The Big Tits Club Pt. 02 Ch. 11-12

The seven of us started on the two-mile Fern Creek and Hillside trail through the forest. Sam had brought her SLR camera with a wide-angle lens, and the girls spent the better part of the first mile looking for cool photo-ops and mugging for the camera. We got another tourist to take a group photo for us by the entrance sign. Eva snapped a shot of me with my three girlfriends tucked into a fire-burned, A-shaped hollow within one of the trunks. And Sam got some pretty pics of the others crossing a bridge with the creek running towards us in the foreground and the epic trees filling the frame in the back.

None of us had ever been to Muir Woods before, as it was a little too far out of the way for South Bay high schoolers like the OG BTC, and obviously Lily, Eva, and Skylar all grew up out of town. We all marveled at the stunning majesty of nature for a bit, geeking out over the view while giggling and laughing perhaps a little bit too much for some other people's comfort, to the point where an older couple actually came over to shush us and scold us to be more respectful.

After that, the girls were relatively quiet for the remainder of the hike - at least as quiet as a group of six college coeds could possibly be when together. The further we walked, the more the tranquil setting of abundant flora had a calming effect, and we actually covered half a mile on the return trip up on the hillside with barely a word but not minding the serenity one bit.

We were out of the car at the National Monument for just over an hour and got back on the road again. Our next stop was the Muir Beach Overlook with its cliffside view of the Pacific coast. We took the stairway down to the lookout point, snapped a bunch of photos with the epic backdrop and the stairs that seemingly led to oblivion. The weather was nice and sunny with a few puffy white clouds on the horizon but nothing that would impede the spectacular view. Naimh got another tourist to take a photo of all seven of us hunkered down inside a World War II era bunker. And after the short stop, we finally drove down the hill to Muir Beach itself.

We found a good spot to set up camp away from other beachgoers. While very picturesque, a beach this far from urban civilization thankfully wasn't particularly crowded on a random October Saturday. Sam asked Belle and Lily to lay out the nylon mat and beach chairs and tasked Naimh, Skylar, and Eva with setting up the twelve-by-twelve canopy. Meanwhile, Sam assigned herself to helping me get the barbecue grill started.

Skylar had some trouble following Naimh's directions, but Eva grasped the process quickly enough - having far more familiarity with beach equipment - and she picked up any slack. Eva good-naturedly ribbed the post-grad engineering student as she helped Skylar with a canopy leg she'd been fumbling with. Skylar blushed and said that she'd left her lucky pink construction helmet at home.

All set up, Naimh immediately wanted to hit the water. Skylar naturally agreed to follow Naimh wherever, Belle and Lily were quite willing to go as well, and even dour Eva was grinning and eager, both Hawaiian girls perhaps revitalized by being so close to the Pacific Ocean.

The girls had all worn swimsuits beneath their hiking clothes, so it was an easy matter to strip down once we got to the beach. Naimh wore my favorite cobalt blue bikini and Belle was in a black and white number I remembered from high school. This afternoon would be my first opportunity to see Lily, Eva, and Skylar in swimwear though, and I couldn't help but pay a little bit more attention to them.

Lily was in an electric yellow halter-top bikini that looked amazing on her tanned skin, offering oodles of mammary flesh for view up front and featuring cheeky cut bottoms that proved the pint-sized cutie had plenty of badonkadonk in the back.

Eva wore a sleek, dark-blue Roxy surf suit with light-blue long sleeves featuring an intricate floral pattern down both arms. The form-fitting material clung tight to her big breasts, the bikini-cut bottoms showed off her perky ass, and with the zipper pulled down I got an eyeful of tightly pressed-together cleavage.

Skylar, of course, would never wear electric yellow or even a surf suit with a floral print. Throughout all the outfits I'd seen her wear to date, including the wedding, she'd uniformly worn black, white, gray, brown, and sometimes navy blue, and today was no different.

Never attention-grabbing nor provocative despite her absolutely incredible body, she removed her button-down shirt and shorts to reveal a plain black one-piece swimsuit: the kind you might buy at a big-box superstore that also sold motor oil and laundry detergent. It wasn't an ugly suit by any means, and Skylar's figure could make a paper bag look sexy, but still. Regardless, the statuesque blonde didn't seem the least bit self-conscious, and she happily followed the others down to the waterline about ten yards away from the canopy.

Sam, on the other hand, had dressed to impress in an attention-grabbing fire-engine red number with gold metal hoops for fasteners that displayed abundant cleavage and showed off her sculpted bubble butt. She'd also traded in her newsboy cap for a wide-brimmed straw hat with a red bow and a pair of stylish Ray-Bans. But rather than go join the others in scampering around in the surf while squealing about how cold the water was, my Head Girlfriend suggested that she'd stick around and help me meal prep.

But as much as I enjoyed the view, I'd rather see Sam having fun with the other girls. So after reminding her that she needed to spend more time with her friends, I took her by the hand, literally walked Sam over to Naimh by the waterline, and parked the blonde's hand in the redhead's. Then I gave Sam a healthy swat on the ass and told her to go have fun.

Belle promptly turned around and waggled her tushie at me, but I smirked and walked back to the grill, knowing that if I stopped to give her a spank, the other girls might very well line up as well.

As if that would be a bad thing? I could practically hear Belle say behind me.

Lily sighed wistfully about not having a surfboard, or even a boogie board. No matter, she was still the first one to wade out waist deep and then dive beneath the next oncoming wave. But she only took a few strokes before turning around and body-surfing back into the shallows. She came up hugging herself with goosebumps visible even from where I was standing, followed by a burst of pidgin and complaints that California water was way too cold.

So of course Irish Naimh promptly told the Hawaiian-native that she didn't know what cold was, waded out, and then swam her way beyond the breakers to start treading water and wave like the temperature was no big deal. She called for Skylar to come along, and the honey-blonde babe swam out to join her.

The two British Isles compatriots then hooted for the others to come join them (don't tell Neevie I just said that Ireland was part of the British Isles), and after a minute, Belle and Lily put their heads together and then hopped into the water to join Naimh and Skylar.

A little while later, all four of them hollered for Eva and Sam, but Sam still wore her hat and sunglasses. She made no move to remove either article and simply shrugged with a small smile. Eva moved alongside her and the two briefly spoke, although I couldn't hear what they were saying. The four girls in the water kept teasing, but in the end, Eva simply folded her arms across her chest as if no amount of peer-pressure could ever make her give in.

So the other four swam around for a bit and started body-surfing in the shallow waves while Sam and Eva hung back ankle-deep and chatted together. Eventually, though, the other four girls started returning to shore. And as if to prove a point, only then did Eva swim out past the breakers, and then keep swimming, doing a wide loop around the bay before returning back and neatly body-surfing on the next wave to rejoin the group.

By that point the food was ready, and I called for the girls to come back to our home base. Everyone but Sam dried off (since Sam didn't need to) and assembled either on the beach chairs or the beach mat.

When I started passing out food, Skylar declined the chicken and the burgers, opting for the roasted corn and some of the fresh-cut fruit. I belatedly remembered she'd eaten a vegetarian plate at the wedding and smacked my forehead, asking, "Are you vegetarian?"

She shook her head in the negative, replying, "Not really. At least, any true vegetarian would call me a traitor." I caught the subtle way Skylar flinched at the end there, but she shook it off and quickly continued, "I prefer a mostly vegetarian diet just as a matter of preference to eat healthy, but I'll eat fish and chicken if I feel like it. Love sushi. No red meat though."

"Feck off," Naimh teased. "Ye canna be me friend no more."

Everybody cracked up at that.

"I'll keep that in mind for next time," I offered. "Maybe pack some veggie burgers."

"Oh, that won't be necessary," Skylar put in. "If I'm really hungry the grilled chicken will be just fine."

I nodded while fishing bottles of water and a few beers from the cooler. "Tell me you can at least drink these."

"Oh, yes, of course. I'd be a bit of a dodgy Brit if I didn't." She raised her hand and neatly caught the bottle I tossed her. She glanced at the label and grinned, "Ooh, Guinness!"

"Brilliant!" Naimh interjected. "You can be me friend again."

Everybody cracked up once more.

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The seven of us spent the next half-hour in companionable conversation while eating. By then it was approaching low tide, so expert marine biologist Naimh called for everyone to go look for little crabs, purple sea urchins, green anemones, and all sorts of barnacles.

We put our sandals on and started walking out on the rocks, careful not to trample the barnacles or snails. Lily spotted a cluster of purple and orange starfish crawling all over each other. Eva pointed out a big green anemone to me and giggled cutely when I put a finger inside and the entire thing clamped around my digit. And Naimh geeked out over a crab that seemed to be playing hide-and-seek with her, repeatedly disappearing into a crack and then crawling back out while she gently talked to it as if it understood Irish-accented English.

"So it's settled then," Sam declared. "Neevie's the crab whisperer."

"Neevie's got crabs?" Belle cracked. "Is that what you said?"

"Oh, grow up," Sam sighed.

Eventually, the little crab disappeared and Naimh moved on. She kept up a running commentary on the biological science behind the creatures and the reason why they only lived in this intertidal zone, which fascinated Skylar.

"You really know your stuff," the blonde newcomer pronounced.

"Tell me if I'm boring you," Naimh said apologetically. "I know I can blather on a bit, and you don't need to coddle me."

"Not at all. Crack on," Skylar affirmed with a smile, gesturing forward. And the two of them continued further down the beach.

Meanwhile, Lily was doing much the same with Belle. While perhaps not a budding marine biologist herself, Lily definitely knew her sea creatures. And the pair of petite cuties headed off the other way together.

I was still in a deep squat by the green anemone, with Eva squatting beside me and Sam standing on my other side. Eva gestured in the direction of Belle and Lily, commenting, "I knew those two were peas in a pod, but it looks like those two are well on their way as well." She finished by gesturing towards Naimh and Skylar.

"I'm glad for them," I replied warmly, momentarily glancing up at Sam before returning my attention to Eva. "I told you before that the four of us are all missing our best friends who went off to different colleges. While Belle and Lily hit it off right away, Neevie told me she was feeling a bit lonely. And I definitely sensed that Skylar was a bit of a lost soul during our wedding date."

Eva narrowed her eyes at me. "Is that why you invited her to join us today? To help them both make friends?"

I shrugged. "I told you that Skylar wanted to meet the girls Saturday night and would have if not for the... uhhh... 'incident' Belle told you about. She said she didn't have many friends and she wanted to visit the beach. Win-win all around."

"Win-win for you if another beautiful babe with big tits comes into your inner circle of friends and starts to wonder what a ride on The BTC boyfriend's big dick feels like," Eva muttered.

"It's not like that." Sam frowned and squatted down next to us.

Eva shrugged and turned her gaze towards Belle and Lily. "Lily's got that romantic date set up with Matty next week and she's told me in great detail how she wants that night to end. I figure you guys thought I'd be the next conquest, but since I made clear to Matty I don't want that kind of relationship, it only makes sense you'd start to line up a replacement."

"Eva, seriously," Sam stated gravely, clasping her hands together and giving the other girl a harsh look.

The hapa girl shook her head, stood up straight, and muttering "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." She pursed her lips and started walking back towards our beach spot.

I exchanged a look with Sam, and we quickly stood to follow Eva. The tall, leggy brunette took long strides across the sand, forcing me and Sam to jog a bit to catch up. I came alongside Eva on her left, saying, "Eva, please."

Sam was a little more direct in her problem-solving, taking hold of Eva's elbow and tugging back on it. "Hey, slow down."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," the hapa girl repeated with another head-shake. "You guys have been great, really. You don't deserve me being a bitch about this. And I really think you all might be better off without me."

"Now why would you say that?" I asked.

"Because it's the truth." Eva came to a stop and gestured back towards the other girls. "I'm not actually a package deal with Lily. You're not obligated to be friends with me just because you're friends with her."

"We're friends with you because we want to be friends with you," I assured her.

"But why?" Eva thrust her hands out. "I eat your food. I tag along on your trips. You all are nothing but nice to me and I give you nothing but shit in return. By any reasonable metric, I'm a terrible friend."

"You're not a terrible friend," Sam countered. "You're cool. You're chill. You don't bother anybody or ask for anything, and you readily lend a helping hand without question like setting up the canopy and stuff. It's actually rather nice to have a friend that can just be there and not ask me for anything. And you only give shit to people with a dry sense of humor that, quite frankly, I really enjoy."

"You're not enjoying me giving you guys shit right now," Eva pointed out.

Sam sighed. "Well true, this is a first for me, although Matty told me about you calling us a cult the other day. But if I stopped being friends with people just because we got into an uncomfortable conversation every now and again, I wouldn't have any friends left."

Eva snorted at that and gave Sam a wry grin. "I've been sparing you all my inner voice's caustic remarks, otherwise I'd be having a LOT more 'uncomfortable conversations' with everybody."

Sam cracked, "Get outta my head. You have NO idea how much I've gotta bite my lip sometimes with some of the wankers I hang out with. Present company excluded, of course."

Eva smirked and started walking again, slowly this time though so that Sam and I could easily pace her.

"I really do enjoy spending time with you," I told Eva sincerely. "Ever since we agreed to be 'just friends' and remove the whole sex thing from the equation, I thought things had been going really well. You're sharp. You do help me out in the kitchen. And you really do know how to make me laugh."

Eva shrugged. "You've got plenty of other girls who are smart, funny, and happy to help out in the kitchen."

"The others being awesome doesn't diminish you being awesome too," I insisted before leaning in conspiratorially. "And don't tell Neevie, but you're a much better gamer than she'll ever be."

Eva laughed and shook her head. "I've had more practice than she has. And Neevie plays video games with you out of love. I just wanna kick your ass."

"Nothing wrong with that," I replied with a grin.

Sam snapped her fingers. "Matty has missed having a video game buddy for a while. You can be his new 'Alice'."

"His new what?" Eva looked confused.

Sam shrugged and explained, "Alice and Matty were gamer buddies going all the way back to grade school. None of the rest of us seriously played - not like those two. I mean, Neevie's been trying but it's not her thing; less a video game player and more of a video game cosplayer. So stick around, keep playing video games with Matty, and you can consider your place with us assured."

"Works for me," Eva confirmed with a smile.

"Wait, no, no. That's the wrong way of approaching this." I shook my head as we got back to our home base and then picked up two of the chairs to relocate them deeper into the shade. I sat down on one while Sam took the other. Eva, on the other hand, elected to remain standing with her arms folded over her chest, waiting for me to continue. "We play video games to have fun. I don't want you thinking you're obligated to play video games with me as a condition for our continued friendship," I explained, giving Eva a serious look.

"I didn't mean to imply it was conditional," Sam interposed. "Just that we're a collective and that everybody has a role they naturally fit into within that collective. You HAVE been missing a gamer buddy for a while."

"I don't like the thought that our collective is missing roles just because some of our best friends went away to different colleges," I argued. "Mari, Zofi, and Alice are all gone. Even Holly. None of them can simply be replaced and it feels a bit like a betrayal to try."

"Of course, of course," Sam conceded, raising both hands.

I turned my attention back to Eva. "You're not Alice, and I would never expect you to be Alice. You're Eva, a unique individual I like hanging out with and occasionally playing video games with, and it's the whole package that makes me want to continue hanging out with you."

"Even though I'm never letting you into my panties."

I sighed and rubbed my forehead. "Wasn't this issue supposed to be resolved already?"

Eva winced and sighed. "I know. I'm sorry."

"I mean, what happened to you?" I blurted, a bit exasperated, before closing my eyes and holding a hand up with a grimace, muttering, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"You apologize too much," Sam scolded me. "It was a valid question."

I rolled my eyes at her and shook my head.

"Well you may be too much of a nice guy to ask her, but I don't have that problem," Sam stated evenly as she turned the full force of her attention to Eva. "Seriously: what happened to you?"

Eva shook her head and sighed. "It's a long story."

"We've got plenty of time." Sam gestured both arms out grandly. "Look, we both know Matty's never gonna pressure you to talk about this stuff, and your friendship with us is NOT conditional on you telling us the story. But we really DO want to better understand you and try to help if we can. That's what real friends DO, yeah? And we can't do that if you won't let us in."

Eva took a deep breath, hugged herself a little tighter, and then glanced out across the bay. There were no other beachgoers near us, Naimh and Skylar were still poking around the tidepools, and Belle and Lily had started building a sandcastle. It was an excellent opportunity to have a private conversation, but she shook her head slowly, defaulting to her usual closed-off self.