Born Naked Pt. 05: Summer

Author's Note: Thank you VanessaEvans for letting me play in your world.

Chapter 21

Sitting on a bar stool, Emi's dad watched as his daughter stirred a pot of marinara with Italian sausages while they were catching up around the island.

"You know I'm proud of you, right?"

Emi blushed a little while feeling the steam of the sauce on her face.

"You've got a good head on your shoulders. Don't lose it when you leave here. Okay?"

Lifting her eyes, she looked at him from across the island. "Stop it."

"I'm serious. So many kids do the whole wild-child thing at the first taste of freedom. I don't want you to turn into a cliché, or worse, a statistic."

"You don't have to worry 'bout me. I was raised right."

"Your upbringing's only half of it. The rest is up to you and the choices you make."

"Fine. I'll be good. I promise."

"... and safe." He said commandingly.

"And safe. Got it. Here, try this."

She stretched out a wooden spoon to offer him a taste, and as Emi was sampling the sauce herself, they heard the front door open and close.

"Em?"

"We're in here." Emi's dad announced.

Appearing behind the virile man a few seconds later, Yasmin hugged his broad shoulders pressing her chest into his back and kissed him on the cheek. Saying her hellos, she circled the island to give Emi a kiss.

"How's my favorite second family?"

Emi could tell that her dad was still getting used to the new greetings as well as Yasmin's new look. For weeks now, after parking her copper red Mazda out front, Yasmin has been leaving her folded clothes on the front seat. She has been building up her confidence in front of Emi and her dad, who's been trying to make the best of it.

"Great. You want a glass of red?"

"I can get it Mr. Jaro. You don't need to wait on me."

"Actually..." Emi said to get her dad's attention. "... would you help me strain the spaghetti."

While Emi stirred the sauce, Yasmin crossed behind her to get to the cupboard next to the fridge, squeezing her tight ass cheek on the way. Meanwhile, her dad followed to move the big pot to the sink behind his daughter. For a moment, the open kitchen got really small with two naked bodies enveloping a clothed third, and even Emi was starting to get uncomfortable. While Yasmin was reaching for a glass, he spilled out the contents into the strainer. His head was getting too close to the underside of Yasmin's outstretched arm, and as a big mushroom of steam rose up from the sink, Yasmin had to jump back to avoid the large man. Her eyes darted to her friend who was watching this all play out.

"Oh sorry. That was more than I was expecting."

"No, you're good." Yasmin quickly down played. "He almost ran inta my boob." She mouthed to Emi as he transferred the pot back to the stove.

Thinking, I know, Emi could only respond with wide eyes and a quick nod.

After filling her glass, Yasmin asked, "Does anyone wanna refill?"

"I'm good." Emi answered while lifting her goblet.

"No thanks."

"That's a lot of pasta."

"Yeah, it's not just for dinner. This is my lunch for the whole week."

"Ah. Let's hope you don't get sick of it."

"Unlikely. I love spaghetti."

Emi served up the food as her dad moved a stool to the end of the island, giving the two naked girls more room. After they all sat down, he inquired, "So Yasmin, how are you enjoying... th-this... new look?" Clearly not knowing what to call her undress as he waved a hand at her.

Sitting in the middle, she straightened up and smiled while looking down at her bare breasts. "I'm really liking it. It's so much more comfortable, especially in this heat. Although, as much as I'm enjoying not wearing a bra, I'm really too big to do anything more than walk around without the support."

There was an awkward pause before he asked, "And how's your dad tolerating it?"

"Oh no. He doesn't know anything. I'm not naked around my house."

"Which explains why you're here all the time." He teased.

"Daddy!"

"I hope that's not a problem."

"No-no. No bother. You know you're rodina."

Yasmin stared at him with a confused expression.

"It means family." He said without having to be asked.

They sat in silence for a few moments before Yasmin started again with a strained voice. "If you don't mind me asking... What was it like back... I mean, what was it like, for you guys, when you left?"

"It was just bad."

With his head down, that was all he would say on the matter. Emi knew her nosy friend was going to try to say something else, but she failed to stop the girl.

"Have you ever been to one of those bath houses back where you-- your home land?... Y'know like the one in that Arnold Schwarzenegger movie... umm..."

"Red Heat?" He chuckled. "No. First of all, that's Russia, but no, I've never been to one of those."

Yasmin's face turned red as she looked down at her pasta, and again Emi couldn't find the words to help. Instead, with a glimmer in his eye, her dad offered,

"That does seem like something though, doesn't it?"

Looking back at him, she smiled.

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After cleaning up from dinner, Emi and Yasmin went upstairs where the stylish girl was looking through the closet for the hundredth time. Either admiring her work or seeing what else she could alter, Emi wasn't sure.

"What are you wearin' for work tomorrow?"

"Probably that blazer and mini skirt again."

Yasmin had altered the pink waistcoat to make it more of a slim-fit, pulled tight across Emi's midsection and more snug in her shoulders. Wearing it without a blouse, meant a lot of skin was exposed between her nipples, displaying her taut chest.

"I think we can turn it up a notch."

Here we go again, Emi thought. Every time she did this, she wasn't the one who had to endure the looks... including from her own father. Emi knew, however, whatever Yasmin did to her clothes, she was going to wear it and eventually love it.

Yasmin moved over to her mini backpack and pulled out a bit of material that was wine color with a web-like pattern to it. Emi couldn't tell what it was until Yasmin held it up.

"Whoa. That is see through. Is it all lace?"

"Yeah, and you thought your dress was sheer."

"It was, but this is... damn."

The girl was holding up a delicate halter top that didn't simply tie behind the neck. Instead, the two strips of openwork fabric that covered the breasts, wrapped around a beaded necklace. She walked behind Emi who moved her long hair out of the way, laid the string of pearls loose on Emi's collarbone, and clasped it around her neck. The bottom of the halter had two inches of material that wrapped around her ribs, just under her fine fritters, and there was a little, white bow in the center. Not being able to fill out any tops, Emi was impressed by the way this sat on her chest.

"Wow. This literally doesn't leave anything to the imagination."

"So, do ya think it'll work?"

"You mean with Mr. Will?" Emi joked, "I think he'd let me work the desk butt naked if I wanted to."

"I'm tellin' you, 'eye candy.'"

"Yeah-yeah." At this point Emi knew it was true, but she still didn't know how to feel about it. Changing the subject she asked, "This must have cost a fortune."

"After materials, nothin' at all."

"You made this?!"

Yasmin smiled and asked, "So do ya wanna take it for a spin?"

Emi gave the naked beauty a hug and then a long, slow kiss. It was sweet and soft, full of eloquence.

"Thank you. It's beautiful. I had no idea you could do this."

"Thank you." She said pointedly. "Without you, I wouldn't have known I even wanted to make it, and now, I have a lot more ideas."

Emi stepped in front of the mirror to admire the top more carefully.

"Sooo... How about it?"

Emi gave her friend a look of confusion.

"I wanna take you to a night club."

Too much of a homebody to jump at the chance to go out partying and knowing Monday morning will be coming too early, Emi was reluctant to leave the house. However, after Yasmin went to all this trouble and she knew she would enjoy herself once she got there, Emi agreed and put on the black micro miniskirt she wears with the blazer.

The two walked downstairs, and Emi's dad spotted her almost transparent top with a glance. Ignoring his eyes, she gave him a kiss before telling him their plans. With a wary look, he charged them to be careful and not to accept drinks from any strangers.

"I promise we'll be safe." Emi kissed him again.

"And that goes for you too. Be good and watch each others drinks." His eyes pointed at the still naked girl.

"Yes sir." Leaning forward to give him one of her genial kisses, she instead aimed for the corner of his mouth.

In the heavy night air, Yasmin opened her car door and put on a sexy, tight dress before they got in and drove away.

"You're getting awfully friendly with my dad."

"It's not even like that." Yasmin protested. "Not that I'd object."

"Sure it isn't." She singsonged.

"He was just bein' all protective and macho."

"And that gets you goin?'" Emi smiled at her friend.

When they pulled into the well-lit parking garage and started walking to a club in the Cleveland Street District, Emi's attention was on all the people around them. Feeling the warm breeze through the mesh-like material of her top, making her nipples hard, she spotted a man walking towards them staring at her unapologetically. A wave of heat washed over her, but she knew it had nothing to do with the warmth hanging in the air. As the street grew denser, she could feel all the eyes of everyone who passed by her. However, when they got inside the dimly lit club, she started to miss those eyes.

They danced with each other and a lot of men. Some tried to grope the exposed areas of her skin while more danced too close, but Emi was getting board. Where this much attention used to make her feel hot and wanted, now she was just missing Kamran. Taking Yasmin to a hallway outside the bathrooms, she was just about to ask if they could go when she had an idea.

"Hey, give me that backpack."

"Yeah, it's your turn again... Your phone's like a brick."

"It's not that bad. Besides, it's about to come in handy."

Emi was looking at a long, dark corridor with single use bathrooms on one side. She pulled out her phone and put the bag on a long shelf that came up to her chest and only extends about a foot from the wall, opposite the bathrooms. Opening the camera, she handed it to Yasmin saying,

"You're gonna wanna see this."

"It's too dark."

"Not for night vision."

Sure enough, Emi pressed a button on the phone, and when Yasmin looked at the screen, her face came alive with recognition. What was once a blackout with only a few slivers of light was now painted in gray scale. With a new appreciation for the rugged phone, Yasmin backed up to the corner so she could lean against the wall, acting like she was just checking her messages. Training the camera down the corridor, she hit record.

Emi didn't want to lose her nerve, so with hesitancy, she stealthily raised her skirt to flash her pussy, before giving the camera a peek at her nipples. Hearing someone coming her way, she was just able to cover herself and walk toward the opposite end of the hallway, until the path was clear. She pushed the butterflies in her stomach down and gave Yasmin a nervous smile in the dark before unfastening her skirt and stepping out of it. Looking around for a place to set it down, all she could see was black, with the only light coming from the dance floor beside Yasmin. So she squeezed the skirt between her knees as she reached behind her to untie her top, and after unclasping the white beads, she lowered the halter to expose her chest. Holding her only two items of clothing, she walked back to Yasmin to put them on the small shelf next to her bag.

"How does it feel? And don't give me any of that 'normal' bullshit."

"Wasn't plannin' on it..."

With nerves on edge, she heard someone about to interrupt them, so Emi hid at the end of the free-standing shelf, hoping it would be enough to hide her nakedness. A woman walked into the hallway and past her; just as the man, who was previously in the bathroom, came out from behind her and walked towards the club. Neither one of them paid her any mind as if she didn't seem at a place. Not aware that she was holding her breath, Emi breathed out a sigh of relief.

Itching for another taste of adventure, however, she decided to give a show for the camera during this moment of privacy. She strutted up to Yasmin as if she was a runway model, spun quickly so her hair would fly through the air, and shimmied her hips down the corridor with her four inch heels clacking on the cement. By the time she looked back to Yasmin, another man was just stopping at the shelf where she had been standing. Thinking this guy could have spotted her, Emi retreated further down the hallway behind some potted plants. Feeling trapped, she just had to wait him out.

The man, shown only by the light of his phone, patiently waited while leaning against the wall. As Emi felt her boldness start to rise again, she stepped out to the middle of the hallway and meandered closer to where he was standing. Turning and backing up to the wall next to him, she hoped she was covered by the darkness. When they exchanged a quick "hello" and nothing more came of it, she had gotten her wish but immediately wished she hadn't. She wanted to see how close she could get to him until he discovered her secret, but before she could think of anything to say, however, someone came out of the stall on Emi's other side. As the door opened, she could see the light from the bathroom move across the floor and threaten to expose her toes, before it went black.

She thought she'd be more comfortable than this in public without any clothes. However, the fear made her heart race, and the new layer of sweat on her body had nothing to do with dancing. Emi figured she'd never been naked in a place so public, so far from home, and somewhere nudity is so out of place. So when the occupant walked past her, as if Emi wasn't there, her relief was immeasurable. That was until she realized she was standing directly across from the other bathroom door, which would surely reveal her true self.

"Aren't you gonna go in?"

"Excuse me?" Emi questioned.

"Aren't you in line?"

"Oh, it's okay. You go."

The man passed by her not seeming to notice her state of undress either. Thinking this was for the best, she decided she had enough of an adventure and she was ready to call it a night. Starting for Yasmin and her clothes, she was stopped by another woman who just entered the hallway. Trapped again, what else could Emi do but turn around and walk back into the black of the hall. Meanwhile, the newcomer sighed and leaned against the wall to wait for her turn.

Feeling the plant next to her was actually synthetic, she got curious to see what else was in the darkness. Emi let her fingers explore and found shelving on the back wall, filled with fake plants. Hoping enough time had passed to clear the hallway, she slowly turned and made her way up to where the woman had been waiting. Unable to make out any forms in the dim lighting, Emi wondered if she had left, and not noticing the guy she was speaking with earlier had open the door behind her, he walked right into her bare back.

"Oh, sorry." He retreated a half step in surprise but wasn't able to keep his strong hands from feeling out into the darkness. His heavy fingers slid across her smooth skin, reading her movements, as Emi turned to meet him. "You're nak... I-I'm sorry."

Emi noticed the adherent touch of someone who had just washed his hands. His fingers were still investigating her stomach and chest for a second or two after giving his apology.

"Ar-are you okay miss?"'

"Oh yes, thank you."

"Did somethin' happened to your clothes?"

"Yes!" Emi didn't know what she was going to say next, but what else could she have said. No they're fine; I just prefer not to wear 'em.

"Are we gonna stand around out here and chat all night or can some of us use the bathroom?" The woman asked.

Surprised that she was still there, Emi turned to plow the man into the wall while apologizing to the woman as she passed them. With her chest pressed up against the man's thinly vailed abs and his hands holding tight to her sides, Emi heard his breathing start to quicken.

"Sorry." She whispered into his chest. "Kind of an unusual way to pick up a guy I guess."

"That's okay. I like unusual."

"Um yeah. I should get back to my friend." Emi nodded her head towards Yasmin before stepping back.

"Okay. Um, can I at least give you my shirt?" She sensed him cross his hands and grabbed the hem of his tight shirt before Emi reached her hands out to his eight-pack to stop him.

"No-no. One of us needs to keep our clothes on if my boyfriend's gonna believe I'm not cheating."

"Yeah, I should be gettin' back to my girlfriend too." He said with the slightest hesitation in his voice.

Emi turned and walked slowly towards Yasmin mouthing an exaggerated "WOW." As the man behind her passed to go back to the main room, he palmed her ass cheek and squeezed, making Emi jump and gasp.

"That was so hot."

"Did ya get it all?"

"Yeah do ya wanna see it?" Yasmin pulled the video up before Emi had time to dress, so with her clothes in hand, the little, naked girl snuck in close to her friend. With them both bathed in the colorful, energetic lights of the club, Yasmin hit play.

"What is that light up in the corner?" Emi pointed to the screen and looked back down the corridor, not seeing anything.

"That's gotta be infrared from a security camera."

"No way. So they're... watchin' us right now?" As soon as she got the question out, she knew it was more likely that somebody would only review the tape if something suspicious happened.

"You wanna give 'em a little more of a show?"

The girls shared a mischievous smile and they're lips met.

Chapter 22

The morning sun was out early shining through the passing trees. Meanwhile, warm air filled the space in and around Emi's long sleeve button down, with only the bottom two buttons fastened. Although she was happy enough for the wind to circulate throughout her Jeep, it was a little distracting when it flowed into her open, silk blouse. She loved driving the topless Jeep, but maybe, on her way home, she should take her top off as well. After getting outta town. Emi chuckled to herself, thinking of the alternative.

She pulled into her usual place outside the office, and checking on her half updo in the mirror, Emi brought out the two long tendrils from behind her ears. Jumping down, she tugged at the bottom of her crotch and sighed, remembering she was trying not to do that. Yasmin had restyled the chino shorts from a pair of pants, shortening them enough to just expose the cleft of her ass cheeks, and she knew no amount of pulling was going to make them fit more comfortably.

Before starting for the entrance, Emi made sure that the front of her top was decently tucked into her shorts. It wasn't enough to keep her tiny tits hidden for long, but she thought it looked a little more classy. After she dropped her phone and keys on her desk and headed to the coffee bar for a cup, she turned for the other pair of glass doors that led into the common area outside the offices. She raised her coffee to Mr. Will who was sitting on the couch in the middle of the room, looking dashing in his custom suit.

"Good mornin.'"

"Good morning."

He replied before looking back down at his phone. Emi walked to the fridge to deposit a Tupperware container, and when she moved back to the doors to head to her desk, he called out to get her attention. About to push on the handle bar with her free hand, he was getting a great view of her cheeks trying to peek out under the shorts.

"Yeah?"

"We're getting ready for the 4th of July parade and I was wondering... Do you want to help with that?"

"Yeah, of course. What do ya need me to do?"

"Well, You know how we pass out water bottles every year? Maybe something like that. What do you think?"

"Sure."

Emi recalled Mr. Will driving a white pickup with the firm's logo on the side.

"So are ya gonna go big this year with a float?"

"No, no. As long as we can draw attention to the truck we don't need anything flashy."

Which is where I come in. Emi thought, knowing there's got to be more to his plan. This wasn't her main concern, however. Emi wanted to make sure this was fun too.

"Do you mind if I ask Yasmin to help?"

"The more the merrier."

Emi thought he was playing it cool, but she suspected his heart rate spiked with that suggestion.

"Okay cool."

She smiled, fluttered her eyelashes once, and turned; sticking her butt out more than necessary, she pushed the door open. After walking back to her desk, Emi was settling in for the day when one of the double doors opened and the bright morning sun poured in around Peter.

"Good mornin!'" She said with a cheerful kick to her voice.

"Mornin,' I've got some more TPS reports I could use your help with, if that's okay."

"Sure."

Emi knew he was just dumping off work that he didn't want to do, but it was easy enough and it kept her from getting bored. As he was getting the papers out of his leather, shoulder bag, he treated himself to a little peek down Emi's open blouse. She was about to catch his eyes, loving how he would always get a bit flustered when she caught him spying out an uncovered nipple. Instead, much to Emi's disappointment, the phone rang. She adjusted her headset while answering with her standard greeting.

"Hello, this is Evans and Accounting."

"I need an appointment." The husky voice of an older woman demanded.

"Certainly. What kind of assistance are y--"

"How much will it cost?"

Okay. Emi thought while preparing herself. She's handled calls with people who were a little assertive before and knew she had to treat it like water off a duck's back.

"That will depend on how long--"

"I've been there before. You should have my details."

"Yes, can I get your na--"

"Where are you located? Are you still at the same place?"

"We are at Cedarwood and 3rd across from the St--"

"Do you always work on an hourly rate?"

Closing her eyes, Emi wanted to be a little more assertive. Her goal was to get one sentence out without being interrupted.

"As I was saying, ma'am, if you have a lot of on going compliance work--"

"When is the next availability?"

Emi paused to pull up four calendars because each agent has their own specialties. As she looked up, she smiled at Peter while he wore a concerned expression and continued.

"It will depend on the type of--"

"Because I have another appointment in half an hour."

"That's okay. It wouldn't be today, we are fully bo--

"I also need to make an appointment for my husband, but he can't come on Tuesdays because that's when he sees his colorectal surgeon for his hemorrhoids."

Cringing, Emi wished she could unhear that, which caused Peter to raise an eyebrow.

"Okay, ma'am. I can certainly work around that. I can make one appoint--"

"It would be great if we could come together. Could we book them for around the same time?"

Rolling her eyes, she pronounced, "That's not a problem. I just need yo--"

"Is there parking?"

"Yes."

"I'm seein' my realtor tomorrow morning. Will you have the reports by then?"

"That wouldn't be possible, ma'am, because I don't have any appointments left tod--"

"How long would it take me to get from my place to you guys?"

Emi sighed trying to think of a way to answer that question without being rude.

"Do you guys tend to run on time?"

"We try our bes--"

"Well you're not very helpful, are you. I'll hafta see if my husband wants to stop by." *Click*

Emi was dumbfounded. Hanging up the receiver, she stared at it in disbelief. With him only hearing half the conversation, she had Peter's full attention.

"What was that all about?"

"Don't be surprised if a woman or an older couple come in expectin' somethin.'"

"Expecting what?"

"I couldn't even tell you that much." She looked up with concern. "I donno what else I coulda said."

He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and tried to reassure her. "Some people don't wanna be helped. They just wanna complain. Mom would always say 'considered the source.' Which is her way of saying, if someone isn't worthy enough to offer productive criticism, you should probably just ignore them. I think the same would apply here."

"Okay, of course."

"You okay?"

"Absolutely."

Glancing down at her exposed nipple, he added, "Oh, and remember: next Friday... is Hawaiian shirt day. So, you know, if you want to, go ahead and, au, wear a Hawaiian shirt and jeans."

Emi's first thought was if she could get away with jean shorts; otherwise, she would have to buy some if she didn't wear the oversized jeans she always wore to school.

Chapter 23

"Ooh, this one's interesting."

"IIII don't think so. They look like somethin' you would buy, not me."

"They're butterflies, and they're cute."

"I still like the ones with a smiley face that say 'Good Morning.'"

On her laptop, Yasmin was scrolling through some images of pasties.

"They're brown with yellow ink. Not very flattering. Besides, yellow smiley faces like that are so... Forest Gump." Yasmin clicked on a related search. "Oh, I didn't know this existed. It's a strapless bikini merkin."

"So basically an adhesive strip for your downstairs? That sounds comfortable." Emi complained.

Yasmin huffed as she flipped over on Emi's bed. "This is pointless. It would be so much easier if you knew what everyone else was gonna wear."

"I donno. I didn't hear anyone talk about coordinating outfits. It's not like we have sleepovers where we braid each other's hair and talk about boys and stuff." Emi was scrolling through mini sundresses.

"But you all do work in the same office, don't you?"

"Hardly. The only times I see anyone is when their comin' or goin.' It's not like I ever get invited to go with 'em. Sometimes I hafta sneak-eat my lunch in front of clients for cryin' out loud."

"All I'm sayin' is you coulda asked someone."

"I did ask what I should wear, and all I got was 'Whatever you want.'"

"Well..." Kamran added as he paced around the room. "Can you remember what they wore last year?"

"That's not exactly somethin' I was concerned with at the time." She sat up dropping one leg off the edge of her bed and bending the other in front of her pussy.

"Okay." Yasmin said while sitting up to look at Emi as her bare breasts shifted in front of her. "Let's not over think this. You know he wants you to bring your 'new look' to the parade, yeah?"

"That's what I got from him. I mean, I don't think he'd ever tell me to get naked, or half naked--"

"No, of course not. He can't." Kamran interrupted.

Emi put a finger to her bottom lip and shrugged her shoulders. "But... doesn't 'Whatever you want' imply... y'know... anything goes?"

"I am NOT getting naked and walking down Main Street!" Yasmin declared.

"No, of course not. Neither am I. But, we gotta do somethin.' these dresses aren't good enough." Emi closed the computer.

"That's why I say we do it in bikinis."

"For the last time..." Emi stood up. "... I am not wearing a string in my ass!"

"I'm tellin' you... Your little butt would look so much better."

"But it wouldn't feel all that great."

"You get used to it."

Through clenched teeth Emi challenged, "I don't want to get used to it."

"I've got it I've got it." Kamran interjected siding up to his girlfriend. "How about paint?"

"What?" Both girls shot back at him in unison.

"It's perfect. Just think about it... I can paint any swimsuit on you, it would feel like being naked, and it's legal."

"It is?" Emi questioned liking the idea. Meanwhile Yasmin was stunned silent.

"I think. I mean it covers everything, right? We'll get latex so it really covers." His voice was speeding up as the idea was starting to take shape.

"I-I can't. I can't walk in front of dad with nothing but paint on." Lifting her golden eyes to look at her co-conspirators, Emi read fear on her face as Yasmin admitted, "I'd be too exposed." Finding her voice, she continued, "What am I supposed to say to him... No dad, I'm not naked. It's paint? He'd kill me." The other two were quiet because they knew she was right.

"Dammit." Kamran whispered. "I really thought we had something there."

"Wait. The goal is to match, right? So, can we do something like similar but not identical."

"Of course!" Yasmin stood and hugged her friend, squeezing their bare flesh together. "Like two suits from the same collection."

"Sure." Emi said without conviction, not knowing what she just agreed to. She wasn't even sure what she was suggesting.

"I mean, it would look a little silly if you and I wore the exact same bikini, right."

Emi couldn't help but think, Because it would only look good on you.

"Because your straight silhouette has balance between your top and your bottom, pretty much any swimsuit would work for you. The key is to enhance the curves you do have. I would have liked to go with the ties on the sides so that they would give a little extra flare to your hips. Unfortunately you can't paint ties realistically." She looked up at her brother. "So we'll hafta go with the low-riser Brazilian bottoms to bring the focus down to the hips. And for the straps to show off, we'll make emmm... a half inch?" Kamran nodded in agreement. "And for the top..." Yasmin faced Emi again. "I'm thinking the bandeau design."

"What?"

"Strapless." Yasmin said as if it were obvious.

"You mean like a tube top?"

"Well, more shapely."

Kamran chimed in, "I don't think I can make that sexy. Catching himself, he looked at Emi with wide eyes and an open mouth. "I-I mean I'm picturing like a black censor bar. That's not sexy."

"No-no-no." Yasmin jumped in. Using both hands, she caressed fingers on Emi's skin, tracing the subtle dips and crevices that outline the underside of Emi's boobs. "You see, if we follow these lines, we'll come out with something sleek and elegant. We'll keep the top edge low like this." She lightly curved a line across the tops of her areolas. "... and then we'll make it look like it's all being pulled together to a knot." She said while bringing both index fingers to the center of Emi's sternum.

Emi's normally flat nipples were getting hard and starting to elevate from Yasmin's touch, and the beauty must have noticed. Before lowering her hands, she gave both of Emi's nipples a quick squeeze.

"So what about you?"

Sitting down on the bed, Yasmin took the laptop and opened it. "I'm lookin' for something with triangles and a thong bottom that cuts right across the waist. The main thing now is to find a color and a pattern that works for both of us."

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It's a good thing I already shave everything. Emi thought as she quickly ran a razor between her legs. Having shaved these areas for years and knowing just how "on display" she was... especially recently, she was sure she had gotten it all. However, Kamran wanted to make sure she was as smooth as possible before he started applying the paint. Yasmin even stepped into the shower, careful to not get her hair wet, to shave the places Emi couldn't reach. After getting her back where the strap will be, Yasmin bent the petite girl over, triple checking no hair was left from her compact, pink snatch to her tight, little hole and up her crack. Emi thought her friend was enjoying this a little too much; nevertheless, she was grateful for the help.

After finishing her makeup and retying her gathered hair into a heap on top of her head, Emi made her way downstairs where Kamran and Yasmin were mixing up a couple cans of paint over a plastic drop cloth. Emi saw her dad standing behind the island, watching the siblings transform his family room into an art studio. They were careful to separate their work from the walls, the couch, and everything else, but Emi's dad still looked anxious.

"I don't understand why you can't do this outside."

Emi tried to tell him again that it's not clean enough out there; however, her explanation did nothing to calm him. Yasmin stood up signaling for the two to switch places, so Emi settled in with Kamran as she watched her naked friend sit her ass on a barstool across from her dad.

Picking up her coffee with both hands, Yasmin leaned towards the island so that only the tops of her assets were visible from where Emi's dad was standing. She took a drink before asking him how he was doing. He just glared at her. "Okay, stupid question." She took another sip. "The latex is very sticky until you seal it, so any dust or dirt that's in the air will attach to the paint... and you don't care." She said while trailing off.

"Hm? Sorry." He said in a distracted voice.

"She'll be fine."

"I don't get it. Why is she doing this?"

Yasmin put the cup down and turned back to look at the couple while Kamran was applying a vivid purple over Emi's mound. She smiled with a hint of intrigue in her eye before admitting, "Because it'll be fun... adventurous."

"Are you going to get painted too?"

"Oh, hell no." She sprang back as he looked at her with surprise. "I'm not half as courageous as your daughter is." Yasmin quickly added, "Besides I think Emi's got a much better chance of getting away with this if I'm not participating."

Leaning back in her chair, she cupped the underside of each boob and lifted them as if to present her nipples.

"Allison and Lydia are show stoppers. Even under a bikini top, their gonna be a bit salacious."

Quickly looking away, he took a step back. "Okay. I'll take your word for it." He focused on his daughter with concern on his face as she held her butt cheeks apart so that Kamran, who was kneeling behind her, could run his brush across Emi's cunt and up the split in her ass. Meanwhile, Yasmin released her breasts and cupped her hands around her mug, resting her arms on the countertop to hide herself again.

"Between my brother and me, we've got her. Trust me."

Turning his eyes back to the naked beauty, Emi saw her dad give her friend a worried smile.

Chapter 24

Emi was sitting in the back of Kamran's Mustang as she contemplated her dad's and Yasmin's conversation. How could her dad not see how cool this is? Yasmin got it. It was all the fun of face painting cranked up to eleven. She's wanted to try it after seeing a picture online of a pretty girl with heavy breasts who had the face of a Foxhound painted on each boob. The girl's areolas were their noses, and with their big eyes, floppy ears, and tongues hanging out, the circumference of their snouts were shaped by her melons. Emi wanted to think the girl's puppies were pets at some point, fondly remembering her own dogs, Bandit and Sam.

She climbed out of the back seat in a suit of paint and a matching, mini sarong that tied at the top of her right thigh. Yasmin, wearing the same in Lycra, stood next to her looking for Mr. Will's prepping area. By the time Kamran had joined them, Emi spotted the truck.

"Well shit. They're all in matching T-shirts." She suddenly felt underdressed, and remembering that she's always underdressed, she had to smile at the irony.

"That answers that question." Yasmin scoffed while wearing a teardrop bikini that ties behind the neck and back. "I wish I knew what color your company's logo was. That bright shade of red clashes with everything I've done."

When Mr. Will saw them, he stopped what he was doing to wave them over, and as the girls came closer, he was checking out their purple bikinis with white, Hawaiian flowers.

"Wow. You two look hot." He gave Yasmin a kiss on her cheek and Emi a peck on the lips. "I was excited to see what you'd come up with, and you didn't disappoint."

"Thanks."

He had the same glint of hope in his eye that Emi saw when he failed to mention the T-shirts. Now she sees that it was just mischievousness. She felt like his prey when he closely eyed her down and back up.

"How's it feel?"

If she was being honest, her skin felt tight now that the latex has dried, especially around her areolas. However, she wasn't going to tell him that. "Good." Is all that she could say.

"Fantastic." He said while walking backwards. "Well, come on. They're starting at nine sharp."

Following after Mr. Will, Emi introduced her friends to her four bosses... as she calls them. They all exchanged pleasantries; however, there was a very attractive woman Emi didn't know. She was only a couple inches taller than Emi with a slim figure and smallish, pert breasts. She was wearing a shirt with the same logo on the front like the others, except it was much smaller and it had a lot of slits cut out of it. Pulled even tighter by the knot at her side and exposing her firm, little waist, it illuminated her erect nipples that were trying to punch through the thin cotton.

"Hi. I guess I'll be introducing myself then." The woman called over her shoulder in the direction of Mr. Will. "I'm Vanessa, this dishy bloke's cousin." She was clearly trying to tease him, but too preoccupied to notice, he continued to walk away. "And they all died and went to Hell."

Emi liked her immediately. "Well I'm happy you're here. Are you visiting from England?"

"Yes. I didn't intend to help you lot celebrate my country's defeat, but here we are."

Her statement took Emi by surprise, having never thought about the 4th that way.

"And look at you. You're virtually naked aren't you." She unapologetically lifted Emi's transparent cover-up to look at the pussy that was only concealed by thick paint. "Your swimming costume is magnificent. Give us a twirl." She said while still holding up the beach skirt. "I bet you're quite enjoying yourself, aren't you? I want to give you the finger test, but I don't want to wreck anything... You didn't paint this, did you?"

"No. My boyfriend did." Emi said while reaching out for Kamran's hand and questioning something the woman said in the back of her mind.

"Ooh, he's well peng. Good for you."

"Emi?" Mr. Will approached the trio while walking up next to his cousin. "Do you two want to be on the truck passing bottles to the other team members or stay on the ground and hand the waters out to people in the crowd?"

"Either's fine with me."

"Ah..." Yasmin interjected. "I'm not about to go runnin' around with my boobs jigglin' up and down and worrying if they'll pop out. I'll stay on the truck."

"Okay, We can pass 'em out to the crowd." Emi said compliantly, and Vanessa offered to help.

They all piled into the back of the truck before Mr. Will found their position in line. It was the same order every year. The high school band would lead off followed by the mayor in his black 1946 Ford Super De Luxe convertible and a few other old-timers in their classic cars. Then the Shriners, wearing their distinctive fezzes, drove around in their small tin lizzies with red-leather seats. She always enjoyed their antics as they drove in circles around each other while throwing candy to kids. Next came the local businesses and finally the fire trucks.

As they slowly approached the starting point, all but Yasmin and Samir got out of the truck. Michael was first, and he turned to help Vanessa. She was wearing a very short, gathered skirt that rose up her thighs when she sat on the tailgate. Emi couldn't see what happened when the woman hopped down, but Michael's eyes nearly bugged out of his head. By the time he was helping Emi, he was blushing with a wide smile, and as she was catching up with Vanessa, she heard him say something about loving his job.

"What was that all about? Michael looks like a kid at LEGOLAND."

"He must have gotten a right eye full." The sexy Brit had Emi's full attention as she headed around the truck for the ice coolers. "Which means he also saw my jewellery." Emi gave her a confused look and hoped she would explain. "My pussy rings."

"P-pussy rings? Plural?"

Vanessa was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. "Your face is a picture. Yeah... two. They're in my lips with a chain between them. It was a Christmas present."

Emi wanted to see them, and she was working up the courage to ask when Vanessa beat her to it.

"Do you want to see?"

Before Emi could respond, the dirty blonde lifted her thin skirt and held it up so Emi could have a nice, long look. Immediately jealous, Emi blurted without thinking, "Does it hurt?"

"Not anymore." She chuckled. "But when I got them, it hurt like hell."

Knowing she should respect the privacy of this woman she just met, Emi couldn't help herself. Her mind was filled with questions. "What made you decide to get 'em?"

"I didn't. But we could be here all day talking about that."

Now she was really intrigued; however, they heard someone official instructing them that it was about their time to start.

"Let's park that for now." Vanessa said with a wink.

Emi couldn't help but stare at the beautiful Brit, wanting to hear every story the woman had to tell. In the meantime she had a job to do, and when she came up to the truck for a couple of waters, she saw Yasmin hanging over the ice chest as she bent down. The Persian may not have been hopping around in her string bikini, but she was still showcasing a lot of movement when she turned towards Emi and leaned over the side of the truck to reach out. They shared a smile before Yasmin turned back around.

Thinking about her friend and wondering about Vanessa, Emi was a little distracted while passing out bottles and offering smiles. Not fully paying attention to the people she was engaging with, she was taken back when a mother recoiled and pulled her daughter away from Emi as she offered a water to them. The little girl wore a happy grin, but as Emi looked up, she registered the horror on the parents' faces. She leaned back and froze as the couple's eyes traveled up and down Emi's almost naked body in disgust. Emi got the feeling that, if she didn't walkaway, the lady was going to scream. Retreating backwards, she ran into Vanessa who grabbed her arm and led her down the parade route.

"Don't worry luv. You can't control people's reactions to you. I have had a lot of admirers, but I've also had my share of the other kinds of reactions. I've learned to ignore them, and you'll have to as well. If there's one thing I learned in life, you have to surround yourself with only the people who will love you unconditionally. They're the only ones worth sharing everything with... And you've got some great mates."

Emi looked where Vanessa was indicating and found concerned faces. Yasmin was standing straight up on the bed of the truck and Peter was watching from across the street. She had to wave off Kamran who was, no doubt, about to make a scene. Feeling surrounded by the love from all of them, she was emboldened.

Smiling again, the two were hurrying up to the truck to reload when Vanessa stopped, grabbed Emi's arm once more, and squeezed. With her other hand, Vanessa held her stomach and she looked like she was fighting something that was trying to rip its way out of her. A memory flashed in Emi's mind of her mom almost doubled over in pain. It wasn't until years later that she found out her mom was prone to severe UTIs.

"Are you okay? Should I call a paramedic?" Emi didn't know if they even had paramedics here. It's a parade, not a festival.

"No." She grunted was clenched teeth. "I'm fine."

Vanessa was shaking all over, and Emi was starting to get frantic. Then she stopped. Vanessa was out of breath but she stood up.

"Ooh, Ben had me good that time."

Less terrified but still worried, Emi was mostly confused.

"Who's Ben, and what the hell was that?"

"Ben Wa balls?"

Emi wore a blank expression as they walked with the parade.

"No? They were another present. You have to get a pair."

"Are they like... vibrating anal beads?" Emi tried to ask discreetly.

"No-no-no." She laughed. "These are weighted balls you put in your vagina. As you walk round you will start to feel a tingling sensation, and with more movement like bending down or reaching up, it will intensify." After he overheard some of her statement, Vanessa gave Samir a flirty smile as he handed them some more bottles and the girls parted ways to cover more of the crowd.

Most people were happy or even thrilled to see a cute girl running around in a painted, strapless bikini with a liquid latex thong bottom. Emi thought it was hilarious when some of the men reached out for a bottle with an expression of glee while their wives or girlfriends pulled their arms back or even hit them. Emi quickly learned which people to stay away from and which were safe. Without much communication, she and Kamran figured out a system. If a family or a couple looked at Emi suspiciously, she would skip over them and Kamran would greet the women with his charming smile.

Nearing the end of the route, Emi spotted the twins sitting with a group of their friends who were all busy laughing about something. She ran up to them full of adrenaline, and in a ruby, off-the-shoulder bikini with frill and a matching, mini wrap skirt, Misty announced,

"Oh wow, look at you!"

"You look sexy,"

Chelsea confirmed while wearing a sexy, sport bikini under a white tank top with jean shorts. The two stood up from their lawn chairs to hug their friend. Wanting to keep up with the truck, Emi was about to run off when a catty voice muttered loud enough for the group to hear.

"I told you she's a slut."

Where not so much as a glance was given Emi's way, suddenly all eyes were on her painted flesh. The guys whooped and the girls glared in disgust.

"Like you can talk." Misty shot back. "How many guys have had their dicks inside your mouth?"

The people surrounding them joined in a chorus of, "OH!" and "OOH," and some of the guys ducked their heads in shame. Misty and Chelsea spotted that their boyfriends were among those who were cowering and looking around like they were trying to hide from their guilt. Furious, they started yelling... "You were with this tramp?" "How could you?" "You bastard!"

Emi's grin turned serious and she took a step back, instinctively wanting to distance herself from this situation. Still laying into their boyfriends, the twins made a move in the same direction. Emi figured they didn't want to stay there any more than she did.

When the three turned and started to walk towards the parking lot, they met Yasmin and Kamran who shared a worried look. Separating, Kamran fell in step with Emi as the girls vented to Yasmin.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, but I think they just broke up with Austin and Ricky."

"Ooh, really?"

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Cars and trucks were parked all along the beach for a tailgate party, and blankets were laid out on the white sand. Emi's dad parked next to Mr. Stephens, so the two could set up the grill. Meanwhile, Emi and Kamran helped Maman set up folding chairs, a table with buns and condiments, and everything else.

Emi was still wearing her artistic bikini, although it was beginning to crack and she was getting tired of the wrap. So when they were finished, she untied it and pulled Kamran down to the water for a little fun. He was just able to take his shirt off and throw it behind him before they dove into a wave. Splashing each other and laughing, they didn't see Yasmin arrive with the twins.

"Come on children, it's time to eat." Yasmin mocked from the sand.

Coming out of the water, Emi saw that the paint was starting to chip, and after drying with a large towel, bigger pieces of her suit was peeling off. She looked up at Kamran, and seeing the want in his eyes, she blushed under his warm grin. Stepping forward, he grabbed her towel from her, and kissed her tenderly. When their lips parted, he wrapped an arm around her and the two walk to the table about to make a couple plates when she saw Mr. Will pull into the lot. Reaching for Kamran's hand, they ran up to Mr. Will and Emi met him with a wide grin. She rose up for a kiss and asked,

"Where's Vanessa?" Looking around, she was clearly disappointed and hoped she hadn't missed her.

"I don't know. She said she had to run an errand."

Just then, a rent-a-car pulled up next to the Maserati, and a petite woman stepped out wearing nothing but the rings in her labia. Emi was surprised that earlier this morning she didn't spot the large clit that seemed to be sticking straight out, greeting the world. Happy to see the Brit, Emi gave the naked woman a hug, pushing against her extended nipples.

"Oh, sorry. I'm just glad you're here."

"I'm pleased to see you as well. In fact, I brought you a present."

Reaching back into her car and appearing with a plain, paper bag, she handed it to the eager girl, and Emi accepted it without a word.

"They come in different sizes and weights; these are good for someone just starting out."

Emi opened the bag and saw a black box with a logo she had never seen before.

"Is this it!?" She said gleefully. "You really didn't hafta..."

A big part of Emi felt uncomfortable receiving gifts, especially from someone she just met. However, she couldn't refused the gesture and she was excited to try them out. Handing the bag to Kamran without asking for his help, she opened the box and pulled out a silicone ball with 30g imprinted on the side facing her. Shaking it, she realized,

"There's somethin' in there."

"Yeah, they have loose weights inside of them. And that third one vibrates with the remote." She smiled and continued, "With those, I could lie frigging myself all day until I was a sweaty, knackered mess."

"Ooh." That's sparked Emi's interest even more, which quickly shifted to timidity. She knew where they were supposed to go, but out of nervousness, she inquired, "So... How do I..."

"I just squat down and push them in, but for your first time, you may want to have a lie down and use some KY."

Emi wanted to try them immediately and thought about lying on the sidewalk where she was, in full view of everyone. However, she gave into the sensible side of her and moved in-between the two cars. Having given the box to Kamran, she sat down in the parking lot and chipped away a few pieces of latex covering her pussy. She looked at the ball, and seeing how large it was, she got a little frightened. Eyes shifting up to her two spectators, she smiled and pushed it into the split between her lips. Emi must have been excited, seeing how she was already wet. The smooth ball went in easier than she thought it would, but the pressure inside her was noticeable. Reaching towards Kamran, she then picked out the ball that can vibrate and pressed the button next to the 50g. With the second ball in hand, she lined it up with her lips when Vanessa tried to interject.

"You may want to just go with one for n--"

But it was too late, and in it went. Kamran had already taken the remote and turned it on before Emi finished pushing, startling her. She gave a quick scream and tried to stand up to grab the remote control from him. Vanessa was ready for this and pushed the girl's shoulder down, making her butt hit the asphalt with a thud.

"Oof!"

"Stay sat down. Work on flexing and relaxing a few times here before you stand and drop the balls."

Emi followed her directions and was really enjoying the buzz throughout her canal. The intermittent vibrations made her muscles contract, and when she squeezed with these contractions, the pleasure intensified. After about a minute of this, she thought she was ready to stand, and Kamran helped her to her feet. Knowing she could hold both balls was satisfying enough, but in order to walk around without looking like she was trying to hold a pencil between her knees, she was going to have to remove the second ball.

"How's that?" Vanessa asked.

"Good." She said too quickly. "But I don't wanna have too much fun here."

Vanessa smiled knowingly and agreed as Emi let the vibrating ball drop in her hand. She turned it off, and as she was putting it back in the box, the Brit warned her to clean it as soon as she could.

"You probably won't get satisfaction with just one ball. Different people react differently. But you stick with these over time, and I guarantee you will notice a difference... and your man will too."

Before they rejoined the others, Emi had to ask the question that's been itching at her curiosity.

"Oh hey? What's the finger test?"

Vanessa looked at Kamran with a devilish grin and turned back as she moved in close to Emi. No longer sure she should have asked the question, Emi could feel her lungs tighten and her heart pound. Without breaking eye contact, Vanessa's hand disappeared from sight, and Emi felt a finger re-emerge between her lips. Like scooping a finger full of peanut butter, she gathered a large sample of juices and showed it to Emi.

Barely breathing, she was still able to smell her vaginal musk as well as the worm breath of her new friend. Surprising everyone, including herself, Emi snapped forward to engulf the finger in her mouth, and with her tongue wrapped around her friends digit, she sucked the finger clean.

Emi watched as the naked woman turned and walked onto the beach. Her hands went to her mouth, and her eyes started to tear up.

"Oh my gosh, what'd I do?"

"You just blew the finger of your boss's cousin." Kamran said with an impressed voice, and Emi planted her forehead on her boyfriend's chest.

"How could I do that? I'm such an idiot."

"No... I think she liked it. She's still lookin' at us."

Don't look! She must think I'm some kind of sick fuck.

Hey, she's the one who stuck her finger in your pussy.

Chapter 25

Emi removed Ben from between her legs after a couple of hours, having felt some muscle fatigue. When she got back from rinsing the ball off in the bathroom sink, Misty and Yasmin were getting a little antsy waiting for the fireworks to start, so they decided they all should walk to the playground area.

Reaching a large semicircle full of sand with a play lifeguard tower in the center, Emi remembered wanting to be a lifeguard because of this tower. It's a cylinder with two levels, two slides, and two bridges connecting the tower to the sidewalk. Emi followed Chelsea across the rope bridge, who was just wearing her athletic bikini, and Kamran, who was still shirtless, made his way across a cargo net bridge. Inside the cylinder, the three climbed the cramped space to the second level, where at least two of them could stand. Meanwhile, Misty and Yasmin made their way around the sand pit and simply walked up the ramp to meet the other three.

"What the hell? You two brought us here and now you're just bein' lame?"

"No, we wanted to drink." In her frill top and thong, Misty held up a six pack of hard seltzer.

"But feel free to run around on a park made for five-year-olds." Yasmin suggested.

"That's the youngest side of the age range, and y'know it." Emi argued feeling embarrassed but laughing at herself. She got a bottle from Misty and took a swig. Almost coughing it out and laughing, she heard Kamran remark in amusement,

"Whoa, don't choke on it. Are you okay?"

"AH! Yeah. That burns like all-fire when it goes up the nose."

Kamran took a drink and suggested, "It's too bad they don't have the merry-go-round anymore."

"Too many cryin' kids." Chelsea admitted in a voice that suggested she wasn't finished. Reluctantly, she lowered her bottle and began again. "You remember that see-saw at camp Ironwood? Sooo, I once hurt a little kid on that." She confessed and swallowed hard. "I wanted to see a kid fly up in the air like double-bouncin' him on a trampoline. I was a lot bigger than he was, so in my mind, I thought I could drop my side of the see-saw and launch him in the air, except... he wasn't prepared for that and fell forward, hitting his face. I imagined it working perfectly, and I thought he'd love it. I guess that only happens in cartoon logic."

"You never told me that." Her sister said in a serious tone.

"I was embarrassed. I remember steppin' back slowly as everyone rushed in to help the screaming kid, and I saw that if I kept goin,' I could just walk away from it before anyone saw me. I technically got away with it, but I still feel bad.

"Damn." Yasmin admitted. "When did that happen?"

"The Summer after fifth grade. I even told a kid who was a little bigger to wait because I wanted to try this with a smaller kid."

They sat in silence for a minute until Misty countered, "You were just a kid too."

"Yeah..." Kamran agreed. "... everyone's done stupid stuff on a playground. I kicked someone while I was on the swing. I mean, he ran inta me, but I still felt bad."

Emi recognized what he was trying to do, and she took his hand and squeezed.

Chelsea must have seen it too because she followed up by saying, "Emi used to be fearless on a swing."

"Let's see if she still is." Kamran suggested.

She knew that wasn't true, but she also tried not to turn down a challenge. As they walked to the swing set, she put an arm behind his back, and wrapping his arm around hers, Kamran cupped her ribs and pulled her naked torso against his bare waist.

Sitting down on the swing, she backed up as far as her little toes would take her and jumped backwards. Pumping her arms and legs as much as she could, she remembered how much she used to enjoy this. She felt the wind filling her hair as it sailed behind her before it crashed onto her back. Swinging back and forth she climbed higher and higher, and when Kamran started to help, she wanted to go even faster. He pushed Emi so high she felt it in her stomach, and when she jumped, she screamed for so long she ran out of breath before she hit the ground.

"Oh my gosh that was awesome! I haven't done that in years."

"You know what I haven't done in years? Skinny dipping.'" Yasmin looked at Emi. "I know... For you it's just swimming. But for the rest of us, it's more tantalizing."

Finishing her seltzer, Emi disagreed. "Everyone gettin' naked does seem more exciting."

"Yeah but, your brother." Chelsea tried to argue.

"He doesn't mind." Plucking the string behind her back, she pulled the top over her head and threw it towards the bench. Kamran's eyes watched as his sister pushed her bottoms down and kicked them in the same direction.

"Mm, I'm sure he doesn't mind four beautiful girls givin' him a show." Gaining Kamran's attention, Misty untied her top and winked at him before she let it fall, revealing her pert breasts. His lip curled up until Emi stepped in front of her boyfriend.

"Except, it's not just us givin' a show." She gave him a devilish grin while untying the knot in his trunks and slipping her fingers into the waistband. He had no objections as she pulled them down, and when the one-eyed-monster saw her, it perked with recognition. Moving to his side while hugging his waist, she looked at Chelsea expectantly.

"Who am I to object to a good time."

The athletic girl's boobs bounced when she took her top off. Both sisters have the same cone shape, even if Chelsea's can reach out further. And when the twins pulled their bottoms off, Emi saw that they had similar full bushes, except Misty tamed her edges.

"Well, what are we standin' around here for?"

Kamran asked before running into the water, and the girls followed. The five of them enjoyed facing against the crushing waves, resisting the current's pull out to sea, and riding a wave back to the beach before doing it all over again.

Emi wanted to tackle Kamran who was standing against the bullying water, like a forgotten pilling from a disassembled dock. From the shallow water, she ran and jumped onto his back. Misty, being the closest to the attempted take down, also tried to pile on the post, but Kamran bent forward at the waist sending his naked attackers into deeper water. Before he could stand, however, Chelsea tackled him low, finally nocking him off his feet.

Regaining his position, Yasmin was too late to the fight and got her head dunked in the saltwater for her efforts. The other three girls attacked as one, like a clan of hyenas taking down a lone lion. Kamran was distracted enough for Yasmin to charge her brother and put him in a headlock. With his face smashed into his sister's boob and all of her weight on his neck, Emi and Misty swiped his legs out from under him taking down their opponent.

Standing up and swaying in the water, they congratulated each other and laughed, and as they all paused to catch their breath, the fireworks started exploding over the water. Emi couldn't imagine a better day with everyone she cares about in one place.