All characters are at least eighteen years of age.
It was one of those late April days that act like a dress rehearsal for summer. The unusually high temperatures drove throngs of people to the southern California beach. Whole families looked like modern nomads, lugging coolers, easy up tents, and all implements required for beach fun, setting up camp along the miles of hot sand, Julian called home.
It was days like this that made him truly appreciate where he lived. He didn't have to fight the traffic to battle for parking on the beach. All he had to do was jump on his beach cruiser for a leisurely pedal; shortly he was in nirvana.
Julian loved riding his cruiser. Nothing else relaxed him quite like a nice ride on the beach trail. He loved seeing all the different kinds of people that the beach attracted. He especially loved watching all the women it attracted, the young girls in tight bodies parading around in skimpy bikinis, the trophy wives and milfs showing off their new breasts; he loved the beach.
Now that he was single again, he tried to be at the beach as much as possible. The first few months after his divorce were tough. After being married for twelve years it was difficult to adjust to life on his own.
Thanks to California's liberal divorce laws he was now pretty broke. On the bright side he was thirty seven, had no kids, and was free to do whatever he pleased.
He was never actually out of shape, but his love for beer had left him with a belly that embarrassed him whenever he passed a mirror. Since the divorce he had immersed himself back into running and playing beach volleyball.
It was an easy way to lose twenty five pounds quickly, and Julian felt great. He noticed that he was getting longer looks from lots of women, as he dove around the sand digging and spiking balls. It reminded him a bit of college, when his whole life revolved around the volleyball team, drinking, and girls.
He married right out of college and bounced around a wide variety of jobs while pursuing his real passion, coaching volleyball. His ex-wife would constantly nag him to become a teacher, so he could coach and teach in the same place, but Julian only cared about volleyball. Teaching did not seem like a great profession to him.
Instead he would work various service jobs to leave his days open to surfing, playing volleyball, or whatever outdoor activity he was into at the time.
Right now his activity was sitting in a beach chair watching the waves crash in on white sand. His muscles had that pleasant ache he loved after playing beach volleyball for hours. His picturesque day dream was broken by a familiar voice.
"Coach Lewis?"
Julian looked up and saw two of his former club volleyball players staring down at him. His eyes dropped from their faces and evaluated their incredibly toned bodies. Emily was a tall thin beauty. She had played middle blocker on his 16 and under team. Her light brown hair had grown down to her waist, and her chest had sprouted two perky little breasts that she now had tightly wrapped in a bright yellow bikini top. Her stomach was a firm six pack that he immediately wanted to lick. She flashed him a braces filled smile on her cute freckled face.
"She still has that baby face. Shit she must be 19 by now." He thought, "Hey Emily, how are you doing?" He flashed a smile, as he tried to recognize her friend. He knew he had coached her, but couldn't place exactly who she was until she self-consciously slouched while crossing her hands in front of herself.
"Stacy?" He questioned out loud. "Wow, I barely recognized you."
She blushed and looked down at the sand by her feet. She was shorter than her friend and had a much more womanly figure. Stacy was the tomboy of the team. Julian remembered the other girls making fun of the shy dark haired girl who wasn't quite able to control her body.
The woman that stood before him bore very little resemblance to that girl. Her dark, wavy hair had grown long. Her breasts had swollen into two beautiful examples of womanhood. Her stomach was flat, but lacked the muscular definition of her friend. Her hips flared out seductively, and Julian's mind immediately went to a dirty, happy place.
"What are you doing here coach?"
"Just playing some volleyball and relaxing. How about you two? You guys still playing volleyball?"
"I am but Stacy quit. She is more interested in boys and partying." Stacy elbowed Emily jokingly. Julian was devouring the gorgeous image of these two young bikini clad girls.
" I actually have a volleyball scholarship to Humboldt State.
"She is only going to Humboldt because it's a stoner school."
"Shut up, at least I didn't drop out of volleyball to become a full time stoner."
The girls started to giggle. Then Stacy tilted her head slightly and gave Emily a knowing glance. Emily shrugged her shoulders in response.
"Don't you live around here coach." Stacy asked.
"Yeah, just down the street. Why?"
"We were going to smoke a joint, but didn't want to do it on the beach. Can we come over?"
Julian thought for a second. These two gorgeous young girls were inviting themselves to his house. His brain told him it was a bad idea, but his cock told him it was a fantastic one. His cock informed his brain that both girls were at least eighteen, and he was no longer their coach so there was no conflict of interest there. What was the worst thing that could happen opposed to what was the best thing?
"Sure. Where are you guys parked?"
After a quick exchange of directions, Julian grabbed his bike and rode home. His mind was reeling during the short ride home. What was he doing inviting two eighteen year old temptresses over to his house to smoke pot? Did he think that he was going to have sex with one or both of the girls? Or was he trying to convince himself he was just going to catch up. Either way, hanging out with some lovely ladies seemed a lot more promising than hanging out by himself.
He got home and quickly tidied up a bit before he heard the doorbell ring. He lived on the top floor of a modest condominium complex. All of the units surrounded a central pool, and Julian was sweeping the deck when he saw the girls walk up. The both had thrown on a pair of short jean shorts, but Emily's was the high waist variety that was suddenly in fashion again. He couldn't understand that style. Even Emily with her gorgeous long legs and thin waist looked a bit awkward it them. Emily also had on a very tight sleeveless t-shirt that accentuated her perky little breasts.
Stacy had on a loose fitting Tie-dyed t-shirt that did very little to conceal her large breasts. He went to the front door and let them in. They immediately showed themselves around his small condo, gawking at all the pictures on display. Emily found his bookshelf and started to snoop on his reading preferences reading the titles out loud.
"Female Erotic Fiction, Urban Tantra, quite a purvey collection coach." She commented with a giggle.
"Don't judge me," Julian reacted defensively.
After careful inspection of his entire condo, the girls plopped themselves on his big leather couch. Stacy procured a rather large joint from her pocket and placed it in her mouth.
"What do you guys want to drink?" Julian called from the kitchen.
"Margaritas please." They called back in unison.
He didn't even hesitate preparing drinks for these two under aged girls. He thought,"If they can smoke pot, they can drink."
He made up a pitcher of margaritas, adding a little extra tequila floater on top.
He set three large glasses and the pitcher on the table in front of his former students, before he plopped down on the loveseat next to the couch. As soon as he sat down Stacy sparked the joint and after several well orchestrated tokes, got it burning uniformly before handing it to Emily.
"Not your first time I take it."
The girls began to giggle nearly uncontrollably.
"Coach I don't think I was ever sober at practice." She answered.
Emily looked odd holding the joint. Her facial features looked so innocent and pure, yet she obviously was right at home toking away at the comically large joint.
Julian poured everyone a large sampling of the stiff margarita, and held up his glass for a cheers.
The girls raised their glasses to his.
"To some wonderful refreshments on this beautiful day, in the company of a couple of gorgeous ladies."
The girls giggled as they toasted, and their drug fueled day of debauchery had begun.
The pot hit Julian harder than he had expected, but he compensated by drinking more of the margarita. He used to be able to smoke all day long and still function, but he hadn't smoked pot in months. He only fell back into his stoner habit when he was hanging out with some of his old college buddies.
Most of the conversation was directed by the girls reminiscing about their club volleyball days and filling their former coach in on their lives and future plans. After they dove into the second pitcher the conversation turned to Julian's personal life. Why did he get a divorce? Was he dating anybody, how often did he date, and other probing questions.
"You know the whole team was hot for you." Stacy finally blurted out.
"When you would hit balls at us, your shirt would ride up showing off your abs. That's why we had so much trouble with that drill. We were all too distracted." Emily added as the girls broke into a cacophony of cat calls.
Stacy lit another joint. This one was a bit smaller, thank goodness.
