Chapter 318

“Look over there!”

You looked, like a fool, and Ollie smacked her hand down in a crack on the back of your shoulder. With a groan you rolled over, wincing at the sharp pain as you lowered your sunglasses.

“Thanks,” you said.

“Serves you right for almost falling asleep,” Ollie chuckled. She took a sip from her water bottle - the one she’d filled with the second round of mimosas that she’d made before you all left - and sighed loudly as she settled in cross-legged next to you on her towel. Sabrina and Gemma had gone for a walk with Corey and Victoria, your two girlfriends holding hands as they went with the couple, and Brent and Paul had run down to the water again since Edgar had finally shown up. The guys and Ollie had razzed him about hooking up with his ‘local virgin girl’ in the basement and Edgar had spun a dirty retelling of how tight she’d been, etc. etc. You didn’t have the heart to tell him he’d slept with a girl a year younger than him with probably double, or even triple, the body count he did.

Ollie had gone off to the public restrooms, and she’d caught you accidentally starting to doze off in the heat when she’d come back.

“Alright,” she sighed. “So.”

“So?” you asked, sitting up and reaching for the sunscreen, starting to slather another layer on yourself.

“So,” Ollie nodded. “You’re dating two women who are way out of your league. They are both pretty fantastic, they are both totally smitten with you, and even though you guys tried to keep quiet last night I could still hear enough that I have even more confirmation they’re pretty happy with you in bed. So, what the fuck happened?”

“I ... don’t know?” you said. “You already heard how we met.”

“Yeah, but how did you go from ‘my work buddy John’ to ‘Relationship Sex God John?’” Ollie asked, then she put on a ridiculous British brogue. “Are ye a wizard, Johnny?”

“No, I’m not a wizard,” you chuckled.

“Any magic involved? Voodoo? Genies and three wishes?”

“Nope.”

“Mind control? Did you hypnotize them, or reprogram their brains? Wack science pheromones?”

“I’m starting to get a little insulted.”

“Blackmail? A relationship app? Aliens? A bet gone wrong, but oh so right? Truth or dare?”

“Where are you getting these ideas?” you chuckled.

“Porn, mostly,” Ollie laughed and shrugged. A middle-aged woman walking by on the beach looked over at her, scowling openly. “What?” Ollie demanded loudly. “I watch porn. I read porn. I flick my bean to porn. Get over it and stop listening in on people’s conversations.”

The woman scowled harder and stormed away.

“Jesus,” you laughed.

“Oh, she had it coming,” Ollie smirked. “But seriously, John. This is me checking in on you for the last time this weekend. Are you good? Is everything OK? Are you kidnapped by soul-sucking vampire chicks and need to be rescued?”

“If they were vampires, why are we at the beach?” you pointed out.

“Fair,” Ollie said.

“Yes, I’m fine,” you said. “No, correction - I’m fucking great, Ollie. I’m in love with them, and they are in love with me. And the roadblocks ahead of us are things we can manage, and plan for. And the things we can’t plan for we can handle together.”