Borrowing the Sluttiest Bikini

Chapter 1.

"I'm just so excited!!"

Sarah blushed as Kayleigh's mom wrapped her into a fierce hug. The woman tended towards the sort of clothing that might be worn by a biker's wife, and the hug crammed Sarah's face into her ample, tanned, freckly cleavage, enveloping her in the smell of perfume and cigarette smoke.

"You're gonna have so much fun, honey. This is such a great little resort, all inclusive, the people are all here to have a good time, so feel free to mingle and meet people. I still have people I message on Facebook that I met here last time we went!"

The woman was a far cry from her own parents. She was honestly surprised that they had actually let her go. This trip was going to be very different from the sorts of family vacations she usually went on.

But that's the idea, right?

The little voice smirked inside her head. The one that she'd spent most of her time since puberty repenting for.

You can't go directly from homeschooling to university. You'll look like either a nun or a basket case. You need some exposure therapy. You need role models. You need social experiences with people who aren't from your parents' church.

She looked over at Kayleigh. They'd been neighbors since they were literal infants, and they'd ended up close friends. Kayleigh obviously had other friends, but she went to the arts school in a different catchment, so it was tougher for her to see them. Sarah was secretly and shamefully glad of that fact. She didn't know that she'd ever have made a friend like her if they hadn't been able to literally talk from their windows across the fence or if Kayleigh had been too busy with other friends. Kayleigh was confident, knew how to talk to boys, and she was the sort of edgy, ever so slightly alternative small-town hot that boys seemed to be drawn to like a magnet. Naturally thin, a tongue piercing, and hair that was dyed a fried blonde. And Sarah was drawn to it too, just an innate need to follow her, like a duckling trusting that the duck knew where it was going.

The much slimmer girl grabbed her suitcase off of the baggage carousel. She had thrown on a tied-off shirt in deference to the slightly higher-stakes environment of the airport, but Sarah knew that the second that they were outside it was going to be gone again and she'd be back down to the little black and white checkered bikini top and her jean shorts. The girl was maybe 100 pounds soaking wet, and she seemed to have a strong hatred of wearing bras, or frankly any more clothing than she absolutely had to.

The baggage carousel was a busy place, even in the relatively early morning. There were so many suitcases, and Sarah was glad that hers was a little out of date. Brown leather. Her dad's suitcase, one that would stick out pretty easily among all of the plastic and nylon. After about ten minutes, Kayleigh's parents had grabbed theirs. After another ten, everyone was starting to look confused. Kayleigh's mom walked over to where the conveyor belt came out of the wall and checked to see if it was still there and just caught on something, while her dad went over to the desk.

Kayleigh bounced back and forth on the balls of her feet. "Well, uh, this is weird."

"Yeah. Like... it should be here by now, right?"

Kurt wandered back towards them, reading a number off of his phone and typing it into his phone, having a conversation as Jessica came back and gave her a big hug. "It's okay baby, we'll figure this out."

"Yeah, so... Sarah, they checked the back and it's not anywhere in there, so in all likelihood it didn't make it off the plane. They're going to check again when it lands at the next stop and get back to us." Kurt hung up the phone, his face apologetic.

Sarah's heart sank. Honestly, she didn't care all that much about what was in the suitcase, her ID and wallet and everything important was in her bag. It was just the anxiety of knowing that this could even happen. She was on the other side of the world. So far from the house-well, the bedroom, really-where she spent almost all of her time. She was suddenly so aware how far she was away from... safety.

As if in answer to that, she felt Kurt's big hand on her shoulder reassuringly. "It's gonna be fine kiddo. This happens a lot. They'll probably track it down pretty soon, and till then, we have plenty of clothes you can borrow."

Sarah looked up, her brow furrowed in confusion. "Mr. Harrison... I am not gonna fit in Kayleigh's clothes." She could hear the emotion leaking into her voice. He was a middle aged guy, but come on. His daughter could probably wear some of her tee-shirts as a dress.

Kurt raised his hands calmingly, concern washing over his face. "Hey, hey honey, it's fine, I know. I meant Jessica. I honestly doubt you two will be out of your swimsuits more than a couple times the whole trip, and Jessica brought spares."

Sarah let out a long breath. That... was fine, honestly. She had brought a black one piece with a small gold hoop in the front. It was a little classy, maybe a touch sultry even? But she'd bought it with her mom before a trip to the pool a year or two back. Gloria Roberts was not one to let her daughter walk around showing off her whole body to anyone who might happen to want a peek. She highly doubted that anything in Jessica's suitcase was going to look any worse. And besides, the woman had a pretty similar frame, something she'd noticed before. She'd noticed it with resentment-that she had the same body as a middle aged woman who's already had a child-but there was at least one perk, apparently.

They picked up what bags the airline had managed to convey to them, and headed out into the warm, tropical air. Sarah felt herself starting to sweat immediately and, as she had predicted, Kayleigh immediately stripped off her button up and stuffed it in her purse. The girl softly hip-checked Sarah as they walked to the shuttle bus.

"Hey... sorry about that. You hear about that but like, I've never actually had that happen to me and it super sucks. It'll be fine, promise. My mom has good taste in swimsuits."

Sarah nodded ruefully. "Yeah, I... I'm just working on bouncing back now. And sweating. Holy crap."

Kayleigh grinned, waggling her eyebrows. "Hey, once we drop off our stuff we can raid mom's luggage and head out. Maybe get some... drinks."

"... why did you do that?"

"What?"

"The face when you said 'drinks'. You made a face."

Kayleigh shrugged theatrically.

"Kayleigh, we aren't old enough to drink-"

"--back home. The drinking age here is 18. I drink at parties, it's no big deal." she flopped into a seat, and Sarah stared at her, bug-eyed, until a man prodded her gently in the back and she scrambled down next to her.

*"My parents would never have-!"

"--Let you come on this trip if they knew that you were going to be able to get free booze. I know. And I know you would have had a panic attack if you were lying to them. So I did it for you. You're welcome. My parents won't tell. They think your parents are religious nutjobs."

"I!.... Wh!..." Sarah shut her mouth, staring straight forward. Her parents were religious nutjobs. They had tried very, very hard to make her a religious nutjob too, like her sister, but it hadn't really taken all the way. Now she just had all the anxiety and guilt and none of the forgiveness and faith.

"... f.... fine..." she muttered.

"Yeah?" Kayleigh perked up. "I was worried you'd spend like, the first day or two sulking."

"... no. I... I'll be fine if there's drinking. Screw it."

"Yeah, fuck it!"

".... yeah, screw it."

The room was nice, not hyper fancy hotel style, more rustic cabana vibes. Apart from being in the shade and the breeze flowing through, it unfortunately didn't seem much cooler in here than outside. Sarah stepped into the smaller side room where her and Kayleigh's beds were and dropped her bag on one.

--

As she was leaving, she almost bumped into Jessica. The woman scooched past her into the bathroom, in a bit of a hurry. As the door closed, her voice called out from behind it. "So I brought three suits. I left them on your bed, just pick the one you'd like and I'll take the other two."

Sarah walked over to the bed. It was freakin' hot here, and it seemed like Mr. Harrison was right, swimsuits were going to be the uniform while they were here. She was excited to be out of her long skirt and t-shirt and into something smaller.

But she wasn't prepared for how much smaller.

They were bikinis.

She was flabbergasted that she hadn't even thought to ask. Jessica wasn't really fat or anything, but she was hardly a beanpole, and she didn't think a mom in her forties would be wearing anything this small. Or this... wild.

The first one was honestly just too tiny to believe. A thin strip of white fabric with black strings, and the top was two little triangles of the same. Jessica must wear like, a G-cup bra, she had no idea how the hell she could wear something like this and not have her boobs constantly popping out. The second was clearly the same brand and size, just in black with neon pink straps.

The last one was, horrifyingly, the one with the most coverage. The cups at least seemed to have enough fabric to match the size of her own hand. The problem is that it was neon pink and black leopard print. It screamed, hell, practically bellowed "I AM A TRASHY SLUT"

She stared down at the options in front of her. Honestly not believing what she was seeing. Jessica was... well she didn't exactly give off a classy vibe but she was a mom! Why was she dressing like she was auditioning for some hardcore porn or something?

A drop of sweat fell on the pink suit. She angrily swiped her forehead, sweat streaming off her fingertips. The base level of frustration was being multiplied at least twofold by how overheated she was. This was ridiculous. She started stripping down unceremoniously, dumping her shirt and skirt in a pile on the floor, followed by her plain, nude, F-cup bra and baby blue panties.

The pink leopard print one, pattern or not, was the only one that gave her even the slightest confidence that her boobs weren't going to pop out if she so much as sneezed. Skimpy clothes were one thing, flashing the resort was another. She didn't even particularly plan on going out like this. She just needed to not be wearing her old clothes and not be naked.

The bikini was 90 percent string. She growled as she held it up against her body, trying to figure out what went where. Finally, she figured out which part was the halter and threw it over her head, pulling the strings behind her back at her sides and awkwardly tying a knot behind her. She slipped on the bottoms a second later. Then she slipped them off and tied them the other way around. And then back the first way.

She almost screamed at the ceiling. There wasn't any way she could wear this that covered... just about anything. She walked over to the mirror, fuming in frustration as she arranged and rearranged the suit. The top covered her nipples and managed to contain the weight of her breasts, but there was no way to avoid a truly staggering amount of cleavage, side boob, or underboob. She would scooch it in one direction and it would retreat on its opposing border. She had to settle for no underboob, only slight sideboob, and a frankly whorish amount of cleavage.

She did, according to the treacherous demon of a tag at least, have the bottoms on the right way around. It covered her whole mound at least. Barely. The back half on the other hand almost entirely disappeared into her ass. It was basically a thong with pretensions of being a swimsuit. She could see her pubic hair escaping around either side and out the top clear as day, dark brunette curls. She had honestly already shaved her legs and inner thighs for her own suit, but this was much less coverage than she'd expected.

Kayleigh walked in. "Hey, you ready to go?"

Sarah whipped around, covering herself. "Gah! Freaking knock!!!"

Kayleigh's eyes widened, and she smiled. "Holy crap, you look great! Nice, I was worried that mom might have brought her boring suits."

"Uh, nope! No, actually! She did not. She brought a Halloween costume for dressing up as a stripper" Sarah was blushing beet red. "Kayleigh, I can't wear this."

Kayleigh nodded ruefully, nodding downwards. "I mean, you do need to trim, yeah. No worries, I brought a razor." She gestured to the bottoms of her own suit, where she had hiked the strings up high over her hips, leaving a fair bit of where her pubes would have been fully exposed on the sides, but clearly having been seen to already. "Honestly, just go bald for the trip. Easiest way. Or maybe a landing strip tops."

"I don't want anyone to land anywhere!"

"Fuck, you really are upset about this, huh?" She looked surprised. "Sarah... like... would I lie to you?"

"Yes."

She shook her head. "I mean, if it was important."

"... still probably, yeah." Sarah set her jaw, crossing her arms over her chest.

Kayleigh rolled her eyes and flopped down on the bed. "Okay... well, whether you believe me or not, Sarah? That is a normal fucking swimsuit."

Sarah made a strangled sound of disbelief.

"It is! The pattern's a bit tacky but like, you are not gonna get arrested for indecency or laughed at or kicked out of somewhere for wearing that. This isn't the 1800s. My mom didn't buy it at some kinky sex store, she bought it on like, Shein. She wore that on a trip with our uncles and cousins and stuff. It's fine."

Sarah turned around. "My ass is hanging out!"

Kayleigh sat up. "Sweet god... no kidding. Your ass looks like, amazing in this suit, holy fuck."

"I don't want people staring at my ass and thinking "holy fuck!" She blushed. She really didn't swear usually, and she could see Kayleigh grinning at the small victory.

"What, you want guys staring at your ass and thinking 'what a wholesome woman of Christ, I bet she looks amazing while she's praising the lord? Like, you said yourself, you want to flirt with guys on this trip."

"I do!"

"Do you want them to flirt back?"

Sarah stood still, glaring at her friend. Kayleigh hopped off the bed. "Look, we both know I'm gonna be doing a lot of the talking and like, ice-breaking on this trip, right?" She didn't wait for an answer. "Right. Me. I'm gonna be walking up to boys, in this swimsuit" she gestured at what she was wearing, spinning to show that her suit also disappeared between her cheeks pretty much immediately. "And I'm gonna be like, 'hey guys, cool to see other folks our age or maybe several intriguing years older, do you maybe want to show me and my friend a good time?"

She bit her lip, making doe eyes and speaking with a syrupy, flirty voice. Then she stopped, looking sternly at Sarah. "What I cannot then do is turn and point at a girl wearing my dad's "I'd Rather Be Fishin" T-shirt.

"Oh, so I'm an embarrassment, huh? Your freak of a friend who's gonna ruin things because I look so gross?"

Kayleigh rolled her eyes, staring at the ceiling in frustration, clawing at the air. "No! Jesus!" She walked over to Sarah and grabbed her by the shoulders. "Sarah. You are a hot, thick bitch with a great ass and a huge rack."

Sarah blinked, taken aback. "I... bitch?"

Kayleigh almost exploded. "You are hot! I am hot! We are hot! We can fucking rule this resort this week. We can get invited to cabana parties, have our pick of guys, do literally whenever the fuck we want!"

Sarah stammered. "I... look, did you maybe want to... to invite one of your other friends and they cancelled or something? I don't know if I can really... do that."

"Do what?"

"... do whatever I want."

Kayleigh looked at her with a face somehow conveying both pity and rage. "I... fuck. I did not invite you because someone else cancelled. I can get drunk and hook up with idiots back home, there are plenty of girls who I can drink whipped cream vodka with and screech that they look soooooooo good and hold each other's hair back when we puke. I honestly like you. You're smart-hell of a lot smarter than I am-you're funny and insightful and empathetic. I enjoy your company. I have heard you talk about how much you resent your parents for locking you up in that house and letting you rot. About how you want to go out and be your own person when you go to University. Why wait?"

She opened the curtains, making Sarah yelp. "Calm down, baby.... look. look out there. It's gorgeous."

It was. The ocean was so blue it was almost green, the palm trees swayed gently in the wind, and the pale, sandy coloured buildings looked like a paradise. People relaxed in the sun, or played volleyball on the beach, or just lounged around by the bar.

And you'll notice that none of them appear to be wearing the sort of swimsuits you buy on recommendation from Gloria Roberts

Sarah sighed. Kayleigh pressed her advantage. "Look, the world without your parents telling you what to do is not in the future, it is right now. Today. You are living in it. I am not gonna report you to you parents. My parents won't either. What happens here, stays here."

"... it's scary." Her voice sounded tiny.

Kayleigh nodded. "Oh, fuck yeah, I'm a little nervous right now too."

Sarah stared at her. "What, really?"

She shrugged. "Im not like... some complete delinquent. My stories just sound impressive because I'm the only person you know who has had sex and isn't a married Christian parent. You just have to fake it. It's what we all do. We just have more practice." She walked to her bed and rummaged through her bag. "and unfortunately, the until you buckle down and get the practice, it's even scarier. But you're gonna have to do it eventually... Or you can just live with your parents until you die."

She held out a bag with a razor and gel. Sarah stared at it. Sarah took it, and Kayleigh softly pushed her towards the door. "C'mon. Quick trim, and we'll go find something cold and refreshing to drink in the water."

Sarah slipped between the bedroom and bathroom as fast as she could, the door currently sitting ajar, and as she went in, Kayleigh slipped in behind her. She groaned internally, but she didn't want another fight. It was just a girl. It was fine if other girls saw her. Kayleigh wasn't going to leer or make fun of her.

The slim girl hopped up on the bathroom counter and flipped through her phone, stretching. "Sorry that this happened, again. Like, not a fun thing to have to deal with on a day where you already had a stupid long flight."

Sarah hesitantly untied the neon pink string at her hips and dropped her bottoms, trying to feel casual. The voice was acting up again, but with a tone she wasn't really used to.

It's fine. You're a hot thick bitch, remember? You and your other hot friend are hanging out while you shave your pussy and then you're gonna go out and get stared at by... looked like something like a few hundred boys. And men! The whole spectrum of masculine lust. But right now, this is just two hot sluts hanging out. Being cool. This is probably totally normal for girls who didn't have a purity ring.

She wasn't used to the voice mostly attempting to make her feel good. She didn't trust that. But considering how thoroughly outnumbered she was, it was nice to not have the message be "you suck."

She hopped in the shower. No need to take off the top, friend or not. It was a swimsuit. It was supposed to get wet. She lathered up.

"You thinking landing strip or just shaved totally?" Kayleigh asked, not looking up from her phone.

Sarah's cheeks burned, but she tried to power through. "I dunno... part of me honestly doesn't believe anyone's gonna actually see it so I'd rather just keep it simple and just get the sides?"

Kayleigh nodded. "Yeah, makes sense. I just find that when I do that I'm always checking to see if any is peeking out. Easier when it's all gone, or like, so much is gone that if someone is seeing it they're seeing everything else."

Sarah picked up the razor and started swiping away the edges of her pubic hair. She had a pretty complicated and confusing relationship with the concept of shaving. On the one hand, obviously, by her mother's standards, a girl trying to make her pussy look aesthetically pleasing was a massive red flag that she was looking to sin. But on the other hand, if she was too uninterested in grooming then she might be veering into feminist/lesbian territory, which was bound to go hand in hand with plenty more sinning. She had never actually gotten a clear answer from her mother on what the god of the universe actually wanted a bush to look like-other than, in at least one context, burning-and so had settled on keeping it vaguely trimmed and feeling ashamed about it at all times.

She slowly whittled down the sides, mentally picturing what she'd be doing and what was likely to be showing. "What did you go with?" She said, trying to slip into the headspace of this being causal. Fine. Shop talk. Kayleigh didn't seem to think this was a big deal. Follow Kayleigh.

"Bald as a pornstar." The girl said with a grin. "I don't like fiddling around with keeping the edges all parallel."

It would be fun to match.

She shook her head, pushing the thought aside. "Cool, might do the strip then... don't want to steal your look."

"Nah, you stole my mom's look instead." The girl teased.

Sarah had shaved her whole pussy once before, just to try it. It was fiddly and annoying and the angles were tough to actually make work without getting into some weird positions. She gently nudged her protruding inner lips to one side and swished away the curls along her slit. She could decide for real about the style after she'd dealt with the stuff that would have to go either way.

Kayleigh made a small, reluctant noise. "Okay, you're gonna be annoyed, but uh, given the style of suit, you should probably get the back too."

Sarah looked at her. "... am I gonna be spreading my ass for the resort?"

Kayleigh raised her hands. "I mean, it's more. of a problem for me, you've got more ass, its almost definitely not going to come up, but it just takes a few seconds and then you won't have to worry about it."

Grumbling, Sarah felt back between her cheeks at the few wispy hairs back there. Fine. She slid some more of the gel back there and tried to find an angle.

"You kind of have to squat..." Kayleigh said apologetically. "I won't stare. Promise."

Sarah awkwardly reached back, and delicately removed the few hairs hiding out between her cheeks. Standing up, she was left with just the hair covering her mound. The easy stuff. She did a little triangle at first, considering it, and then shook her head, getting rid of the sides and leaving her with a strip about as wide as two of her fingers. She liked that. It seemed a little more confident, a little more womanly.

A little more "take me darling", a little less "fuck me, daddy."

Kayleigh clapped quietly, grinning as Sarah started rinsing the gel and bits of loose hair away. "Looks good! Nice job."

"Thanks." Sarah grabbed the bottoms off the rail by the shower and put them back on. Biting her lip, she couldn't help but enjoy how the smooth fabric felt nestling against the newly bare skin.

Kayleigh's mom probably felt the same way when she had this bikini mashed up against her pussy too.

She shook her head, stepping out of the shower as she tied the strings back up. What the fuck, brain.

Kayleigh took her hand, pushing it up higher. "Trust me. Stays put better up at your waist, plus it makes your hips look fucking stunning."

Blushing, Sarah obliged, just to see how it looked, the strings arching up high over her hips. The girl she saw in the mirror surprised her.

Now that she was wearing it a little differently, and her bush wasn't hanging out... it looked... good. The girl staring back at her in the mirror looked like a completely normal party slut. Hair up in a high pony. Cleavage on display. Just a hint of skin to either side of the bottoms. She turned and blinked, a little astonished. The long arch of the strings down into the basically thong back looked very, very good when it was tied like this.

Kayleigh playfully smacked her ass. "Told you. Sweet god it's fun seeing you actually showing off how hot you are." She posed next to her in the mirror, back to back, Charlie's Angels style, and Sarah matched her energy, unable to stifle a grin.

They headed back out into the living room, and Sarah was hit with several very wild experiences all at once.

Kayleigh's parents were there, Kurt sitting on the couch and talking on the phone, while Jessica sat on the armrest, one arm thrown around him, his arm around her waist.

Jessica was wearing the white and black bikini, and Sarah's brain honestly struggled to process the sight. The woman was thoroughly tanned just about everywhere, which made it stand out a lot. Jessica also apparently had two sparrow tattoos on her hips, and a full-blown bellybutton ring, a small charm dangling on her soft belly. The woman had unmistakably had kids, but she just seemed to be rolling with that and she looked good even if she was definitely not a swimsuit model. The only part that looked very un-motherly was her chest. Sarah had wondered how the hell her boobs could possibly stay in the suit, but the two tanned, freckled orbs appeared to be basically unaffected by gravity in a way that didn't even make sense. The two triangles of fabric seemed to cover her nipples but didn't seem to be needed for structural support. She looked... trashy. But in a way that Kurt clearly was a fan of, as his hands teasingly played with the skin of her hip before halting when the girls walked in.

And speaking of Kurt, as Jessica jumped to her feet with a proud little squeal of glee and ran over to give her another hug, Sarah saw Kayleigh's dad's eyes scan automatically over her body, dressed up in one of his wife's slutty swimsuits. Zeroing in on her barely covered tits. She was still processing the rush of excitement and shame and confusion when Jessica hit.

"You look so good! I'm so glad, I was so upset for you. I knew they'd fit." Her voice was muffled by her breasts, which mashed into Sarah's face again. Sarah blinked. Now that there was basically nothing in the way, it was obvious that the woman's boobs were a lot firmer and less... squishy than her own were. It was honestly baffling. The woman was over twice her age. She didn't get how her boobs weren't hitting her bellybutton ring in a suit like that.

"I... it's definitely not a look that I'm used to?" Sarah said, sheepishly. "Thank... thanks for lending me a suit though."

"No problem honey. It looks great on you, doesn't it Kurt?" The woman handed her a big beach towel from a pile by the door.

The man flashed her a thumbs up as he hung up the phone, now pointedly taking pains to not be staring at her body. "Looks great, kiddo... so the airline says that your suitcase was put on the wrong plane by mistake. It's currently sitting at an airport in Colombia."

Sarah rolled her eyes. "Wow. Great. Right hemisphere at least."

Kurt stood up. He was wearing some board shorts and nothing else, his extremely hairy chest about as tanned as his wife's. "Yeah. They'll have it on the next flight out this way, but with how the flights line up it won't arrive until probably the day before we leave. They apologized, your parents will get a refund for a chunk of the ticket price... everything seems like it'll work out alright."

Kayleigh threw a towel of her own over her shoulder. "Okay, enough stressy plane shit. Pool time?"

Jessica grinned. "Pool time! With a side of Margaritas." She picked up a beach bag and walked towards the door, and Sarah's brain reeled as she saw the woman's back. She couldn't figure out which was more shocking: the middle aged woman's full, soft, slightly cellulite-dimpled ass totally tanned and hanging free in the tiny thong swimsuit, shaking with every sandalled step, or the faded tramp stamp taking up most of her lower back.

She was not in Kansas anymore.

The resort was bright and sunny and painted mostly white and pale pastels to keep from heating up too much in the sun. Sarah gratefully took an offered set of sunglasses from Jessica's bag as they worked their way into the thick of it.

It seemed like the right amount of crowded. There weren't huge lines for anything, but most everywhere you looked there were people. It seemed like a pretty wide mix of types-some barely upright elderly folks determinedly tottering over to one of the hot tubs even in 30+ degree weather, all the way down to the yelling of kids from the carefully maintained "Kidz Zone" where there were water guns and slides and no drunk adults trying to relax other than their very harried looking parents. And in the middle were a wide array of people in their teens, twenties, thirties... all sunkissed and wearing not a hell of a lot and already looking a few drinks in even though it was barely after lunch.

Sarah was convinced that they were all staring at her. It was how she usually felt in public, but for once she felt that her anxieties made a pretty salient point. Age didn't seem to factor into it, from teenagers up to a man who walked past her who looked like he had probably driven in a horse and buggy at some. point. Every single head did a little twitch to track her as she walked through the resort. Well, her and Kayleigh. And Jessica.

She bit her lip. Even Kurt had looked. Hell, her friend's dad was walking behind them, probably soaking in a long, uninterrupted opportunity to take in the way her butt looked in his wife's swimsuit.

I wonder if he thinks you look better in it than she does

She grit her teeth. Damn it. Kurt wasn't some huge creep or something. She had never noticed him staring before.

And? There hasn't been anything worth staring at till today.

As she had a quiet internal argument, a few college- aged guys in boardshorts walked past, laughing. They were all pretty attractive: nice hair, muscular, a mix of tanned and black, the sort of guys that she couldn't help associating with a football player or frat boy straight out of tv. One of them, a lean tall black guy with a close fade caught her eye through her sunglasses for a second as his eyes slid down her body to her breasts. She thought she could see his eyebrows raise a little bit. And then he was past her.

She turned her head to try and get a glimpse of him as he walked away. See if his shoulders looked as good as his chest had. But he had apparently had the same idea because he was also looking over his shoulder, his eyes squarely on her ass. The whole group of guys seemed to have turned at once, their eyelines obscured by sunglasses but scattered across the three women.

Kurt was staring up at a bird up on the roof of a passing gazebo with the deliberate studiousness of a man wanting anyone checking in on him to know that he had certainly been doing so this whole time and it was of course absurd to suggest that he could have been looking anywhere else.

Her eyes snapped forward. Jesus.

Seems like you look amazing

She grumbled even harder. The voice wasn't supposed to say nice things. It wasn't trustworthy. It was the bad voice. Just because she wasn't a Christian anymore didn't mean that she didn't still low-key believe that that particular voice was on some level the devil. One that wouldn't lead her to the literal fire-based Hell, necessarily, but would definitely lead to the sort of hell that involved teen pregnancy and a tramp stamp.

Which seems to have worked out a lot better for Jessica than your parents would have led you to believe was possible

She pushed that voice away, but not before it did call to mind the look of a very attractive college guy staring with appreciative awe at her body. Being stared at wasn't all bad. She was used to being invisible. Invisible was safer... but invisible was also lonelier. She... did want boys to talk to her. To want to talk to her, too. And if they were going to talk to her they were probably going to do that because they were enjoying looking at her first. She remembered the boy's hair. And how the muscles of his torso had twisted around to look at her. She might also enjoy looking at them a little too.

The resort was vaguely shaped like a wheel, with one large pool in the middle with a swim-up bar in the center. There were also beaches to either side, and there were plenty of people out there for when they wanted a little more quiet and sun than they wanted drinking and talking. Between the two bodies of water were the various buildings, the rooms the furthest out, followed by various restaurants, spas, bars, and places to listen to music.

The Harrisons dropped their bags and towels in a sunny area near the edge of the central pool, part of a long line of beach lounge chairs that stretched along the deck. There was a woman tanning a few chairs away that, Sarah noted, was wearing a bikini even smaller than Jessica's, a tiny little bright red number. But she was also built like a model. Sarah dragged her eyes away from the way the strings of her bikini top had been untied as she lay on her front. Kayleigh hadn't been wrong, she wasn't the most obscenely dressed girl here, even if she felt significantly more obscene than she was used to.

"You want me to grab you a drink, Mom?" Kayleigh asked, kicking off her flip flops and headed towards the water.

"Come back here, young lady." She said, a note of sternness in her voice, and for a second she was struck with the possibility that Kayleigh had drastically oversold her parents' comfort with her drinking on this trip. And then Jessica pulled a bottle of sunscreen out of her beach bag. "I know you want to tan, but we're here for a week. At least SPF 30. We're on the equator, the UV is murder down here."

Kayleigh rolled her eyes, but she was clearly more impatient than actively opposed to it. She quickly sprayed herself down before handing the bottle to Sarah and turning expectantly as she started wiping down her front. "I'll get you next."

Sarah sprayed down her friend's back, blushing a little as she awkwardly evened it out with her hands. She didn't really want to get her hands on her friend's ass, but she caught a mental picture of a bright red burn everywhere her hands didn't go and she did her best to be thorough.

Kayleigh grabbed the bottle from her and sprayed her own back down, handing the bottle back so she could get her front simultaneously. Her friend did not share her hesitancy, and Sarah rolled her eyes a little as the smaller girl oiled up her ass enthusiastically. She tried vainly to make the same action on her breasts not look sexual, but looking down into her own extremely shiny cleavage shot that hope down. Oh well, they'd be in the water in a second.

"You need any, Mrs. Harrison?" She asked, waving the bottle.

The woman smiled, taking it and lying down on the chair. "I definitely will, but I've got a very well-trained pool boy to handle that, thank you."

Kurt smiled, walking up and starting to spray Jessica down. Sarah turned, not really trusting the two to keep the action PG. She walked down some steps into the water. It was so warm, barely a few degrees cooler than her own body temperature. It felt amazing. She turned, seeing Kayleigh talking to her mom as her dad messaged sunscreen into the woman's ass. What a bizarre family.

"Blended Margarita, salt rim, no straw!" The woman called after her daughter as she splashed down the steps into the pool. "And don't go too hard, it's the first day!"

"Okay mom!" She called out over her shoulder, and then slid under the water, shooting forward a few feet before bobbing back up for air, flicking her hair behind her and slicking it back. "Come on, let's get you a drink," she said, grinning.

The swim-up bar was a little busy, but it only took a minute before a local in a pale blue resort polo leaned over the bar to take Kayleigh's order, not bothering with ID or a wristband or anything, just listening as she held up four fingers and said "Four blended Margaritas, no straws. With a tray, please. " and then nodding and quickly rimming four plastic cups in salt and running them under a slush machine before handing the whole tray off her as she smiled and thanked him.

She held out the tray to Sarah, who looked at her. "Wh... what? I'm not going to drink."

Kayleigh rolled her eyes. "It's not a shot of straight whiskey or something. It's a blended Margarita. I had my first one when I was like, fourteen."

Sarah felt her hands clenching and opening repeatedly under the water in distress. "I... like... gahhh..." She took the drink. She didn't really have to drink it. Not much. Just holding it would probably keep Kayleigh off her back. She could always just keep sipping a water bottle. After Kayleigh had had a couple she probably wouldn't even notice.

The two waded back to where Kayleigh's parents were sitting, and Kurt took the tray and let Kayleigh grab one before handing a margarita to his wife and sipping the other, tucking the tray under his chair. If he had an issue with Sarah drinking, he certainly didn't bring it up. "Okay, you girls have fun. We're thinking of hitting up the buffet around eight, but if we don't see you, you've got a room key, right Kayleigh?"

The girl kicked up her heel behind her, showing a key glinting on an elastic wrapped around her ankle. "Yep! Don't get burned, old man!"

"Don't drown, baby girl."

Kayleigh led her out of the water and up a spiral staircase to a balcony overlooking the pool. She leaned over it, surveying the people and the scenery, before grinning widely, raising her plastic glass in a toast. "Heyyyy, we made it! Sure wasn't easy, but now we're here."

Sarah clonked the cup against her friend's with a dull sound, and took a tiny sip as Kayleigh took a gulp. It was so cold and refreshing, the salt adding a bit of a Gatoradey sort of aftertaste that encouraged another sip. Sour and cold and sweet and salty. The one thing it didn't taste was alcoholic. She thought her first drink would be wilder, considering the reaction most people had on tv to drinking, but this just tasted like a more adult, complex Slurpee.

"... Not bad..." she begrudgingly admitted.

"Right? They're fine. Not the best margarita I've ever had but definitely the best free one." Kayleigh took another gulp. "Okay, so. Prospects. I love you, you're my best friend, but we are not going to spend all week hanging out with my parents and watching them get sloppy drunk and handsy. We are going to meet cool guys, we are going to hang out with those cool guys, have a summer romance, ect. Possibly several summer romances depending on the cool guys in question and their schedules."

Sarah blushed. They had talked about this beforehand. Just... before she knew that she would also be drinking a margarita dressed like a slut. She had pictured maybe something in the realm of an Olsen Twins film, an expectation that was fading fast. She wasn't opposed to the plan, as such, she just didn't fully believe that it would end the way Kayleigh thought it would. She had already had one pretty vivid nightmare of trying to flirt with the sort of guys that Kayleigh tended to be into and being met with derision and laughter. But... the attention so far had definitely not suggested that the guys would hate having her around.

"... there were those guys who we saw on the way over?"

Kayleigh grinned widely. "I'm glad you noticed! Serious "sports team buddies" energy. The bonus is that we probably wouldn't need to go hunting for more people, that's plenty and they might drag more girls in as well, if they didn't bring some from home." She took another gulp of her margarita, adjusting her bikini top so that the triangles covered a little less. "Downside is that they outnumber us, and they're usually pushy."

Sarah's eyes widened. "Uh, that sounds like a BIG downside."

A middle-aged man walked by behind them, taking a long look at Kayleigh's ass as he walked away. She waved her hand. "It's not like, end-of-the-world bad, not usually anyways. You gotta have a little bit of pushy or nothing ever fucking happens. I'll keep an eye out for you, I can tell the difference between 'come on, it'll be fun even if it's out of your comfort zone' and 'come on, I deserve sex and you're being a real bitch for pretending you're a person instead of a fleshlight.' If they start pulling the second category of shit, we bail. No apologies, no trying to make it seem chill and normal, I will boost you out a bathroom window if I have to."

She caught Sarah's look of panic. "That probably won't happen though! Like, they want to have fun, we want to have fun, we are on the same team. If there's going to be tension, it's probably going to be between them trying to figure out who gets who." She grinned. "And depending on the team... sometimes they are cool sharing."

Sarah rolled her eyes. "Okay, well, you can have most of them and I'll just take one then."

Kayleigh nodded, surveying the crowd below, leaning on the railing. "That's the only larger group of unattached guys I've seen so far. You want a group, because one guy by himself is gonna either make you do all the social stuff for him or just want to spend the entire time in his room-which is its own kind of fun, but we're here to party. And if there are already girlfriends mixed in, they may not like you, and then that's a whole thing. They also seem like, maybe 23-25? Which is cool. A little older, but still in a zone where they like to have fun.

Sarah laughed. "Yeah, I was a little worried you'd pick someone way older."

Kayleigh laughed. "In a resort like this? Nah, I don't like the idea that I might be fucking someone who might have also fucked my mom at some point. I have a sneaking suspicion that they're like, swingers or something, they've been coming here forever and they seem to be real friendly with some people."

Sarah almost wasn't even surprised anymore. "I kinda thought she'd spend the week all covered up doing crosswords, the like, lounging around in tiny bikinis thing has been a shock... but like, it makes a little more sense now that I've seen her wearing them, her boobs like, don't seem to sag even a little bit. My boobs sag more than hers do, it's crazy."

The small girl turned, looking at her boobs. "What? Oh, don't feel bad about that, they're fake."

"... what?"

"Yeah, like, she got implants once I had made it to grade school. Not even for the size, just wanted to be able to wear less industrial-strength bras again."

Sarah took another gulp of her margarita without thinking, her mind reeling. "I... I didn't know that people really did that outside of porn."

"Nah, happens all the time. Gabby has implants too.

"Gabby?" her brain called up the image of the short, very busty girl that Kayleigh hung out with occasionally. "I... I thought she just hit puberty... suddenly."

"I did too, she was super secret agent about it, got it done on summer vacation. But we ended up hooking up in the same room at a party after grad and yeah, they are clearly not real."

Her brain conjured the image, but rather than focusing on the implants, it zeroed in on the idea of hooking up in the same room. Kayleigh and her riding two guys sitting side by side on the couch. Her cheeks burned. With a start, she realized she felt a little disoriented and giggly.

"Wh... I think I'm drunk!" She blurted out, outraged.

Kayleigh laughed. "What? Probably not. Bit tipsy maybe. You've had maybe a quarter of one drink." She grinned. "You do seem like a lightweight though. Good to keep an eye on that."

Sarah grabbed the railing. This was ridiculous. She felt the breeze on way too much of her skin. This wasn't allowed. She was being bad. She was going to get in trouble.

"Sarah? Breathe girl, Jesus." Kayleigh pulled her into a hug. "Come on, it's fine. They did a number on you huh? You're fine. You're 18 and you're tipsy and you're wearing a swimsuit. Welcome to like, 75 percent of people's normal lives."

Sarah took a deep breath. And another one. Kayleigh let her go. She didn't enjoy feeling this out of control. But Kayleigh was here, at least. She just had to follow Kayleigh's lead and everything would be alright.

You're just hanging out, nothing stressful is even happening. So you're tipsy. Fine. We should see what "drunk" feels like, this is pretty nice.

The voice did, unfortunately, seem to be a lot louder after a quarter of a margarita.

"So how... how would we pick? Like, who goes with who, if it's a big group of guys? Like, do we just say hi and if some chemistry happens we go for it? What if we're both into the same guy?"

Because then they'd pick her.

There we go. The voice did still have its mean side after all. The complimentary thing was starting to weird her out.

Kayleigh shrugged. "We are probably not gonna compete for guys? Like, a lot of dudes really like the petite look but if he's into like, tits or ass you have me beat in both departments."

She would usually just dismiss this as Kayleigh trying to make her feel better by lying, but the constant staring of nearly every man she passed was making it hard to fully dismiss the idea that she might be attractive. And the tequila and the voice together were putting together a really powerful defense.

She felt herself slipping down into one hip, cocking her ass out in a mirror of Leigh as they looked out over the crowd. Knowing the view she was giving everyone.

You're welcome. Take a look.

The bizarre sensation of feeling... desirable washed over her. She grinned. Looking over at the staircase to see if anyone else was coming up who might look. Instead, she saw a very clear reflection of herself in a room window. She didn't recognize it as herself for a moment. The sunglasses gave off a cool, confident vibe. And the way she was standing.... she looked... slutty. And she looked like she enjoyed it.

Her stomach flipped. The shame tried to take back over, but the voice and the tequila were able to kick the seemingly quieted force back into the corners of her mind. She grinned. She was going to go flirt with boys.

Lucky them.

***

She wasn't fully hiding. There just happened to be a plant in between her and the guys hanging out around the edge of the pool, tossing a football back and forth to each other and drinking. The constant power struggle between her and the voice had started sliding the other way the second the idea of actually following through with this plan had reared its ugly head.

There were three of them, at least at this point. They didn't seem to be hyper-rowdy, but there was definitely a pretty constant mischievous energy radiating from them, voices that were just a little bit too loud for what Sarah would consider appropriate for being in public. They were, in short, not just abstract boy shaped opportunities for crushes, but full blown people, and they were the sort of people who had a lot in common with the people that she knew only stopped ignoring her when they'd thought of something creatively hurtful to say.

"They're not going to be like that." Leigh said, sweetly and dismissively. "Trust me. You don't even have to talk much if you're so worried that people will judge what you say. Honestly. Just pick a guy you like and just be near him and he will do the entire rest of the job himself. Sit on his lap if you feel like he's taking too long. That's it. That's the whole move."

"That's not how it has ever worked for me."

"Yeah, well, that was before you had the body you have in this swimsuit. The guys will make an effort, trust me." She reached up and in a quick series of motions, tightened the halter on Sarah's swimsuit, tugged her bottoms up higher over her hips, and cheersed her with her margarita. "Don't have much left when you go over, trust me."

Sarah took another gulp of her drink, and before she'd even lowered her glass, she felt her friend tugging her out around the corner, walking confidently towards the guys sitting around the pool. She started talking before Sarah even had the chance to fully panic.

"Hey! Are you guys on a team or something?"

Sarah caught up on panicking. That wasn't even a good line. That was the sort of thing that had leapt to her mind and then been shot down immediately as way too blunt and rude and stupid-sounding. But it apparently didn't matter.

A tall, broad-shouldered, black guy with a high fade that was standing in the water smiled at her and nodded. "Hell yeah!" He proceeded to rattle off something about college football that Sarah didn't understand even slightly while tossing the ball to his friend. Kayleigh understood though, or at least pretended to.

"Oh fuck! Nice. Haha, I was just gonna come say hi, you seemed like some of the only cool people in our age range, hope you're not like, trying to get away from fans or something."

One of the guys sitting on the edge turned to face them a little better. "No, you're fine! Please, we could use the company. This is like, the bachelor's trip. All the players with girlfriends already had plans. So this has been a massive sausage fest so far."

Sarah could feel his eyes on her, even though his shades completely obscured his gaze. He was a very muscular guy, to a degree that Sarah honestly found almost off-putting, like he was trying to turn his head but his own neck muscles were in the way. But he was... inviting them to hang out with them. That attitude out of that body honestly confused the fight-or-fight reflexes that activated any time she went near anyone who looked like they went to a gym.

"That's so sweet, guys, thanks. I'm Kayleigh." She said.

"... and I'm Sarah!" Sarah chipped in.

The guys all threw their own names back at her, and she mentally juggled them, trying to file them in her brain considering the men had different body types, but almost the exact same vibe.

"I'm Mike!"

"I'm Troy."

"I'm Deshawn... You folks here with family?" The guy in the water called out. "I thought I saw y'all with an older couple earlier."

Someone chuckled. Sarah could have sworn she heard a "MILF" under someone's breath and then an equally quiet "come on, man."

Kayleigh rolled right over it. "Yeah! We're here with my parents. Nice little trip before school starts in the fall, but I think they want to sneak off and fuck so we kinda need to make our own fun."

The other guy sitting on the edge of the pool laughed out loud, his bearded face splitting into a grin. "I mean hey, could be way worse. At least they're chill. No chance in hell I'd come on a trip like this with my mom."

The huge guy barked a laugh. "I'd go on a trip like this with your mom, Troy."

Troy shoved him into the water, things escalating quickly into what Sarah was pretty sure was the textbook definition of "horseplay", as noted and specifically outlawed by one of the many noticeboards around the pool. Nobody seemed to care.

Sarah nervously took another big gulp of her drink. All she'd said so far was her name. She was down to the part of the drink that just hung out in the hollow stem of the plastic glass.

"I was gonna go grab another round, do you want one?" It was the tall black guy from the pool. "Or you could come with, at this point I don't know if I have enough hands."

Sarah shot a panicked look at Kayleigh behind her sunglasses, but the girl just grinned and mouthed "what did I tell you? Go!" She turned back to the man and flashed a thumbs up, mentally cursing herself the whole time. Then, realizing she'd been asked an either-or question, found her tongue.

"Right! Yeah, I can give you a hand. Your friends seem... busy besmirching and/or defending the honour of their respective moms."

He grinned. "Yeah, that'll die down in a few but it'll take a minute. They just gotta tire themselves out." Whatever she might have expected from a football player, he didn't seem put off by unnecessarily long words.

As they walked back towards a bar-opting for a closer land-locked one rather than wading back to the swim-up one-she racked her brain for something to say. She'd honestly have been fine just looking, he moved with a confidence and agility that was really... fascinating to watch. Muscles that knew how to move his body in exactly the way he pleased. But if comfortable silences could exist in the company of anyone else, Sarah had never personally experienced one. "It's Shawn, right?"

"Deshawn. Sarah?"

"DeSarah, actually." The voice in her head just fully said it. Her cheeks burned, but he laughed, and the sharp shock of having done something social successfully hit her in a way that was depressingly novel.

"Goootcha. Gotcha. Where are y'all from?" He did seem genuinely interested. Or at the very least, he was not visibly upset to be stuck talking to her which was, also, all too new.

"Canada. Definitely not really used to this much sun. You seem to be handling it well though!"

"Yeah! Hahaha, I'm from near Phoenix, this is honestly a pretty mild day by Arizona standards, nothing that some drinks can't fix."

They had to walk single file for a moment to get past a group of seniors sprawled out around the hot tub, and as Sarah crossed back to a spot next to him from where she'd slipped out ahead, she noticed his eyes snapping away from her ass.

There we go. See? Why are you so worried about saying the right thing? You could be speaking Russian for all he cares, he just wants as much time alone with that ass as possible.

She bit her lip. Depending how you looked at it, he was kinda staring at her like she was a piece of meat. Or captivated by her beauty. It felt... bad? Good? She couldn't fucking tell anymore. But whatever the hell it was, it was so, so much better than how boys had ever treated her before.

Stop getting in your own way. Stop getting in MY way.

"So you're on the bachelor trip?" She asked, making the question a little surprised and confused. "Some of the guys definitely seem... less than fully housetrained, but you seem to be able to handle yourself just fine."

He rolled his eyes sheepishly. "They're fine. Well, they're mostly fine." He considered his friends further. "... I'll make sure they behave themselves, at least." He got in line, leaning against a rope fence and letting out a breath, squinting despite his sunglasses. "Honestly, I just got out of something? We broke up like... last week. These guys hadn't even booked their tickets yet, so I decided to just come along, have some fun, forget about it."

"Ah, god, sorry!" she hissed. "Aaaand I brought it up. My bad."

He chuckled, catching the eye of the bartender and moving to duck into an open spot. "It's fine. You're doing plenty to help me forget her."

Sarah felt herself practically strutting back to the group, a little extra swing in her hips with every step. She could feel herself jiggle, knew Deshawn was watching, and she didn't care. She felt alive. She felt on fire. She felt... on display. She was so glad Kayleigh had convinced her to be... thorough with the hair removal. Her ass was apparently getting a thorough examination today.

When she got back to the group with a tray of drinks, Kayleigh was playing cards at one of the tables, sandwiched shoulder to shoulder between the huge guy who had checked Sarah out earlier and the one called Troy, a more lean bearded blonde guy with some douchey sidewinder shades and a backwards baseball cap. A cheer went up as the drinks arrived, and Sarah followed Deshawn's lead, handing drinks around the table until everyone had one.

"To our new company!" said Troy, grinning widely, and Kayleigh echoed "Yeah! To hot babes!" and the plastic glasses clunked in the middle of the table. Sarah took a small sip, not trying to get any drunker-she already felt a little woozy. They took the seats at the other side of the table, and Sarah's stomach flipped as she felt Deshawn sit down directly next to her, thigh to thigh, despite there being more than enough room for him to sit further off.

"The margaritas here are like, surprisingly good." He said, licking his lips.

Mike shrugged. "I dunno, I like them sweeter than this-"

"--Sweet? Come on man, no, it's like, the sour and the salt that make it, dude."

Troy and Mike started squabbling again. Kayleigh poked her under the table with a sandalled toe, grinning and ever so slightly indicating Deshawn with her head. Sarah smiled, then made a slightly quizzical face, indicating first Mike and then Troy. The petite girl just smiled wider, then cut in with a shrill, "Tequila! Guys! The Tequila is the star of the drink!"

Well... if the guys were going to fight over her, hopefully it wouldn't evolve past more horseplay.

And at least I've got my own guy for when she's fucking whoever she picks.

Rolling his eyes, Deshawn leaned over towards her. "So, your friend said y'all are going to school in the fall? Which school?"

She laughed sheepishly. "Probably going to be UBC? Me and her are going to be in different programs but there aren't quite as many like, big, proper universities in Canada, so even if we're in different programs it ended up making sense for both of us. Kinda lucky, honestly. She's my..."

You are not going to tell this hot guy your sob story about being a lonely little Rapunzel calling to Leigh from your tower, you fucking moron. You are dressed like a hot slut. He is into the hot slut he hasn't figured out yet isn't you. He is into a hot thick white girl in a neon cheetah print bikini. While you are on this trip, you are a fun person who loves to party, just like your hot slut bestie.

"... best friend, and we have so much fun together that I really want to experience college with her, you know?"

He nodded "Yeah. If you have the right crowd, it can be the best time of your life. Great to have folks like that." He looked over at his friends, now bickering about whether a Bulldog was a work of genius for mixing both a beer and a margarita, or if it was a way for bars to cover for bad margaritas by pouring an even worse beer into it. "You know. And then there are other people who are also there, who are fine."

She looked down and saw him texting, seeing just a sliver of his phone screen past his arm.

[hecked man, they're going

[BC in the fall. Don't seem to

[ype to be a year ahead

[ghteen. We're good.

And then a small message popping up as Troy's hand dipped below the table.

[ice because I've

[me sluts like this

[ing bikini

She felt a little cold chill.

What? You'd rather they didn't check? They're clearly like, mid-twenties. You knew that.

But it was tough to shake the thought. These guys were definitely not going to leave things platonic. And so far, the act was working. They were hooked. They thought she was just as much of a slut as Kayleigh was. Now she just had to figure out whether that was a good or bad thing.

---------------

They were not, if she was going to be entirely honest with herself, the sort of boys that she would ever have hung out with under other circumstances. They weren't terrible, but there was just a low-grade immaturity that seemed to suffuse most of what they did. They also didn't put quite as much work as Sarah would have preferred into veiling that they were horny at pretty much all times.

Even Deshawn. He was definitely the least bro-ey of the three, but he was still One of the Guys in a very inescapable way. When she pictured sex-which she did fairly regularly, much moreso after she had finally decided that the church was bogus and she wasn't going to feel ashamed about it anymore (A decision that the more instinctive and ingrained parts of her subconscious had so far refused to get on board with) it was typically with some lanky alternative guy, edgy but patient, soft spoken and thoughtful. As a person, he wasn't fully her... type.

But all of that paled in comparison to the hot thrill of feeling wanted. He was hardly asking for her hand in marriage, he had just got out of something, and their school was on the other side of the continent from where they were going in the fall. He liked her company, and the mirrored shades he was wearing did a good job of hiding where exactly his eyes were, but she could tell how often it had been her ass and tits. He was a hot muscular jock and he... wanted her. She could just enjoy that.

Kayleigh had still totally failed to pick between the two guys. She didn't seem to be playing them off each other, she just joined in at the level they were at, the three of them in one long argument that lasted all day but didn't seem to result in any of them being more than performatively upset.

She found herself a few hours later leaning against Deshawn in the water as they watched Kayleigh and her pair of hangers-on trying to land a football in an inner tube floating nearby. Deshawn raised his hand, catching the ball for a turn of his own, and lobbed it, groaning as it bounced off the side. His arm lowered again, and Sarah felt it land on her shoulders.

Kayleigh's watch went off. She looked at it, waving her hand at Sarah as she talked to Mike.

"Nonono, labret is middle of the lip. You're thinking snakebites. Anyway, duty calls, gotta put in some time with my parents."

Sarah felt Deshawn squeeze her shoulder a little bit. "Y'all free to chill after that?"

Kayleigh nodded, grinning. "Oh hell yeah. I'm not gonna get wine drunk with my mom and play Scrabble. Where are you guys staying?"

"Room 301" Said Mike. "See y'all in a couple hours?" He leant in and gave Kayleigh a big hug, crushing the small girl's frame against his."

Deshawn pulled her in with an arm, grinning and arching an eyebrow down at her. She bit her lip. He was a LOT taller than her, and at this angle he was basically blotting out the sun, "Very nice to meet you too, Sarah. Looking forward to chatting more later." His hands rested on her waist for a moment.

"Uh, yep!" Sarah said, blushing bright red. "Same!"

She turned and walked up the steps out of the pool. As her ass left the water, she could have sworn she heard a very small groan behind her.

Kayleigh grinned, smiling at her as they walked back towards the restaurants. "You might want to reapply on your face, I think you a got a little sun."

Sarah stared at her, touching her cheek and checking that the guys were out of earshot. "Iiiiii feel like you should check again when I calm down a little, holy crap."

They briefly passed through a low, empty archway, and Leigh slapped her ass. "Good job girl. God damn. Very good work!"

Sarah grinned sheepishly. "Thank you. Like... I've kinda been like... pulling a 'What would Kayleigh do' thing..."

The blonde touched her chest. "Aweeee, that is so sweet, thank youuuu!" She threw an arm around Sarah's waist as they walked. "You and me, girl. We got this. We are killing it, frankly. You hooked Deshawn SO fast, I thought I was going to have to like, drag you by the arm."

"I mean... I feel like the swimsuit's doing most of the work... uh, I think I heard him like... moan out loud when I got out of the pool."

"I mean, from that angle? Cannot at all blame him, holy shit. He's probably feeling like the luckiest guy in the resort."

Sarah snorted, trying to keep from letting her self-consciousness from dismissing every compliment it came across. "Thanks, I... I still catch a reflection of myself in a window or something sometimes and have a bit of a panic attack, but having you there has made all of this so much easier."

The girl smiled warmly. "Guh, that is so nice. I'm glad you came."

Sara walked through the warm air of the resort, a tipsy swing in her step, looking around at the lazy, happy people baking in the sun. "What about you? Which one of your guys is going to be the other luckiest guy in the resort?"

Kayleigh bit her lip. "Guhhh, I don't know which one I like better? Like, Mike is built like a truck. I kinda want to fuck him just for the novelty, never been with someone that muscular before. But I'm also like, is it compensating? And then Troy is a fuckin douche, but like, the cockiness doesn't seem unearned, you know? Like, I get the vibe it's less "I'm single because I can't get a girlfriend" and more "I wanna be a hot bachelor" vibes. Plus he is kinda, you know. Douchey-hot. Got some BDE."

It truly was an education seeing how Kayleigh's mind worked. Sarah shrugged. "I just feel like the longer you leave it, the bigger the fight's gonna be when one of the guys realizes he's the only one who's not going to be getting laid tonight."

Kayleigh bit her lip. Sarah had never seen her drunk, it was apparently just her turned all the way up. "Soooo... that would mean you already know Deshawn is gonna beee...."

Sarah burst out laughing, undoing the work she had been doing trying to stop blushing. "I... maybe? You know. I'm playing it by ear."

"Okay, gotcha. Well... I mean, just a heads up, I doubt that they've got a double room. So if we do end up going that direction tonight... or other nights... uh, just a heads up that you might not get the most... privacy."

Sarah blinked. "Huh!" She blinked again. "Hadn't... hadn't thought about that!"

She had. She just had left it as a question for future Sarah.

Kayleigh grinned nervously. "I mean, you did say that this is easier with me here?"

She honestly didn't know how she felt. Part of her obviously wanted to hide her sexuality, have as few people witness to her being... bad as possible. But at the same time...

She adjusted her top. "So like... uh, I kinda didn't say that I was like... homeschooled and everything. I just sort of... acted like you and I went to school together and that we're sort of on the same like... level.

Kayleigh nodded approvingly. "Good choice. Just live a little, see how it feels. You don't need to come in already apologizing, you can just... try to have a good time. And when you're starting out, the best way to have a good time is to imagine the sort of person who has a good time, and pretend to be them."

Sarah blushed. "Well... and with that in mind... uh, having like... backup... is... not... terrible?"

Her friend hugged her. "I got your back. Just be enthusiastic, and if they start talking about anal, laugh it off like it's fundamentally absurd, because it is, and follow my lead. They'll do the rest."

"Why the fuck would we have anal???"

"We won't! But they are guys. They will joke about it, and that joke only stays a joke if you really make clear how hilarious it is."

She shook her head. Kayleigh knew what she was doing. She'd follow her lead. They entered a restaurant with a large buffet line and tables scattered around the room. There weren't really doors or windows, just arches and awnings, more a huge covered patio than a "building", with terracotta tiles and wicker furniture.

"... So... uh, yeah. If we're in the same room, that's uh, fine."

Kayleigh looked upward, clearly thinking. "Uh, the other thing guys tend to joke about, in a much, much less jokey way, is, uh, girls making out?"

Sarah shrugged. "So we make sure it's extra hilarious?"

"Oh, no, like, it's super hot. And, not to put pressure on you, if we are playing like, slutty power duo, this probably wouldn't even be the first time."

Sarah blinked. "You're bisexual??"

Kayleigh was looking around for her parents. "No! I mean, maybe, I dunno. Probably not. I just like making out with my friends. All my friends do it. It's just a cheap and easy way to get guys to cheer for you, and girls are nice and soft and fun to kiss. Nothing gay about it." She shrugged. "Some mild touching, boob groping, stuff like that. Nothing crazy."

"... you... grope other girls' boobs all the time and you're... straight?"

Jessica's hand shot up at a table, and Kayleigh waved back before heading to the buffet line.

"Yep! Pretty much covers it. Honestly, it's not a big deal. And it offers an easy way to like... check in with each other. Plus foreplay isn't always top billing with these dudes so it helps to have someone who like, actually really likes you helping you get worked up."

A mom with two kids in tow walked up behind them so Sarah's continued interrogation of how exactly the hell Kayleigh's conception of sexuality worked died before it could reach her lips. Well. It's not like things were going to go that far probably anyway. They'd met them maybe two hours ago.

The buffet had an impressive variety of options, and Sarah grabbed herself an assortment of stuff. She noticed the woman behind her give her a glance of disapproval, and for a brief second she wondered what the hell the woman's problem was before she realized that she was still wearing a neon pink cheetah print thong bikini.

She blushed. God dammit. The guys weren't the only ones just assuming she was a big slut. And not everyone thought it was cool. She was hardly the only person here wearing a bikini still, most of the people were still in swimsuits, so it's not like she'd wandered in underdressed. Or at least, not any more underdressed in the restaurant than she was in the rest of the resort.

She's just found a way that she can recontextualize being a jealous prude into righteous indignation that you're breaking the rules. You aren't. She's just using the fact she has kids to act like your body is a crime now. Calm down. You've dealt with modesty assholes before.

She grabbed her plate and followed Leigh to the table, making a quick stop at the bar to grab another margarita.

"Hey girls!" Jessica said with a grin. "Been having fun?"

Kayleigh hugged her mom with one arm and then took a seat. "Oh hell yeah. Found some hot football players who are on vacation and we've been hanging out with them, probably going to chill with them after dinner too."

Sarah was low-key astonished. She was so used to having to... subtly avoid sharing details that her parents would dislike. Seeing someone just straight up tell the truth to her parents about what she was doing with boys... wild.

"Oooh, fun! Knock em dead girls." Jessica responded with a grin, surprising her even further. Her dad seemed totally unconcerned, working on absolutely demolishing a pile of crab legs.

The woman turned to her, finishing a margarita. "How are you finding the resort, honey?"Sarah had seen her tipsy on occasion before, but not usually for longer than a few minutes as she followed her daughter to the basement or her room. She was clearly in "Fun Mom" mode.

"It's super nice!" Sarah said, "I've never really travelled much, so getting to see the like, different trees and how blue the water is is so cool."

Jessica grinned, standing up to cross to the drinks kiosk. "Mmm, I did see you checking out the... trees earlier. So glad you're having fun, honey. And you are working that swimsuit."

Sarah stuffed a prawn into her mouth, her face going red.

I mean, she's right, you are. Finally, a parent who isn't a complete moralistic whackjob.

It just didn't make sense. It didn't fit into her brain. She kept expecting to get punished. But even the woman who'd glared at her at the buffet was now off at another table, far away. The other flip flop kept failing to drop.

Jessica walked away, and Sarah almost choked, looking down into her plate to not be staring at the woman's ample ass jiggling over to the drinks table.

"Schgud, rite?" Kayleigh said, nodding to the food, gulping. "Like, if it had been kinda shit, but the drinks were included, I wouldn't have complained, but it's legitimately delicious. Wait till you taste the breakfast stuff."

"God, tell me about it. Mimosas and Eggs Benedict... so good." Kurt grinned, and as Sarah looked over at him, she saw that his eyes were locked exactly where she was doing her best not to look. She wasn't sure whether the bikinis were Jessica's idea or Kurt's. He seemed as happy to see them as she was to wear them. A happy, horny couple, apparently. She wondered whether Jessica's implants were his idea. It was hard to imagine a conversation like that. His wife honestly didn't seem like she would need much convincing... assuming of course, that she hadn't made the decision entirely on her own.

In her peripheral vision, she noticed his eyes drift away from his wife and onto her breasts. She felt her stomach twist. Kurt was not a creepy guy, typically. She'd never felt unsafe around him or afraid to be alone in a room with him. He was just quiet and cheerful and quietly got stuff done in the background.

The way she had been raised, his eyes were basically engaged in an affair at the moment. An affair with her tits. And by dressing in this way, she was just as responsible for the infidelity as he was.

Which is fucking idiotic. Let him look. You don't need to say anything unless he starts touching things. Half the men in the building are staring at his wife right now and he doesn't seem to mind, I doubt Jessica will either.

The meal passed largely without incident. Everyone seemed a little drowsy and happy and relaxed, just melting into the sensory pleasure of food and shade and a place to sit.

As the girls walked out back into the resort towards the rooms, Sarah could feel her heart hammering harder. She was going to go hang out somewhere private with a bunch of men. On purpose. So that they could hit on her. And possibly, so she could lose her virginity.

Kayleigh knocked, and Sarah half expected the men to answer the door naked or in towels or something. Instead, Deshawn opened the door in an open Cuban shirt and nicer khaki shorts. The other guys were in the bathroom, if the sound of them bickering was any indication.

"Hey!" He grinned, pulling Kayleigh into a quick hug before pulling Sarah under his arm, pulling her against his body. "Dunno if you two were hoping to chill out at this point, but apparently there's a party over on the beach, we ran across some other college folks while you were at dinner and they invited us. You down?"

"Hell yeah!" Leigh said, grinning. "They doing a bonfire?"

"Yeah, and we raided the bar and loaded up with beer and stuff, we're bringing a cooler."

"Does it get cold on the beach?" Sarah asked, a little nervous. "Uh, my luggage got lost on the way in, I've just got the... uh... the swimsuit I was wearing and like, my comfy plane clothes."

Deshawn and Kayleigh shook their heads. "not really? Especially with a fire." She said.

"Besides, I'll keep you warm," he said under his breath to her, squeezing her and making her stomach do a somersault. "I've got a jacket too. Hate to cover you up but we can make sure you're comfortable."

She let herself rest a hand around his waist. The feeling of being..."his" girl, even in a very transitory, fleeting way, was... extremely nice. Even if she wasn't still a little bit tipsy, she felt a warm happy glow filling her up from inside. Plus... hanging out around a campfire was significantly less scary than hanging out in a hotel room with three men she'd met earlier that day.

The guys came out of the bathroom, and Kayleigh gave each of them a high five in turn. "Beach times? Beach times."

As they walked out to the beach, the sun was just starting to set, turning from turquoise blue to a peachy pink. The sand was pure white, scattered with shells, with birds dancing at the edge of the surf looking for food. It was beautiful.

There were about ten other people in their late teens and early twenties milling around a fire down by the ocean. The vibe seemed to be less "wow, we sure are all great friends," and more "well, none of us is young or old enough to be wearing diapers, so let's hang out." There were a few other girls, and Sarah felt herself squirm a little, nervously, as they looked over at her. They were mostly wearing swim suits that were at least almost as revealing as hers, but they were also a lot closer to Kayleigh's build then hers. She wasn't thrilled to see that she was still the heaviest, and it wasn't super close. The girls seemed to mostly already be friends with each other, forming a tight little knot, chatting with each other, while the guys hovered around them laughing at their jokes and trying to coax a little bit of their attention. Sarah saw a more heavyset guy in his early twenties give her a hopeful look, and then flick his eyes away again as Deshawn's hand landed on her hip again.

As they cracked open the cooler and started drinking, she kept waiting for him to peel off and start talking to one of the other girls. He... didn't. If anything, he seemed to be keeping an eye on her to make sure the other guys didn't swoop in and try and make a move. Sitting by the fire and talking with one of the other guys but keeping one hand on the small of her back the whole time.

She made a face as she sipped on a beer. Bitter, sour, awful. But there wasn't much else. The tipsyness was continuing to turn the volume of that voice inside her head much higher than normal.

You're surprised he's not headed somewhere else? Those girls are hot, sure. But they're also skinny little waifs. You're a thick white girl with a fat ass and huge tits. And you're dressed like a huge slut. You're probably his type.

"Well... no accounting for taste" she whispered under her breath.

Hey. Every guy here is trying to land the hottest girl they can. There is literally a lineup to talk to some of these girls. I get that you have the self esteem of a sad pug, but he picked you.

Make him glad he did.

She took another big gulp of beer and, remembering what Kayleigh had told her earlier, slipped her ass down into his lap. "Mind if I have a seat?" She said, grinning at him and fighting a blush.

"Honestly? You can put that ass on me whenever you want, damn..." he said, and fireworks went off in her brain as she saw his breath catch in his throat. His arm slipped around her back and his other hand landed high on her thigh.

Kayleigh caught her eye and nodded, grinning widely. She was busy tossing a football around with Mike and Troy, laughing as the two of them bullrushed her, barking football terminology and chasing her around the sand like she was a quarterback fighting for time.

"She's gonna have to pick one of them eventually..." she laughed.

"I dunno... I know it looks like they fight a lot but they're good friends. They uh..." Deshawn took a drink of his beer, the firelight flickering on his face. "They work good together. Let's leave it at that."

She blinked. "Well, she did call it, then. Thought it might have just been wishful thinking on her part."

"Yeah? How about you? Jealous? Sad that you've just got one boy to sit on tonight?" He grinned. "You two seem like you've gotten up to some fun together."

She bit her lip, looking over at her friend. A lie felt better than the truth. "Well... I don't wanna brag or whatever." She chuckled. "Out of the two of us she's usually the one like... reaching for the stars. I like to focus up. Do one thing well."

She blinked. She could feel something starting to... poke at her. This was the first time today nobody was wearing sunglasses, and when she turned back to look at Deshawn she saw his eyes flick away from the cleavage she now had about eight inches from his face and suddenly take an interest in the fire. She shifted a little and felt his hard dick nestle between her asscheeks. She blushed furiously.

Good job.

His hand kept softly massaging her thigh. "So... uh... you wanna go for a... uh... walk?" He said, with a slightly strained grin.

Oh, shit, extremely good job apparently.

Her heart started hammering. She had girlbossed too close to the sun. She wanted to just say yes-

So do

-but she knew that he was probably expecting something way more than she was going to be able to provide without having a panic attack. She wasn't the expert here.

She stood up. "Uh, just a second, I'll make sure Leigh is chill if I disappear for a bit."

He nodded, adjusting his shorts as she stood up, eyes lingering on her body as she crossed by the fire. "No worries... I'll be waiting."

Kayleigh was throwing the football towards the two guys as Sarah trudged over to her through the sandy beach.

"He wants to go 'for a walk.'" She blurted out, tugging her friend a little away from the two guys as they started rolling around in the sand, fighting for the ball.

Kayleigh grinned wickedly. "Fuck yes. You ready for some fun?" She caught the look on Sarah's face. "Are you? There is fun to be had, do you want some?"

Sarah gave a nervous rictus of a smile. "I... maybe?"

"What do you mean maybe? He's super hot, you seem into him, he's clearly into you."

Sarah gestured wildly, trying to find the words. "I... it's... just... a lot, you know?"

Kayleigh shrugged. "Then don't do much. Like, it's a walk on the beach. He's probably not looking to like... get it in. Just hoping to make about and grope you a bit. Maybe some head."

Sarah's brain sparked like a fallen power line, staring at her friend. "I... may... have been acting like... I am cooler than I am? Like... I don't really know if I would be able to... do a good enough job...-"

Kayleigh gave her a pitying grin. "I remember those days... like, not really sure what I was doing..." She gave Sarah a reassuring hug. "Look. If things get hot and heavy and he wants more, you have one option that I didn't have."

"What's that?"

Kayleigh poked her chest. "Your tits. Just slip his dick between your tits, spit in there, mash them together with your hands, and he can just fuck your boobs. Almost zero skill involved, and depending on the guy it can be considered equal to, if not hotter than a blowjob."

Sarah gaped at her. "Tha... that's it?"

Kayleigh nodded. "Yeah. Easy. No technique, no throat stuff... you just gotta like, look up at him like you know how hot you are. Be hot at him. Keep spitting to keep things slippery. And he'll do the rest. You provide the sexiness and say "go for it" and he will hump you like a puppy."

Even you can do that, church girl

Sarah set her jaw. Nodding. "I... I'm gonna do it."

Kayleigh smiled, hugging her again and turning her back towards the fire. "Atta girl. Go get him, slugger!" She slapped Sarah's ass, and then ran after the guys, tackling Mark from behind and taking him to the dirt.

When Sarah got back to the fire, there was a slender redheaded woman chatting with Deshawn, sitting on the cooler right next to him and leaning in his direction. She was wearing a cute little crop top without a bra, and the strings of a thong were peeking out above her shorts.

Sarah slowed for a second, veering off back into the darkness. Well... that was nice while it lasted. She felt herself sag slightly as she watched her smile twinkling as she talked with him. He seemed...

Tense?

He was being polite, he was talking with her, but he wasn't leaning back towards her or anything. She saw him turn his head, sneaking a look back towards where Kayleigh and the guys were.

Before she even knew what she was doing, she was at his other shoulder, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek, making sure her breasts mashed against his shoulder. "Heyyyy, Kayleigh is fine... you ready to go?"

Deshawn looked up at her with a wide smile, and then looked back at the other girl for a second. "Sarah, this is Ellie... uh, Ellie, me and Sarah were just gonna go get some air, I can introduce y'all when we get back."

The girl looked up at Sarah and she saw disappointment and annoyance on her freckled cheeks. "Sure. See you soon." She said, the friendliness in her voice a little strained.

Sarah took his hand and pulled him away from the fire, down the beach and towards the quieter side of the island. He squeezed her hand as they walked.

"Thanks, she, uh, pounced the second you left."

Sarah grinned. "Oh, no worries, I would have done the same in her position, I brought the hottest guy to the party and then I was briefly distracted. A rookie mistake."

He pulled her hand towards him and wrapped his arm around her waist instead, fingers digging into her soft hip. "Mmm, I brought the girl I want, don't worry about that."

They were standing in the moonlight in a small grove of palm trees and sea grass, the waves pounding the white beaches a few feet away. She looked up at him, and then suddenly his lips were pressing against hers, wet and open, his hands pulling her against his body firmly.

She moaned out loud into his open mouth, hot, slippery pleasure smearing across her lips and tongue as she felt his soft, full lips on hers. Everything felt so loud, and wet, and good.

And then his hands reached down and she felt him grab as much of her ass as he possibly could. It seemed like a struggle, even though his hands were... very large.

Hot, panicked shame shot through her. She was getting groped. His tongue was in her mouth. She was being a whore. And then she heard him moan into her mouth,

"This fuckin ass, I swear... all fucking day." For a moment, it was like the voice had been in the driver's seat and Sarah had briefly gotten back in control, and her brain whined as it kicked into high gear, seeing everything different, suddenly being a scared, innocent girl who'd wandered off with a lecherous, older man, who-

He kissed her harder, pulling her into him, and she felt his hard bulge pressing against her stomach. As his hands adjusted to continue pawing at her ass, it pulled her cheeks apart, stretching the newly bare lips of her pussy and softly making them glide against her swimsuit and her thighs.

She felt herself melt. An overwhelmed moan escaping her lips as her hips bucked, something deeper than either her or the voice adding its own demands to the mix. Aching. Desperate. Pliable.

"That's it. Damn, you are such a hot little slut, Sarah..." he grinned, pulling away from her mouth for a minute and nuzzling his lips underneath her ear. She whined right up into the air, before blushing hard and biting her lip, cursing herself. But he just chuckled, and one hand left her ass to get a handful of her breast.

It was all happening so fast. She wished Kayleigh was there to coach her. She wished that she was still back in her bed alone. She wished she wasn't a weird little virgin, and was absolutely terrified that she might stop being one imminently.

His hand pawing at her through her bikini felt... well, amazing. "I know the stereotype is that id be an ass guy, but honestly, I fuckin love huge tits like this..." he groaned, and then he tucked a finger under one of the cups and pulled it firmly to the side like he was drawing a curtain, letting her breast slide out into the moonlight.

She didn't know what to say, he kept dirty talking, but her brain was completely non-functional. Not empty, more like a Wall Street stock floor, hundreds of voices all screaming fruitlessly at each other. While the building went up in flames. His head dropped to her chest and she whimpered as his hot mouth captured her whole large, pink areola in one gulp, sucking on it and pulling her breast up and away from her body, wet heat radiating out from her nipple across her body.

She could feel his cock against her thigh in this position, and he was almost humping her leg at this point. So much hunger. All aimed directly at her. He was so big. And strong. And she had to handle it. And make him think that she did this all the time. And she knew at that moment that given the panic attack she was teetering on the edge of, she was not under any circumstances ready to have her first time on this beach tonight.

She gulped. Mouth feeling dry. She didn't know what to say. The voice did.

"Yeah? You been thinking about fucking them?"

Jesus.

Deshawn stood back up, and she was reminded again how much taller than her he was. "Fuck... hell yeah baby." He groaned. His face was pure lust. Eyes burning with desire as he slipped the other cup off of her swimsuit. A guy she had met maybe eight hours ago was staring at her naked breasts. And he apparently loved what he saw.

She pressed them together a little with her arms, looking down at her naked... tits. Framed with neon pink cheetah print. A slight flushed halo around the pale triangle shape, it looked like she maybe hadn't reapplied sunscreen quite enough, leaving her with a very clear graphic description of just how close her areola had been to the edge of her bikini at all times. She reached up and squeezed them together a little harder, mashing her breasts into some high, deep cleavage before letting them fall again. Deshawn let out a growl, one that made the hair on the back of her neck stand up.

She felt his hand on her shoulder, and looked up, blushing, into the face of a man who looked about ready to eat her. And then she noticed the pressure on her shoulder increasing, and she gulped as her knees hit the soft white sand. Looking up at him towering over her, the sight of his hard stomach slightly obscured by the large tent in the front of his shorts.

Sarah felt so lost. She wanted to do an amazing job. The best job. Moreso than anything else she was just terrified of doing a bad job, of revealing that she was, actually, not sexy at all, that it had all been an act. That she was a weird little homeschooled girl who didn't deserve all this positive attention.

You gotta look up at him like you know how hot you are

Kayleigh wasn't here. But she could pretend she was. She could just... fake it.

Whether it was grit or beer or the voice or that deeper lust that seemed to boil deep inside of her, something made her lean in and kiss it. Press her face into the bulge as she looked up at him. Let out a soft moan of her own as she felt his... surprisingly ample dick press up against her cheek through the fabric. "Alllll day? You've been staring at me all day?"

He groaned, leaning his back up against a palm tree and reaching down to grab her ponytail, sparking shock and confused arousal as he pushed her harder against him. "Mnff... yeah... you surprised? Such a tease in that fuckin suit... Jesus..."

She shivered. The feeling of a hand on her ponytail, guiding her head, felt absolutely crazy. But she'd tried a few experiments with a banana back in her bedroom and given the gagging fit she'd had on something that felt not insignificantly smaller than this, she needed to guide things away from that. She had to stay in control. Which unfortunately meant making some more moves herself.

I got this. It's okay baby girl. This is what I was made for.

"Mmm, and you're still hiding this away from me... selfish..." she cooed, absolutely shocking herself. The voice seemed to firmly be in control now. She reached up and very, very slowly unbuckled his belt. Slowing things down. Defusing a little of that overeager masculine energy that was in danger of sliding things in a direction she wasn't ready for her. He seemed to almost hump the air, and she was shocked to find out that she... really liked the sight. She looked back up at him and that same hunger was there. A deep breath in as she unzipped him. And then she slid down his shorts and a fat black cock landed on her face.

It shocked her for a moment. It had clearly been under some tension in his shorts, and rather than present itself for her inspection it sprung up and hit her cheek, pressing forward, hard and veiny and eager. He groaned, and she did her next not to pull away. She could smell it now. A combination of sweat and some other, musky scent that in combination made her mouth water. He had a short spray of trimmed tight curly hair at the base, his balls hanging low and heavy in the warm night air. It was way, way more intimidating than a banana.

She raised both hands and took it in one of them. It felt... right. The texture both perfect and familiar and also totally alien. She had settled on moving slowly and giving him a smiling, smug look that gave the impression that she knew exactly what she was doing and was just teasing him. It gave her time to panic and figure out what the hell to do next. She leaned over and spat a large dollop of saliva into her hand. It felt like a gross thing to do, frankly, but he grunted out loud and bucked into the grip of her other hand. Gross wasn't necessarily bad. And she was gonna need a lot to get all of him and her cleavage slippery enough. And the quicker she got to that stage the less likely she was to make a wild misstep and blow her cover.

She slathered the spit over his dick in what she hoped was a familiar and practiced way, exploring his length, the ridge of the head. Her first time ever touching a dick. Marvelling at the way it seemed to twitch and flex with a mind of its own. She bit her lip. She did want to kiss the tip. It's not like she wasn't hungry for it... she just didn't want to oversell what she was actually ready for.

She reared up on her knees, nestling his dick up against her chest and wondering if he could feel her heart hammering. Looking down at it as her pale breasts started brushing up around it, enveloping it, was kind of surreal. Seeing another man's body up against her own. He seemed to like the view as well.

"Sweet jesus those tits, Sarah... fuck..."

"Mmm, i know... they look good on your dick, right?" She looked up at him as she reached up and slowly started using her hands to press her tits together around him. She adjusted, feeling his dick slide up between them, and he gasped, bucking up into the air again, this time, thrusting into the bottom of her breasts and making his cock brush her chin.

"Yesss... fuck... such a good little slut..."

She looked up at him. His eyes were fully, entirely locked on her breasts. Mouth hanging open, looking like an absolute zombie as he started thrusting, slowly working himself between her breasts, breathing heavy.

Well, Kayleigh was right, I guess. No need to do much more than just let him hump you. Now you just gotta be sexy at him.

She smiled up at him, tilting her head to one side and feeling her ponytail flick across her back. "There we go. Glad you came on a walk with me, Deshawn?" she cooed.

"Guhh, fuck yessss..." he grunted, starting to actively make her torso bounce off of him as he fucked her cleavage.

"Goooood... enjoy yourself in there."

Hmmm.... what would Kayleigh do if she was here...

She opened her mouth, still making eye contact, and let her tongue dangle out of her mouth, grinning as she let spit roll off of the tip down into the valley between her tits. It felt like a crazy thing to do, but she was rewarded with a quickening of his pace. Very clearly on the right track.

Something rubbery hit her tongue and she realized with a start that it was the head of his cock. Shiny, a purpley brown, and seeming to swell up as it burst out from between her tits over and over. She leant forward a little bit, sacrificing the view to let her glistening tongue brush against the ridge of his thrusting cockhead. She could taste a mild salty flavour, but it might have just been sweat.

"Ohfuck... FUCK..." He moaned, reaching down and grabbing her tits with his own hands, thrusting desperately and intensely for a few seconds, shaking her body wildly. She bit her lip, eyes wide, stifling a grin. He was a football player, he was in his mid-twenties, he was probably at least 6'2 and 200 pounds. And he was gasping and humping her boobs. It would have been hilarious if it wasn't so blisteringly hot. Seeing him fall apart like this. She lapped at his dick a little harder.

The cum shot directly up into her tonsils, filling her mouth with a foul, animal taste that made her nose crinkle as her body opened her mouth wider to try and let it roll back off her tongue. Her head pulled back, his cock continuing to torrent cum all over her chin, neck, and chest. He groaned loudly, his body stiff and jerky as his powerful frame seemed to move her whole body to tease the last few spurts out of his dick.

Still buried down in his crotch, she surreptitiously spat out the wad of cum down into the rest of his mess covering his chest.

She'd done it. It was a wild ride, she reeked of jizz, she couldn't get the taste out of her mouth, but Sarah had officially made a man cum.