neon mass of dancers. A huge line has formed at the makeshift bar, and those who have waited their turn walk around with plastic cups in their hands. The police would profit from this.

Becka was the one to prepare our lunch since they all know that Gabriel is kinda busy. And I can't help but smile when I saw my wife blushing. We sat down and ate lunch together but no one dared to talk after that. The tension is slowly building up and I can feel them being cautious around me because they are all aware how sensitive I can be whenever this day comes. After lunch, we all prepared to leave the house. Becka is going with us in the car since she's in charge of Nathan. Crimson joined the three guys in their car and three other cars with the security team followed us on the way to the cemetery.

He played with a car key, and stood up from the chair, as he made for the exit. Charvie was stunned. “Are we really going?” *** The party was held on the beach, as said by the boy, though kids were there, it looked like an adult party instead. Charvie didn't change her blue boho dress, which still stood out for a beach outfit. The gift box was in her hand, as she made her way alongside Cruz to the group of children playing, with two adults, chatting in their midst. “Gerald,” Charvie called the little boy with a cone hat amidst his friends.