Tom parked the car just at the end of the long parking lot outside beach. It was the first week of summer break, so Sydney had decided it was a good time to introduce him to Amanda. However, she'd had one interesting caveat, since as his dom she'd been so giving.
"Now remember," she said, exiting the passenger seat, "No talking to anyone except myself and Amanda. And speak only when spoken to. Got it?"
"Got it." he said. Tom stretched a bit, since the ride from the dorms to the beach was so long, even with his reckless driving. Sydney looked at her boyfriend's glorious, sculpted body - those broad shoulders, those strong arms, that athletic chest, and those grand legs of his concealed only by a pair of blue swim trunks. To say nothing of course of that gorgeous face of his. Sydney herself looked grand - a purple two-piece bikini that, while covering her admittedly small (though nonetheless cute) breasts, left little to the imagination with regards to her wonderfully round ass, complimented by her amazingly thin waistline and thick thighs.
The pair made their way down to the beach, where Amanda was supposed to meet them.
"Let me see," Sydney said, looking around "Either she's somehow late or she's already hitting the waves. Oh! Oh, Tom, look, over there!".
She pointed to a woman on a large yellow surfboard riding a huge wave in the middle of the water.
"Is that her?" Tom asked.
"Yeah. She's so elegant" Sydney sighed, looking dreamily at her. Tom turned to her.
"Are y-" She stomped on his foot.
"No talking. Go fetch some snow cones, pervert." Tom walked off towards the east end of the beach where the snow cone stand was set up.
"God damn, should've seen that coming," he thought "Wait... how the hell am I supposed to order snow cones? I can't talk!".
He looked up at the menu for the snow cones, each of which had a number assigned to it.
"Oh perfect!" he thought "I'll just show the numbers on my hands! Now let's see... Sydney likes cherry, so I'll get her the number one."
Tom got to the front of the line and the man who tended to the storefront asked him what he wanted. Tom held up his index finger.
"Alrighty" said the cashier. The two stood there for a couple minutes.
"Well, are you going to order something?" asked the cashier. Tom held up his index finger again in confusion.
"Alrighty." said the cashier again. They stood there again for another couple minutes.
"Look buddy, do you want something or not?". Tom held up his index finger again and screwed his face in frustration.
"I've been giving you time, what do you want?!"
Tom pointed to his index finger in anger.
"I get that you need a minute, guy but there's other customers!".
Tom facepalmed in frustration. The process of trial and error continued for another five minutes, until he finally got a cherry snowcone for Sydney and a blueberry snowcone for himself, and proceeded back to where Sydney had set up their towels.
Amanda sat beside Sydney, her yellow surfboard right near her. Sydney had on a gorgeous red one-piece that clung tightly to her amazing hourglass figure and complimented her dark complexion, her skin made only more beautiful thanks to the shine of the sun off the water on her from her earlier surfing.
"There you are!" said Sydney "What took you so long?"
"The guy at the snow cone stand was... not great with understanding people." Tom said.
"That and you won't let me talk to people right now" he thought.
Sydney took her snowcone and started licking it.
"So, you must be Tom," said Amanda, holding out her hand "Amanda Collins, nice to meet you."
"Tom Vernor, same here." he said, accepting the handshake. Amanda took a good look at Tom and turned to Sydney grinning.
"Well Syd, I gotta hand it to ya, you at least know how to pick a looker". She turned back to Tom.
"So, Sydney tells me you're an anarchist. What's that entail?"
"Arguing on the internet and attending union meetings, basically."
"And punching Neo-Nazis?"
"Well, when they're in town, absolutely, but I don't do it all the time."
"You vote?"
"When it matters."
"It always matters."
"Only when they listen."
Sydney got up and stretched a bit.
"Well, this is gonna be a long one. Tom, I forgot my tanning lotion in the car, I'm gonna go get it and come right back."
She hurried to the parking lot, and the two resumed their conversation.
"So, you look nice and you don't seem to be an asshole. What do you do for a living?" Amanda asked, her face now more cold.
"Mechanic by trade, musician by commission." Tom responded.
"You got your career aspects lined up?"
"Family more or less owns a repair shop, I'm pretty much attending school for clerical reasons so they can hire me."
"What if it goes under?"
"Hometown's full of job opportunities for people with my skill set."
"What's your minor?"
"Political science."
"Your thoughts on Hillary Clinton?"
"She's an asshole."
"You ever thought of putting your hands on Sydney?"
"Not without her consent."
"How are you with money?"
"Frugal as can be within reason."
"Favorite video game?"
"Frogger. I'm sorry, is there a reason you're grilling me more than her family did?"
"Because Sydney means the world to me. She's my best friend and I care about her more than anything. And I've seen her go through too many shit partners to put up with another. So you better be damn good to her."
"I would never think of being anything less."
Sydney came back down to the beach, lotion bottle in hand.
"Got it!" she said "So, Amanda did Tom survive your interviewing process?"
Amanda turned to Sydney and grinned.
"Well, he doesn't seem to be an asshole, and like I said you got a real looker here." Sydney giggled.
"Don't worry about it Tom. Amanda and I go way back, she's just protective of me. Speaking of whom - Amanda, would you do me a favor and do my back?"
Amanda blushed slightly. "Oh, sure!"
"And do me a favor, give a good rub in there if you could. I hate to take advantage of your massage skills but my back's killing me right now."
She laid down on her towel, handed Amanda the bottle, and rested her head on her forearms. Amanda smiled a subtle smile and squirted some of the tanning lotion on to her. She started rubbing it over Sydney's back, pressing ever so slightly to relax her.
"Ohhh. Oh God yeah, that's the spot..." said Sydney. Tom's face went a little red. Amanda tenderly worked Sydney's back, then moved downward, spreading the lotion over her legs.
"Feel free to get my ass too, Amanda. I don't want an uneven tan while I'm out here. Besides, I have to ride back." She obliged, gently rubbing some more oil onto her gorgeous friend's deriere.
"Yeah... yeah right there."
Tom turned a little more red before leaning down and whispering into Sydney's ear "Onion". She looked at him wide-eyed.
