Can I Pleeeeaase Wear It?

I shouldn't have fucking let her wear it.

It was spring break, three years ago. A big group of us from college went to Miami for the week. Most of us were going into Junior year, but we had a few upcoming seniors in the mix who were mainly there to buy us alcohol.

My girlfriend, Elsa, brought three of her best friends. Two of them had boyfriends who came along. My best friend, Chase, was one of them. It was through Chase's girlfriend Alexa that I met Elsa. Alexa is a loud, outgoing type, just like Chase. The two of them heard I was into Elsa and relentlessly pursued her on my behalf until we were dating.

Elsa was Alexa's complete opposite. Reserved, respectful of everyone around her, quietly charming. The type of girl that exuded trust, someone an anxious young couple would finally settle on as their babysitter. She truly was beautiful, though. She had an angelic smile, big blue eyes, and silky brunette hair which she usually straightened, but had lovely waves in it. She was an athletic girl with a nice figure, though she was modest about showing it. Even at fraternity parties, she would usually wear something simple, never attracting lots of attention.

I asked her about it one time. Not that I minded, I liked that she saved so much for me. She said, "I've thought about wearing something a little more risque, but I feel like everyone would notice right away. I never wear stuff like that. I'd probably get laughed at."

"There is no way anyone would laugh," I told her, admiring her perfect figure. "They'd be jealous." She grinned.

Months later, the topic would come back up again.

We finally arrived in Miami first thing Friday morning. We drove through the night Thursday, so all of us were exhausted. We all needed naps. But you can't get to Florida and not go see the beach.

We dropped our bags in the hotel rooms, we rented two of them to share among 8 of us, and walked to the beach just a few blocks away. When we got there, Alexa took her shorts and t-shirt off immediately. Underneath she wore a cheeky red bikini, high waisted, and everything just fit perfectly. It was hard not to stare. Elsa must have seen me, because twenty minutes into sitting on the beach, her tone changed.

"I'm going in," she said. Before I could react, she was halfway to the water. I ran behind her and caught up as she walked into the waves. They crashed at our legs.

"What's wrong, babe?" I asked. She kept walking into the water, staring straight into the ocean.

"Oh, nothing. Just wanted to get in and figured you'd rather stay back there with everyone." That was her way of telling me she noticed.

"Baby, it's all good. I want to be here with you." I said.

"Even though I look like a goddamn grandma?" She gestured to her bathing suit, navy blue with a floral pattern, full-bottomed. It was a two-piece, at least.

"I think you look great!" I reassured her. But it was no use. The rest of the day she was in a noticeable funk. She tried to fight through it, but I could tell.

Later that night, the one guy in the group who wasn't dating anyone and was also 21, Mason, bought us two cases of PBR. It was the main reason we invited him, honestly. He was a cool enough guy, but we were closer with some of our other friends. I think he was OK with the arrangement. The rest of us covered all the drink costs and he got to hang out with attractive girls for a week. Even if Elsa would make it hard to tell...

Until that night. All of us huddled in one room as we got ready to go to the bars. For the guys, that meant drinking beer while we watched a basketball game. And for the girls, it was getting ready together in the bathroom, while drinking. I heard Elsa's laughter from the other room. I loved hearing that sound after she was bummed out so much of today. I picked up my mixie and walked over towards the girls' room to see what the fuss was about.

Elsa was wearing a black tube top, low-rise light colored jeans, and had her hair pulled back. Her skin was freshly tan, and I could see more of it than usual. She even had cleavage in the low-cut top. She looked stunning.

"Do you care if I wear it?" she asked. "It's Alexa's."

"Do I care!?" I laughed. God, she could be such a prude. "No, you look fucking amazing. Wear it!"

Elsa was a whole new girl that night. Unencumbered by social pressures and gossip back at school, she could finally let loose, crack jokes, laugh, sing and dance her way through the night. I loved it. I had no doubt her outfit had something to do with it. People were looking at her, but I didn't care. She was mine and I was proud.

The next morning, we both woke up glowing. Not only did we not get hungover in those younger years, but we had such a fun night. Spring break was going perfectly. And Elsa dressing a little bit sluttier than normal was part of the equation.

The girls put their swimsuits on in the bathroom that morning, where drinks were sitting out from the night before. We took an 11:30 am shot, which went down terribly but put us all in the mood to party on the beach. It was Saturday now, so we thought there would be a good crowd and heard there was a beach concert that day. Alexa, likely drunk, put on a suit that made yesterday's look fit for a nun. It was a white thong bikini, practically a g-string, with a tiny, white top. It seemed like a gag gift for a bachelorette weekend, but Alexa was going to wear it.

Elsa pulled another suit out of her bag. A one piece. A fucking one piece! It would have been funny, compared to Alexa, but Elsa actually seemed kind of upset about it. "Be right back!" Alexa said. Alexa returned from the other room holding the same bikini from yesterday. "So the store sent me two of these for some reason, and this one is a small. Elsa, do you wanna wear it?"

She looked at me for approval, and I didn't say no yet. She tried it on. Then I said no. It was just too small. Her entire ass was out, it was a bright, attention-drawing red. I knew all the guys would be looking at her. It was one thing when Alexa wore something like this, but Elsa? There's no way anyone would be chill about it.

"Baby, it's like really fucking small. Like you can see your whole ass!" Elsa smiled at me. Then when she realized I was serious, she frowned.

"I just wanna look hot for you. Can I pleeeeease wear it?" she batted her eyes.

"Fine." It was only one word, but I'd regret it the rest of the trip.

When we got down to the beach, I instantly felt on display. And it wasn't even my ass out. Elsa and Alexa walked in front of the group, strutting their stuff like proud little sluts. I hardly recognized her as she turned into a complete skank.

We laid down on our towels until we began to sweat only 15 minutes later in the scorching Miami sun. "Let's get in the water!" Alexa screamed, drunk as shit already. This was going to be a long day. As we walked down to the water, a group of college-aged guys intersected our path. I watched all of their eyes lock on Alexa and Elsa and follow them as they moved.

"Damn, okay!" one of them yelled, looking Elsa's direction. I was seething.

She was all playful laughs and flirtatious giggles, not noticing or caring that I was getting bothered by all this attention on her. Mason noticed the situation unfolding and turned into a complete shark.

Every time I looked away, he was inching closer to Elsa, finding excuses to talk to her, make her laugh, touch her hair. I kept catching him and was growing angrier and angrier.

Alexa drunkenly started kissing Chase, and I was left alone as my girlfriend frolicked in the waves. I went over to her. "Baby, you gotta tone it down a little," I said. Normally, she listened to me.

"I'm three shots deep and I can do whatever I fucking want!" she giggled. "Catch me!" she yelled as she fell backwards into an oncoming wave. Mason scooped her up in his arms and they laughed together.

"What the fuck, Elsa!" I had never seen anything like it. She cuddled close to Mason and pushed her tits together as he held her. They started kissing, then full on making out as he held her above the waves.

Ignoring all of my threats and cries, Elsa took Mason by one hand and Alexa by the other. She escorted them back to the towels. "I'm ready to go now, bitches!" Elsa took a can of PBR and finished it off.

Chase came up to me, laughing. "You better get your girl, bro!" This had to be some sort of joke.

Elsa, Mason, and Alexa led the charge back to the room, the rest of us following behind. I was probably the most sober one at this point, and that needed to change. I finished two beers as we walked back, then prepared myself to confront my girlfriend and squash this vacation fling.

When we walked in the room, Elsa and Alexa were already on their knees, taking turns on Mason's cock. Alexa was holding his cock and guiding it into Elsa's mouth as she nearly swallowed him whole. She had never given me a blowjob before, and green, fiery rage overcame me.

"That pussy is mine!" I pulled Elsa off of Mason and put her on my lap.

"Baby!" she squealed as she kissed me. She tasted drunk and horny. "You have to fuck me in my new bikini!" She bent over the coffee table and pulled her red bikini string to the side.

"Ahhhh!" I screamed as I entered her, sexually frustrated beyond my wildest dreams. Next to us, Mason fucked Alexa from behind while she took Chase in her mouth. The other four in the group sat on the couches around us, also making out, and we officially had a Spring Break fuckfest.

Everyone came at least once. My Elsa took home the gold, taking two loads and cumming once. She only came after both Mason and I came inside her. By the end of all of our ravenous fucking, I couldn't even be mad anymore. Even if when we went back to college, she was in an open relationship with Mason and defending her new title as sluttiest girl on campus. Spring Break memories I will never forget...