Swimming Suitless

The sun was burning bright and beautiful, the water was cooled to a comfortable chill and crystal clear, you could easily count each tile scattered across the pool's floor plain as day. Put simply, the day was a postcard painter's dream, and there was nowhere better to live out that dream than Little Oasis.

Little Oasis was a large public swimming pool found in the small town of Average that, on a boiling summer day like today, successfully enticed hundreds of friends, families and all manner of guests desperate to cool off in its unbeatable idyllic waters from all across the county.

And it was at Little Oasis, with its beautiful blue water, blindingly shining sun and massive crowd, on an otherwise tame Thursday morning, where two young women named Andi Mars and Mal Dunn chose to spend their day sunbathing, swimming, and generally having the time of their lives. And while it was true that they both planned to sunbathe, swim and generally have the time of their lives, Ms Mars had a secret alternative motive for attending Little Oasis on this soon-to-be anything but tame Thursday morning.

That motive being the herculean challenge of explaining to her best friend that she loved her. Ever since they first met, just over three years ago, Andi had been enamoured with Mal even if she hadn't always been consciously aware of that disruptive detail. Her family had moved to Average right as Andi was set to begin her senior year. The prospect of moving to a new town in the twilight years of her high school career had haunted Andi for months ever since her parents sprung the decision on her.

The poor girl had convinced herself that her last year of high school would be nothing short of a miserable test of endurance. At best she'd be ignored, and at worst she'd attract bullies like metal to a magnet. That fear plagued her right up until she met and subsequently became close friends with one Mal Dun.

Andi had never been the most confident of people whereas Mal was, at least to Andi, the most self-assured woman she had ever met, but in spite of their obvious polar opposite levels of confidence, Mal treated her as if they had known one another their whole lives.

Their newfound friendship was cemented by Mal's casual admission that she was transgender, information that Mal didn't see as of much interest, but Andi viewed as a sign of deep trust between her and someone who was basically a stranger. By day's end, they were inseparable.

Their relationship could best be described as that of an odd couple. Mal was cool, calm and confident, and Andi typically found herself at the centre of attention through no effort at all on her end. And while Mal was the life of the party, it was an unfortunate truth that Andi likely wouldn't have been invited to that party if she wasn't included as Mal's plus one. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence for people to be startled by Andi, accusing her of sneaking up on them when she had already been standing next to them for several minutes to that point.

Mal was a prize that countless classmates had lusted after, Andi included. Gentle features, soft tanned skin, a short endearing stature, shoulder-length fluffy brown hair, a healthy curvy body with a firm eye-watering butt that few could resist salivating over, and a shockingly girth cock hidden between her legs were just a few of the features that made up this miracle named Mal.

Andi, however, was the total opposite to her friend, both in personality and appearance. In her absolutely unbiased opinion, Andi was skeleton thin, in possession of an all-but-absent arse, held a messy, uncooperative short-cropped corn-blonde hair loosely hanging from her scalp, a staggering beanstalk of a giant who had far too many freckles and assorted unsightly birthmarks scattered all across her beanstalk body, all topped off with a shy, timid expression that was permanently plastered on her face. When compared to Mal's lush physique, Andi was closer to a malformed mannequin.

Mal was on the shorter side and as a result the much taller Andi was forced to crane her neck downward in order to properly admire her friend's enrapturing, if comparatively diminutive, beauty.

For a number of years now, Andi had attempted, in vain, to repress the love she felt for her friend. Not wishing to ruin their friendship, she shrugged her feelings off as naïve hormones mistaking admiration for attraction. That was Until one particular night where in she suffered from a particularly vivid wet dream in which she envisioned a negligée adorned Mal sneaking into her room with an indecent look. When Andi attempted to interrogate the imaginary Mal on what she was doing in her bedroom, and likewise what she was wearing, she silenced her with the most passionate kiss a virgin could fathom.

Their kiss lasted an eternity, tasted of pure passion, and at its climax, Andi was forced to accept the truth she could no longer deny. She was utterly, debilitatingly infatuated with her best friend. It wasn't as if Andi needed any more evidence to convince her of this reality, and yet the wonderful dream continued to her immense elation. Gently, Mal peeled Andi's pyjama bottoms off of her lanky form, a lake already forming under her crotch, and aligned her hardened member against Andi's slit. They were a single thrust away from becoming one when her alarm clock rudely awoke her before she could reach a climax, meaning the end of her erotic nocturnal experience.

Even as upset as she was at the premature end of her fantasy, Andi was forced to finally face the music. She didn't just admire Mal. Andi was altogether in love with her. And that was very difficult for her to reconcile, but she couldn't deny it a moment more.

The day following that particular steamy fantasy was a gruelling effort for Andi, as she was forced to pretend that she hadn't envisioned fucking her best friend while she was sat next to her in class. Either Andi was a better actress than she thought, or Mal was more oblivious than she thought either way, the other girl was, to Andi's knowledge at least, unaware of her friend's infatuation with her, and their friendship continued on as usual to Andi's mixed relief and dismay.

There was nothing she wanted more in the world than to evolve her friendship with Mal from the innocent friendship they were seemingly eternally trapped in into an actual romantic relationship. The main obstacle preventing Andi from confessing her love to Mal was her own abysmal, if not outright non-existent, confidence. Whenever she considered broaching the topic, Andi's voice died in her throat, unable to squeeze out a single syllable, always finding another excuse to hold off for another day or so for the perfect moment that she feared would never come.

Not a night went by where Andi didn't experience a new spectacular delusion wherein she and Mal frequently embraced in passionate, vigorous exercises of love. Though occasionally Andi would go whole evenings without conjuring a new outlandish scenario in which she and Mal explored each other's bodies and instead simply accompanied each other on casual dates as any loving couple might engage in. Andi often looked forward to these dry dreams far more than the ones in which Mal devoured her cunt ruthlessly. These myriad dreams, lustful and virtuous, allowed Andi to entertain the childish fantasy that Mal might one day develop a similar desire towards her.

Even amidst these self-indulgent, idyllic and frequently erotic musings, Andi still believed that her romantic aspirations would only ever manifest on her end and therefore be eternally one-sided. This wasn't the first time Andi had found herself hopelessly infatuated with a friend. Before her family abandoned one side of the country for another, she had struggled with admitting her attraction to a former classmate that she had fancied.

"It's not the right time," and "She probably doesn't even like girls." were common phrases she echoed, discouraging herself from approaching her in the first place. Ultimately, Andi lost her chance when another classmate plucked up the courage, and asked out her crush before she could.

A heartbreaking story that Andi worried might repeat only with Mal acting as her co-star. Another issue preventing Andi from broaching a relationship with Mal was that, for as long as she knew her, Mal had never shown even a hint of interest, romantic or otherwise, in anyone, guy or gal.

For the countless bachelors and bachelorettes that fawned at her feet, Mal never gave them much more than a polite, and occasionally curt if she had been inundated with declarations of love that day, hello. To be honest, Andi was halfway convinced that Mal was asexual, which would have been fine so long as she had Mal's heart she could live without touching certain other select organs of hers.

Andi's certainty that Mal was completely uninterested in sex was ultimately dispelled just a week prior. They had been relaxing on a pair of lawn chairs as they had done countless times before when Andi caught a trio of women walking on the other side of the pool who were each wearing a shockingly small swimsuit.

Each bikini was somehow tinier than the one that succeeded it. While they were technically, and more importantly legally, clothed they left nothing to Little Oasis's collective imagination. Their under, over, and both sides of their boobs were out for everyone's exhibiting pleasure. Their pussies wrestled with the tight thongs tied to their hips, threatening to slip out with every step. Very briefly, Andi had mistaken them as genuine nudists, and when that misconception had been rectified, she was left no less aghast that anyone, no matter how daring and or delectable their figures may be, would ever step out of the house parading such insufficient swimsuits.

Tearing herself away from the women, Andi spun back to Mal to see if she was as surprised at their eye-catching clothing. And while Mal was surprised, she was also deeply entranced by the spectacle. It was shocking for Andi to find a hitherto perverted side to her friend, shocking but not by any means unwelcome. And while Mal bit her lip almost to the point of drawing blood, Andi gazed down at her own, relative to the other women's scandalous swimwear, lacklustre attire with moderate disappointment. It was a modest purple one-piece that covered up more skin than what she typically slept in.

Turning back to her friend, Andi saw that Mal's bulge was waging a war against her shorts, an embarrassment she attempted to obscure by throwing her leg over her lap.

Teasing, or at least attempting to, her companion Andi slyly suggested, "Like what you see?"

Without missing a beat or showing a single hint of shame, Mal replied, "Well, I'm not blind, am I?" At this blatant admission of her crush's casual perversion, Andi turned away, suddenly self concisions. While Andi didn't stare at them as brazenly as Mal, she didn't exactly shy away from peeping at their barely hidden assets.

Andi was baffled by their bravery and so asked aloud, but mostly to herself, "How could they wear something like that in public?" Some unintended judgement had seeped into her comment.

Without taking her eyes off the women, Mal answered "I'm certainly not complaining."

Her friends' aroused interest in the women and more specifically the microkini's they wore birthed Andi's foolproof, or at least she hoped it was foolproof, plan to win her friends affection. All she had to do was wear the smallest and therefore sexiest bikini she could possibly find and show it off in front of Mal as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

Andi believed, or rather hoped, that if she was confident enough to waltz around Little Oasis in next to nothing, then she would be bold enough to tell Mal how she truly felt, plus it's not like she'd be able to turn her down with her tit's in her face.

And so, in a panicked rush fuelled by a cocktail of anxiety, excitement and a healthy dash of delusion, Andi scavenged the internet for the perfect microkini. It was a hurried, stressful search that culminated following a grand total of eight minutes spent tirelessly scrolling. Found on a nominally shady website was a comically small pitch-black bikini consisting of the tiniest thong and matching bra that she had ever seen in her entire life.

Three tiny coal coloured triangles held together by an all-but-invisible string were all that would keep Andi safe from the indignity of nudity. That eponymous swimsuit, the figurative key to her true love's heart or at least libido, was currently resting at the bottom of her handbag, and the sight of it had paralysed Andi as she was in the process of stripping her clothes off within the women's changing room. The last article of clothing Andi had yet to remove was a plain Jane white bra that acted as the last yet vital barrier between being in an inappropriate state of undress and being buck naked, and allowed her to stave off having to slip on the far too skimpy bikini for a few more precious seconds.

The rest of the outfit she had cast off, a blue jean dress and a matching similarly coloured pair of plain Jane white panties, were folded into an untidy clump next to her bag. Merely looking at it, Andi was certain that she would be far more appropriately dressed wearing only her underwear than this joke of a swimsuit.

The love-sick Andi had reached an impasse. Waltzing out of the changing room wearing what amounted to a string of dental floss and a few scattered napkins had seemed like a completely rational, if not outright brilliant, idea when she bought it, but the reality of actually going through with it had just now made itself painfully apparent to her. Somehow she had overlooked the fact that she wouldn't only be showing off her swimsuit for Mal's singular pleasure she would also indirectly, yet inevitably, be doing so for everyone else who happened to be present at the pool that day.

Andi only hoped that no one she knew was at Oasis that day she could already imagine the aghast looks on her family and friends' faces if they caught her. The anxiety over her Mother, father, or little brother witnessing her in such a small swimsuit had become so exaggerated that Andi didn't have the guts to try it on at home, she was worried that of one of her family members might walk in on her dressed so provocatively and if she wasn't bold enough to wear it in the comfort, not to mention privacy, of her own room then how on earth did she could do so in public where any number of strangers could stop and rubberneck her humiliation free of charge?

'Honestly', Andi thought to herself, 'It would be less embarrassing just to swim in the buff. At least then I wouldn't have to deal with the wedgie.' Regretfully, that wedgie was all but unavoidable considering she hadn't brought along another swimsuit. Knowing herself far too well, Andi had predicted that at the very last second she'd chicken out of yet another opportunity to profess her love, and, hoping to sidestep this almost assured panic, Andi hadn't packed another option. So she would either be forced to swim naked or only look like she was. Though she wasn't certain if that was really all that much of an improvement.

People wouldn't exactly have to overexert their imaginations to envision what Andi looked like in the buff. Though really, at the end of the day, Andi only cared if one person fantasised about her naked form, and that was the woman to her right.

It had always been a struggle for Andi not to look while Mal stripped off. In a frequent moment of weakness, Andi snuck a peek at the nude Mal, only to be disappointed when she found that she was still wearing her underwear, a black-and-white polka-dotted bra and a set of panties depicting a cat meowing over the crotch, a prominent bulge strained against the kitten's cute face.

"Whoa. I didn't know you shaved your bush?" Mal quizzed, startling Andi out of the analysation of her friends underwear. It took her a beat to understand what Mal was referencing, but then she noticed that Mal was staring at her bald pussy.

Her bikini being as itty-bitty as it was meant that a lot more of Andi would be on display than she was usually comfortable with, for example, her crotch, which she often allowed to grow rather unruly, motivated by pure laziness. To avoid the added embarrassment of being dishevelled, nudist Andi had opted to give herself an impromptu Brazilian shave the night before.

Realising that her freshly trimmed trim had been spotted, Andi's hands raced to her groin in a panicked rush to preserve her innocence. The irony that she was being sheepish at the thought of Mal's interest being piqued by her body, as if that wasn't the exact reaction she was hoping for, evaded Andi. Most people would typically shy away from inquiring about how their friends, no matter how close they were, styled their pubic hair. Mal was not most people. No topic was too risqué or taboo to scare her off from investigating. Andi, on the other hand, was far more sheepish when it came to conversations concerning more intimate subjects, up to and including how she styled her pubic hair.

Despite this, she tried her best to swallow the butterflies fluttering in her chest and confirmed Mal's suspicions "Uh yeah, my bikinis kinda small and I didn't want any hair poking out." She spoke every word like she was playing hot potato with a hand grenade.

While patiently listening to her companion adorably stumble through her explanation, Mal started to undress first by lowering her panties, her cock slipping out from the cat's face haphazardly as she did so, to the tiled floor below. Picking her underwear off the floor and setting it beside her bag, not caring in the slightest that she had been mooning Andi while doing so to her sheepish jubilation, Mal reached behind her back and, in an effortless flourish, unfastened her bra in one motion, an action that triggered her breasts to bounce in an unintentionally suggestive display that Andi deeply appreciated.

Reaching into her rucksack, Mal plucked out a two-piece bathing suit consisting of a pair of flamingo pink and white striped swimming shorts complemented by a matching bikini top. Given that she was a transwoman most bikini bottoms were impractical as if she were to wear them then most of Mal's day would be spent keeping her prick tucked behind a thin nylon curtain and for as confident as she was Mal wasn't the kind of girl who'd willingly exhibit her naked body.

When she was finished pulling up her shorts and tying her top around her chest, Mal tossed her discarded clothes into her bag before putting them into the locker she and Andi were sharing. To save a few extra bucks, Andi and Mal split a single locker, the key for which was entrusted to Andi. That key was tucked away in Andi's bag right next to the testament to her poor planning and decision-making, better known as her microscopic microkini.

No longer distracted with the chore of undressing, Mal continued their conversation "Really? So small you needed to shave?" she coaxed, curious before coyly enquiring ", Feeling daring, are we?" a mischievous smile on her lips.

Trying to be equally as coy, Andi decided to generously gift Mal a subtle hint of the sight she'd soon be entranced by, if and when Andi left the showers. "Yeah, I think you'll be in for quite a shock when you see what I'm wearing."

Giving her friend a quick up-and-down, Mal retorted cheekily, "Can't wait. Though I have to say you look great no matter what you wear. See you in the water, cutie." Finishing with a wink, Mal disappeared out of the locker room and into the pool.

Andi did not fully digest what Mal had just said until after she heard Mal, or at least who she assumed to be Mal, dive into the water. The mere suggestion that Mal might be even mildly curious as to what bikini she would wear and how she would look in it forced all semblances of reason and logic to leave her in a lust-fuelled stampede.

Andi wouldn't waste another second getting in her own way if it meant hearing Mal call her cutie once more as soon as possible. Desperate to join her friend, Andi practically ripped the bra off her chest, haphazardly cramming it along with the rest of her clothing into her bag and then into the previously mentioned locker. Before she knew it, Andi was already at the changing room's exit, a hair from exhibiting her scantily clad self to the world but, more importantly, to Mal.

The comforting smell of chlorine on the air wafting in from the pool helped to relax Andi and ease her tense nerves. Again and again, Andi told herself that she was going to the pool. She just so happened to be wearing slightly less than usual was all.

Closing her eyes, Andi took the pre-verbal leap and walked out into the pool. To her surprise, and comfort, the bikini was surprisingly light on her. Andi had expected a snug fit, but it honestly felt like she was wearing nothing at all.

Her eyes remained shut for a good few steps until Andi met a sudden, strange resistance that turned out to be a stranger she had bumped into.

"Hey, watch where yo-" whatever chastisement he had intended on spitting at her died in his throat as he took in Andi in all her beauty. The man's jaw dropped to the floor, his eyes practically bursting from his skull.

Spluttering out a meek "Sorry." Andi walked around the man and shuffled away.

"It's fine," the man whispered to himself, Andi long gone out of earshot. He continued to watch Andi walk away, his gaze stuck permanently fixated on admiring the fine peachy arse that followed her.

That terse interaction, no matter how short it may have been, was one of the most mortifying experiences of Andi's life. It was a test that Andi feared she would be forced to eternally retake for as long as she wore this prank of a bikini, and yet strangely it was also gratifying in a way that Andi could not recall ever experiencing before.

Pushing this encounter, and all of the complex, strange emotions it brought along with it, to the very back of her mind, Andi continued her trek across the pool, focusing on putting one foot in front of the other. She tried her very best not to think about how that man had looked at her, how thirsty he became when he laid eyes on her lithely dressed tit's, the hungered passion in which he licked his lips, a hint to his perversions.

Trying to excuse the confused tension building inside of her, Andi attempted to write off the encounter as that belonging to an isolated pervert unaccustomed to seeing someone, wear something so striking outside the context of a racy magazine. Surely no one else would be desperate enough to ogle at her. Raising her head from her shoulders, Andi looked at the large crowd of people currently swimming, sunbathing, and so on that surrounded her in the vague hope that she would find confirmation that no one else was bothered with looking her way.

To her surprise, simultaneously pleasant and unpleasant in unequal degrees, Andi discovered that nearly everyone she could spot was gawking straight and solely at her. Men, women, old and young, anybody with at least one functioning eyeball had it inexplicably aimed at her and her alone.

Entirely to herself, Andi muttered, "I was expecting a tad more attention than I'd usually earn, but it's like I'm a celebrity or something with how many people are looking at me."

A bold almost alien confidence surged through her, and Andi continued on, her head held cloud high. Gazing around the pool, Andi saw that there were a decent number of women wearing similarly shockingly small swimsuits, not quite as daring as her own but not that far off. Andi wondered why, out of all the varied indecently dressed women, was most of the focus drawn onto her? Failing to come up with an answer that satisfied her curiosity, Andi shrugged her bare shoulders and accepted her newfound status as Little Oasis's Madonna of the day.

The exotic thrill of being admired by so many people encouraged Andi to stay out of the water for a short while longer. On a foreign air of effortless pride, Andi strode through Little Oasis like there wasn't a thing in the world to worry about. Up to this point, Andi had been fortunate to not run into anyone she personally knew. Strangers seeing her in such a meagre bikini was bad enough she couldn't fathom what it would feel like if someone she knew happened upon her.

That luck was about to run out, announced by an abrupt gasp to the tune of "Andi?" a boy to her left had squeaked the one-word question out. You could practically hear the record skipping in Andi's head as she realised who the voice belonged to, that being Karl Boder. Karl had been in the year below Andi in high school, and he became instantly smitten with her the instant he laid eyes on her.

His crush on Andi was as deep as his crush on Mal, a secret that Andi became keenly aware of after catching him leaving a box of chocolates on her desk. She didn't have the heart to tell him that she was gay at the time, and she never did find the time to let him in on that little tidbit now that she thought of it. Only making matters, including their current encounter, more awkward was that they were next-door neighbours. Which naturally meant that someone Andi saw on a semi-regular basis now had a reasonably good idea of what her breasts and butt looked like.

Karl, as opposed to Andi's abject mortification, was over the moon. He had fantasised and dreamed of seeing her like this for years, and now here she was in all her delicious glory. Reluctantly twisting to face her biggest fan Andi was met by Karl's wonderstruck dorky smile, and when she looked down she was met with his shaft straining against his trunks. Realising that she'd seen the irrefutable evidence of his attraction in the form of his painfully erect penis, he threw both hands down over his lap.

Politely ignoring the embarrassment he himself was experiencing, Andi gave him a wave that she almost immediately regretted, and blurted out "Uh yeah, ah hi." before racing away in a huff, hoping to outrun her humiliation.

This encounter would subsequently earn a permanent residency in Karl's spank bank for many years to come. As soon as Andi's back was turned, he immediately fled to the men's showers to relieve himself of the pressure building in his prick.

Karl was by no means alone in his admiration for Andi's bravado. Every step she took was studied by a hundred or so enthralled pool-goers. Andi would never say this out loud, but being the centre of so much attention was getting her heart racing. Andi was already damp between the thighs when she hadn't even dipped so much as a toe into the water.

The taboo attention she earned from being objectified by so many people was an addiction Andi had never entertained before today. But with every wolfish whistle she overheard, and assumed was meant for her, Andi's self-esteem ballooned ever greater. But ultimately it didn't matter how many people were looking at her so long as a single girl was counted among her audience.

'Speaking of' Andi wondered 'Where is Mal?' a mystery soon solved following a thorough scan of the pool where Andi found Mal wading, waiting and lazing in the deep end and as she had hoped, prayed and desperately wished for, Mal's focus was directed solely onto her and her alone. Mal's eyes were open cartoonishly wide, her typical calm and cool demeanour had faded and was replaced with total shock at her friends outlandish choice of swimwear.

The thought of Andi ever being bold enough to parade around Little Oasis with everything typically hidden under her usual conservative one-pieces hanging out like nothing was wrong had never crossed her mind for even a second.

Andi could have sworn that she saw Mal dive a hand towards, or perhaps inside, her trunks before pulling it back, but surely that must have been a trick of the light. Pride was a sin that Andi had rarely committed, before today at least, and yet that was the only way to describe the passion she felt as her crush looked at her with unmistakable lust. After being locked in a staring contest with Mal for what felt like an eternity, Andi finally decided to grace her with a closer look at the body she was captivated by.

In a perfect swan dive, or at least what a novice who frequently flunked gym class believed to be perfect, Andi plunged into the pool and started the journey over to her, hopefully, soon-to-be girlfriend. Her sudden cannonball created a substantial splash which, for the scant few people who for whatever reason hadn't seen her, captured everyone's notice. Each poorly executed breaststroke brought her ever nearer to her true love, and all the while Mal watched on in awe at the rapidly approaching beauty.

It wasn't long before Andi's swim ended at Mal's side. Neither one of them knew what to say, and so they simply floated in place with unsteady, nervous grins affixed on their faces.

Finally, Mal began breathlessly, "Well, you sure were in a hurry!" elation beaming off of her.

Echoing her friend's ecstasy, Andi joked, "What can I say? I couldn't wait another second."

Muttering to herself, Mal remarked, "Yeah, I can see that," her eyes firmly focused on her best friend's breasts gently bobbing in the water. Mal didn't bother pretending like she wasn't leering at Andi. She assumed, with fair accuracy, that Andi didn't mind if she ogled her.

In the hope of capitalizing on Mal's appreciation of the new brave Andi quipped "Yeah, now I know what a bug feels like under a magnifying glass and the sun."

Without missing a beat, Mal joked, "What? Hot as hell?" Her gaze never left either of Andi's tit's. For once, Andi didn't shirk at the sudden utterance of praise, no matter how perverted it may have been, being directed at her.

Continuing to earnestly praise her friend's newfound bravado, Mal declared, "Honestly, and no offence, obviously, but I didn't think you were capable of doing anything close to this crazy. You're full of surprises." The praise further nourished Andi's rapidly expanding ego.

Even though her words were kind and honest and felt oh so good on her ears, given that Andi was unaccustomed to compliments, she still felt the unconscious need to wave off or downplay Mal's praise, in an offhand manner.

"Thanks, but come on lets be real. It's not like I'm naked or anything." Andi prayed that she had come off as nonchalant, like it wasn't a big deal or anything. Mal laughed with a warm smile before resuming her previous perverse study of Andi's body. Strangely, gradually, the way Mal looked at Andi transitioned from aroused leering into a confused, if not concerned, investigation.

There was something about what Andi had said that didn't align with reality, and Mal was struggling to reconcile those two facts. In the wake of a thorough debate with herself, she finally reached an answer that stole the air from her lungs. In an instant, she became very, very afraid.

Forcing a pained, calm smile, Mal started, "Hey, Andi?" There was a hint of an unheard-of hesitancy in her voice "Can you tell me exactly what you're wearing right now?" Andi stared at her, lightly baffled. It was an odd, if benign, request that Andi didn't see any issue in answering, though the unsteady tone she had asked it in unnerved her a touch. Anything that managed to rattle the nerves of someone so consistently cool as Mal must have been particularly petrifying, and that alone was reason enough to scare Andi.

Carefully, like she was performing ballet in a minefield, Andi answered her, "Uh, sure. I'm wearing a black bikini?" before correcting herself, "Actually, it's a microkini."

Those eleven banal words, for whatever reason, horrified Mal, if the petrified look on her face was anything to go on. Her mouth quivered, scared to say a single word like Andi was made of glass, and Mal was an opera singer.

Fearing whatever she might hear next, Andi cautiously questioned, "Is something wrong?" Mal only muttered a silent confession in response. It was like she was hesitant to raise her voice too loudly in the paradoxical fear that Andi might hear her. This forced a now, in equal measures, curious and petrified Andi to lean in close.

Cupping her hands around her friend's ear, Mal whispered "You're naked." It was a struggle for Andi to digest those words, let alone accept them. She laughed, praying that Mal was making some sort of joke. But as she brought a hesitant hand against what she prayed was a thinly veiled breast, she found that it was completely exposed.

Andi was all at once forced to confront the undeniable, unenviable truth that she was indeed in the nude. Her most intimate assets had been seen in all their glory without a scrap of nylon or cloth or whatever else the swimsuit she should have been wearing was made out of. Despite the warm day, Andi suddenly felt very cold.

In a flash, Andi's hands had rushed to shield her privates, one over her breasts and the other secure over her pussy. Andi had assumed that she had lost her ill-fitting finery somewhere along her swim, and so, in a panicked word vomit, Andi speculated where it could have ended up.

"Oh god! Where is it? Where is it? Did you see where my bikini went?" Andi begged at a volume louder than she would have preferred. Andi was caught in the troughs of a panic attack, throwing her head from one end of the pool to the other, praying that she'd spot at least one piece of her bathing suit while Mal meekly grimaced in pain as whatever horrible theory she had been hesitantly weighing had now been tragically confirmed. Placing a weary hand on her friend's shoulder to steady them, Mal informed her of another devastating piece of news.

Forcing a false calm, Mal clarified, "Andi, I don't know how to tell you this, but you've been naked since you left the changing room." With every horrible word Mal spoke, her voice slowly began to die in her throat until Mal was speaking in little more than a whisper.

Naturally, she rejected this suggestion on instinct, believing it to be as rational as a pig sprouting wings and taking flight. She couldn't have forgotten to dress herself that was impossible. Losing it was one thing, but it never having been on her body in the first place was a step too far. No one was that stupid or ignorant or eager or whatever other sort of exaggerated trait that could possibly lead someone to the point of unknowingly exposing themselves to the public.

Despite the very idea being ridiculous, Andi had to admit, however reluctantly, that she didn't actually remember throwing on her bikini. Andi didn't even know what it felt like against her skin, so how could she know what it felt like to wear it? With unimaginable reluctance, Andi accepted that she had done the unthinkable. She had wandered out of the changing room baring her privates for all of Little Oasis to see in what was by far and away the most humiliating event of her entire life.

Whatever progress Andi had made in improving her confidence that she had gained from her inadvertent streak vanished the instant she was made aware of how much she was showing off.

The naked girl's entire body became raw nerve lit ablaze, and her heart hadn't drummed a single beat since Mal had said those awful words she could scarcely comprehend the weight of her mistake. Even if she wanted to Andi was physically incapable of forcing a scream out of her lungs. Internally, she was roaring like a wounded beast, but externally Andi couldn't force out little more than a peep.

Slowly she sank below the water. Her descent continued until Andi reached the bottom of the pool where she curled into the fetal position. The mortified incidental nudist was more than half tempted to allow her air to run out if only to avoid the further shame that waited for her above water.

Thankfully, Mal came to her aid and pulled her back up to the surface. On the strength of a fresh gasp of much-needed oxygen, Andi was ultimately able to articulate her horror, if only through the repetition of the same two unhelpful, redundant phrases.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god. What have I done, what have I done, what have I done?" came pouring out of the distraught Andi.

Doing her best to ease her friend away from the near-hysterical state she was on the cusp of falling into, Mal repeated "It's okay, it's okay, don't worry, it'll all be fine," though whether either one of them earnestly believed her was up for debate, a debate with an obvious answer.

When Mal had calmed Andi down, or at least got her to a point in which she was willing to hear her out, Mal explained how they were going to get Andi out of the horror show she had stumbled into.

Clearly if not concisely Mal told her "All we have to do is get you back to your clothes, then we can race off home and pretend none of this ever happened." Andi found it hard to believe that she could ever kid herself into believing that the worst experience of her life hadn't happened, but she chose to keep this opinion to herself.

"I don't know if I can leave the water na-like this." Andi couldn't bring herself to say the word naked out loud.

Continuing her efforts to relax her friend's clearly shot nerves, Mal assured her, "Okay, alright, Don't worry we'll get you out of this with whatever's left of your dignity somewhat intact." After exploring their admittedly limited options, Mal lamented, "I can't give you my top since you're bigger than me."

Andi spared a second away from wallowing in her traumatic nightmare to be confused "What?"

Briskly explaining what she had assumed was obvious to Andi "Your tit's are bigger than mine. Did you not know that?" Andi did not. While Mal started considering different methods of helping Andi escape Little Oasis while facing as little humiliation as possible, Andi was temporarily distracted by the revelation that Mal considered her chest to be larger than her own.

Regardless of whose breasts were bigger, it didn't matter in the end, as it ultimately meant that Mal's bikini wouldn't fit her, and as far as Andi, with all her alarms blaring, was concerned, that meant she had no other options and that she would be forced to streak back to the changing room as just as she had left it. The only difference between then and now was that she was now burdened with the knowledge of exactly how much skin she was showing off.

Throughout this whole harrowing incident, Andi was facing the one and only solace she could count on was that Mal was still at her side despite all of the second-hand embarrassment she must surely be suffering from. But as panicked minds tend to do, Andi's began to race with improbable horrors. A nightmarish thought that her friend might abandon Andi to her face humiliation by herself took root. It was a terrible thought for Andi to consider let alone endure.

Thankfully, she wasn't kept in suspense for very long, as Mal broke her contemplative silence with an apologetic, "Like I said, I can't give you my top." a pit comparable to the grand canyon opened in Andi's stomach but was quickly filled by Mal reassuring her "But there is something else I can give you." an invisible weight was lifted off of her in an instant, she didn't know what Mal had planned but Andi was grateful that at least one of them still had their wit's about them. Her gratitude was shortly replaced with aghast horror as she saw Mal reach down and start to undo the strings of her trunks.

"What are you doing?" Andi asked, petrified that her question might turn out to be rhetorical.

Without stopping Mal replied, "I'm giving you my shorts, duh?" She tried to sound unruffled but, though it was subtle, Andi got the distinct feeling that Mal was attempting to repress a growing panic.

Trying to talk her friend out of pursuing this blatantly bad idea, Andi stressed the gravity of the mistake Mal was making. "But you'll be naked."

Rationalizing her irrational action, Mal replied, "No, I won't. I'll still have my top." Her voice was shaky, but she was trying her best to maintain her typical cool demeanour. Now desperate to knock even the smallest spot of sense into her, Andi pointed out what should have been blindingly obvious to Mal yet had apparently illuded her "But everyone will see your dick!"

That fact did manage to stop Mal in her tracks as she digested that tragic truth. Following a brief bout of hesitation, she continued to undo the complicated knot around her trunks.

While she untied the strings, Mal explained with renewed, if reluctant, determination, "I know. And that will undoubtedly suck, but I can't leave you here butt naked and the least I can do is give you what little I can."

While Andi absorbed her friend's earnestness, Mal added with some forced cheek, "Plus, this way you won't be the only one spending a night in jail for indecent exposure." She let out a half laugh with no humour. Andi didn't contest Mal's decision any further, at least out loud, and watched on as her friend slipped off her bottoms.

Under more preferable conditions, Andi would have been absolutely absorbed in the enchanting sight of Mal stripping, but her own guilt over inadvertently putting Mal into a position where she felt like she was forced to do so left a sour taste in Andi's mouth.

Her remorseful shame was abruptly interrupted by a strange stiff object brushing against Andi's thigh. Mal looked at Andi. Andi looked at Mal. Both girls knew exactly what part of Mal had made contact with Andi. Neither commented on it. The only grace that Andi could take away from this ordeal was that it had piqued Mal's interest.

Looking away from her bottomless friend, they were now thoroughly bashful, Andi accepted her new bottoms. A feature of Mal's form that Andi noticed during the exchange was the fashion in which Mal styled her pubic hair more accurately, it was nearly the total opposite of Andi's own freshly shaved bush. Compared to Andi's hairless pussy, Mal essentially had a forest blooming around her cock.

Pulling on Mal's trunks, Andi found that, like with her friend's top, there was a sizeable difference in their assets. One of Mal's infinitely admirable attributes was the mountainous ass she carried behind her, and as Mal's shorts were meant to fit her wider frame, the shorts were noticeably big on the skinnier Andi. But considering her current predicament, she was in no position to complain. Being topless was better than being outright naked. At least her cat was now appropriately concealed.

Even though Mal's trunks were currently loose around her hips, Andi still asked "Are you sure about this?"

Looking towards the vast crowd that surrounded them, some of whom had cottoned on to the recent developments regarding Andi's new state of dress and her own state of undress, Mal hesitantly admitted "Yeah I am. We're only streaking back to the changing room, after that we can throw our clothes back on and put all of this behind us." Andi hoped that she could borrow some of her friends courage for herself if only so that Mal wouldn't be forced to shoulder the burden of carrying them both through their imminent streak.

Honest gratitude was beaming off of her as Andi commended her newly bottomless companion "Thanks Mal. You're a really good friend." the praise from her topless confidant caused a genuine smile to grow on Mal which she instinctively tried to shrug off.

"It's no big deal, I mean what are friends for if not stripping off half naked hoping to preserve whatever little dignity their mate hadn't already lost after accidentally skinny dipping in front of god knows how many strangers?" Mal answered coyly trying to lighten the mood. Surprisingly her quip earned a weak chuckle from Andi. Both girls turned to face their Odyssey, that being their disrobed relay race they would soon have to endure back to the changing room.

Realistically it was a minutes journey at most from the deep end they were intrenched in, even less than that in the unlikely event that both women kept calm and swam at a normal pace, but in the shared taboo rush that had overtaken them clouded their collective judgement. Even though their swim wouldn't physically be that far it was still an impossible distance to cross sans a complete swimsuit. The fact that Andi wouldn't be doing it alone didn't comfort her in the slightest. In some aspects it actually made it a whole lot worse.

"Ready?" Mal pressed her usual confidence now a shadow of what it would have been had events not transpired as they oh so unfortunately had.

Letting out a solitary sigh lamenting every choice she took that had forced her into this corner Andi uttered a plain "No" before continuing "But then again, I doubt I ever will be. So let's get this over with." not the most inspiring of calls to action but it was the best that Andi could muster with all she had been suffered and had yet to suffer.

With that off they went back to dry land and more importantly the miniscule dignity that their clothes promised. Despite knowing the difficulty of having to swim using one arm Andi and Mal were both unwilling to pry their hands away from their breasts and prick respectively and as such leave their genitals unprotected for anyone to see.

Mal's hands were wrapped firmly around her cock but the considerable size of her sex rendered her efforts to hide it in vain. The woman to her left wasn't fairing that much better. Andi was forced to use both hands to effectively cover her chest, her breasts simply refused to stay hidden under her hands as they slipped past her fingers just when she got a firm grip over them. Whether her inability to properly hold her boobs was due to Andi's ruined nerves, the lubricating effect of the water had on them or both didn't really matter as almost inevitably her mesmerizing boobs would reintroduce themselves to their aching audience sooner or later. The crowd's attention was fairly evenly split between eyeing Andi's tit's and spying Mal's newly unveiled cock and as both organs were poorly obscured everyone got a decent glimpse as to what Andi and Mal were trying and failing to hide.

Exactly as exhaustion was starting to successfully convince them to stop and rest and catch their breath Andi and Mal saw that the stairs lead out of the pool were rapidly coming to greet them. This news was as good as it was bad as it meant that they would be leaving the minimal protection of the transparent water that had up to that point helped to conceal their partial nudity. They did not stop to take the time to consciously considered this drastic difference as they were hell bent on ending this little adventure as soon as possible.

Emerging from the water Andi and Mal broke out into an ill-advised sprint, that had the on duty lifeguards not been taken by the exhibitionist exhibition along with the rest of the girl's all but captive audience would surely have advised against. They bolted through the crowds as water cascaded down their bodies, their exposed shapes glistening in the shining sun.

A chorus of catcalls, ranging wildly in creativity and content of crass, acted as the anthem to Andi and Mal's arresting race, which they hoped wouldn't end in their arrest.

A new issue that Andi faced whilst racing was that she was now forced to regularly reassign her hands away from the vital duty of protecting her boobs and down to Mal's bottoms as they slowly started slinking down her arse threatening to yet again unveil Andi's bum to the many patrons of Little Oasis. Gravity continuously took it's toll exposing her cheeks with every step she stole. The act of pulling up her shorts only necessitated Andi to uncover her breasts for less than a second which, at least to her, was an ungodly long period to have one's tit's flaunted before the world.

Despite her best efforts to focus on literally anything else Andi still found time to be somewhat perverted as she shamefully leered at her friends famous racing in front of her while jiggled energetically. While she was undoubtedly utterly mortified by her abysmal predicament deep down inside of her Andi was slightly appreciative of today's events as it put her in the position to watch the vivacious swaying of her friends ass, Andi only wished that she didn't have to share the sight with so many strangers.

If Andi's gaze had drifted away from Mal's backside and towards back for even a moment she might've noticed the knot on Mal's bikini begin to loosen. Following a soon to be lamented hop over discarded beach ball that mistakenly littered the poolside, Mal's swimsuit flew free from her body. This sudden loss horrified and, to her shame, faintly enthralled Andi.

The bareness of her breasts didn't impede Mal's pace if anything it imbued her with a renewed determination to escape back to the showers. Gritting her teeth as to not let a scream escape her lips Mal continued in her stripped bare stride.

The laborious lude jaunt that Andi and Mal were enduring was exhausting, it took everything they had not to fall to the floor in a defeated heap. They were both bone tired, running on what few fumes they had left, barely able to stand upright that was the weight of the embarrassed monkey on their backs. Luckily they needn't carry that figurative primate that much further as the changing room's were only a few troublesome steps away.

It's empty door frame might as well have been a literal oasis for how heavenly the promise of relative privacy felt for the two skinny dippers turned streakers. With a few measly steps between them and their clothes, Andi and Mal, in near perfect messy tandem threw their bare bodies into the safety of the showers.

In rare touch of good fortune the women's locker room was surprisingly empty the only souls occupying the otherwise vacant space were Andi and Mal themselves. Realising that they were finally alone Andi fell into a reasonable fit of nervous laughter with Mal following suit shortly after.

Through a burst of mad laughter Mal causally declared "Well that was fun but thank god it's all over now." Andi privately debated against herself over what exactly about the most traumatic experience of their entire lives was remotely fun.

Trying to shake off the anxious adrenaline pumping through her veins Andi answered "Yeah all we have to do now is get dressed and walk out of here. Oh and pretend this day never happened of course." while not the funniest of gags they still broke out laughing at the bit. Their moods desperately needed to be lightened given all that they had experienced over the past half hour. For better and certainly for worse this was a day Andi wouldn't forget for the rest of her life.

"Sounds like a plan. Now please open the damn locker. I kinda miss wearing clothes." Mal exclaimed with an exaggerated shiver.

"Yeah, okay just let me get the key." Andi replied offhandedly while approaching her locker. Right as those words left her mouth Andi remembered a particular detail that instantly shot her back into the shell shocked state she had been in when she was first made aware of her nudity. The last time she had seen her locker key was when it had been lying next to her bikini The key was still in her bag. A bag that was currently inside of the locker. The key to the locker was inside of the locker. They had no way of getting their clothes back, shy of ripping the locker door off of it's hinge.

Their streak, and every unbearable step they had struggled to make, had been pointless. Andi was stuck in a pair of ill fitting trunks and worse still Mal was left in her birthday suit. Andi wasn't sure how she would inform Mal of her deeply lamentable mistake. Luckily, in a tragic sense, she didn't have to as Mal had sensed that there was a problem when Andi had stopped mid sentence upon saying the seemingly innocuous word 'key'.

With disappointment staining every word Mal, fearing she may already know the answer, speculated to her suddenly hallow friend "You left the key in your bag didn't you?"

Not strong enough to turn and face the woman she had betrayed through her own absent-mindedness Andi replied in a flat tone while still focused on the infuriating cage in front of her "Yep."

Continuing her pained interrogation Mal asked "Your handbag that is currently locked behind an inch of steel?" all emotion drained out of Andi's face as she stated "Yup."

Now equally dispassionate Mal stated what was now bluntly painfully obvious "Meaning we have no way of getting into it meaning we're stuck like this?"

Completely deflated Andi finished "Yes."

They stood in silence, neither facing the other, for the longest time. Following a well earned, if not overdue, exasperated sigh from Mal she flopped down onto the bench behind her. The fatigue from their sprint, and the totality of their embarrassment of a day, had at last caught up with her. Realistically they could have gotten one of the life guards or another guest to help them pry open the door but that would inevitable force them to expose themselves to yet another peeping Tom or Tammy which was the exact horror they were hoping to avoid.

Leaning against her locker Andi slowly slid down it's cold exterior until she reached the floor where she tucked her knees into herself, collapsing into a ball, and endeavoured to keep herself from disturbing Mal with her crying. Her efforts, as the tears drops softly staining the floor can attest, were futile.

Guilt had consumed Andi, the weight of every choice she had made consciously or unconsciously, which resulted in a day that was intended to be special ending in a torturous exercise crushed her like an ant under a careless boot.

From behind her knees Andi whimpered "I'm sorry."

Looking down at her own feet Mal patiently probed "For what?"

Almost in a whisper Andi explained "For dragging you into my mess. For forcing you to give me your trunks and embarrass yourself. For"

Before she could spiral any further Mal consoled her with a calm authority "Hey enough of that. You didn't make me do anything. I wanted to help you, I understood what it might cost me and I still did it because I know for a fact that if it was the other way around and I unknowingly waltzed out of showers baring it all you wouldn't hesitate to do the same for me." what she said was nice, but knowing that Mal had meant every word was what actually made a difference for Andi. The warm smile on Mal's face confirmed her sincerity. Now more relaxed, if only marginally, Andi pulled away from her knees to properly face her friend.

With seemingly no other options available to them the duo racked their already exhausted brains to come up with a new solution as to how to escape Little Oasis with even a modicum of their dignity still in tact. The best, and only, idea that either girl could conjure up was to wait until nightfall and under the cover of darkness race back to Andi's truck, she kept a spare key in the gas cap so they wouldn't have to resort to smashing the widow open with a rock. It wasn't a perfect plan as it required a measure of patience that neither woman possessed at the best of times but it was either that or once again bless their adoring public.

With their poor plan begrudgingly agreed upon they fell back into an uncomfortable silence which lasted an unpleasant few minutes before being broken by Mal casually inquiring "I've been meaning to ask, earlier on when I asked what you thought you were wearing you said that you were wearing a bikini or microkini or whatever, but as long as I've known you you've shied away from showing of the smallest speck of skin. Why the sudden change?"

Andi didn't say anything, she subtly shifted away from Mal and began contemplating how best to reply. Andi didn't know how to answer a question that was both incredibly complicated and plainly simple. More specifically she didn't know how to answer it in way that didn't inevitably lead to Andi being forced to confess her love and she strongly believed that the time for romantic declarations ended the moment she stepped out of the showers with her pussy out for all the world to ogle.

'But then again,' she considered, 'Saying anything would be better than just leaving it up in the air right? Besides it's not like I can embarrass myself any more.' So following a tense debate with herself Andi started with a question of her own.

"Alright. Do you remember the last time we were here? The last time we were at the pool?"

Confused Mal confessed innocently "Not really?"

Andi pressed on "Well we were both at Oasis we were sunbathing and from across the pool I saw these three women who were wearing the smallest bikini's that I had ever seen in my entire life." She struggled to keep a straight face as she spoke.

Mal laughed bashfully at the blatant perversion that she couldn't remember preforming "Wait really?" not yet finished, or even having reached the juiciest segment of the story, Andi resumed her recollection "Yeah, they were all basically naked. And you were totally transfixed by them, honestly you might've even been drooling, leering at them like they were the most spectacular sights you'd ever seen. And I guess I wanted you to look at me the way you looked at them. So I bought a microkini and uh yeah that's what I thought I was wearing."

Towards the end, her words started to stumble over each other, so she wasn't certain that Mal truly understood or even caught everything she had confessed. Mal didn't seem to react to the end of her story, at least not visibly.

Following another peaceful pause, Mal asked a single piercing question with a disquieting casualness "Wait, why would you want me to ogle you?" In an instant, everything inside of Andi stopped. Her heart, her brain, every atom that made up her person. This was, or at least a variation of, the exact riddle that she had dreamed and dreaded that Mal might ask her one day. With nothing left to lose, save for possibly their friendship, Andi decided to confess it was the least she could do, and it was the least that Mal deserved.

"Okay," she started but did not continue. Andi wanted to tell Mal everything, desperately more than anything in the world, but nothing came.

Stalling to try and scavenge the perfect words Andi requested timidly "Sorry but can I have a minute, this is hard for me to say out loud."

Mal, worried about the great secret that Andi was so desperate to divulge, gifted her a patient look that, without saying a word, told her, 'It's okay. Take your time, no rush.'

Letting out the heavy gust of air she had stuffed deep inside of her long ago, Andi confessed, "I've had a massive crush on you for years now." Every word she thought would be too heavy to say flew from her mouth with gentle ease.

Mal responded, "What?" She didn't sound offended, at least, which was nice she was surprised, if anything. Andi had freed the butterflies that had nestled in her tummy for years to that point, and she was no less terrified. Throwing whatever caution she had left to the wind, Andi let it all out. It all came pouring out of her like water from a broken faucet.

"Yeah. Ever since I met you, not a day has gone by where I haven't thought about you, Mal. I love you, and stupidly I thought that if I was brave enough to wear a microkini or whatever, then I'd be brave enough to finally tell you all of this." That was the first time Andi actually heard herself say her plan aloud.

She found that its inherent insanity was blatant and impossible to ignore, forcing Andi into a deep silence before blubbering, "God, it sounds so dumb saying it out loud." Andi started circling hysteria, signalled by a humourless laugh. "This is not how I imagined telling you if I ever could. Oh God, I've messed it all up and ruined our day and possibly our lives, and I'll understand if you never want to see or speak to me ever again." Before her rant could continue, Mal pounced on her, attacking Andi with a violent, impassioned kiss.

Eyes wide open, tongue suddenly put to work, Andi was incapable of believing her good fortune. Absolute disbelief warred with reality. Andi was only able to accept that what was happening was happening when Mal pulled away from their sudden but no less passionate embrace.

Door mouse meek, Mal admitted, "Would you believe me if I told you I liked you too?" With a kiss like that, how on earth could Andi doubt her? But if she had needed any extra evidence to prove Mal's affection for her, then the stiffness of the cock currently brushing against her thigh would've surely sufficed.

Andi didn't answer Mal, instead pushing her onto the bench before carefully setting her body down next to hers. The two of them lay on the bench, using it as an impromptu bed so that they could comfortably confirm their desires. Their carnal romantic confession resumed with Andi viscously attacking Mal's face, releasing every ounce of love she had saved and subdued.

Mal returned the long simmering lust they had unknowingly shared for one another in kind with a particular strategic focus on the nape of her partners neck. The explicit noises they made sang a love song consisting of panting, moaning, and more than a few utterances of the phrase "Oh god."

Both women only pulled apart from one another when the need for oxygen overcame their desire to continue expressing their subdued feelings.

Elated, Mal exclaimed, "Wow," to which Andi agreed with "Yeah."

Collecting themselves, they saw a desire to push their passion further mirrored in their lover's longing gaze. On some subconscious level, buried deep inside of them, they must've known that fooling around in a public pool's changing room wasn't the best idea they had ever had, but they were so clouded with lust that neither one of them could restrain themselves from ravishing the other then and there.

Standing up and pulling away from Mal, to her adorable disappointment, Andi dropped her, or rather Mal's, trunks to the ground. Whatever hesitations Andi might've still had in regards to exposing herself to anyone, even her crush, were quickly brushed away by Mal's enamoured response to seeing her hairless cunt inches from her face.

Obviously, she had noticed Andi's womanhood that she obliviously exhibited earlier, but Mal was no less absorbed by the majestic view before her. The sight, smell, everything about Andi's muff was intoxicating, and Mal showed her admiration with a gentle lick.

Tightly gripping her pert ass, Mal climbed Andi's body, peppering it with kisses and leaving a telltale trail of hickey's from Andi's pussy, up her belly, and onto her tit, till at least reuniting with Andi's eager lips. Once again face to face, they stared at a sweaty, embarrassed mess standing before them. Before the night was over, they would drain themselves dry of their energy, fluids, and everything else to ensure they sufficiently pleasured their partner.

Since a condom wasn't readily available, they weren't able to go as far in this carnal expression of their desire as either would have liked, but that just meant that they would have to be a little more creative. Shoving her lover up against the locker they had dammed for stealing away their clothes not ten minutes ago, Mal crudely lined up her prick below her partner's cunt and between her thighs.

"Ready?" holding the back of Mal's neck, Andi leaned in close and whispered sultrily, "Are you?" before nibbling on her earlobe. The organ nestled between her legs jumped at the dare.

Without further hesitation, Mal thrust forward, sending a shared rapture racing through them. The cock brushing against her sex sent a series of ever more powerful intoxicating pulses through Andi, who was overjoyed to be at the ruthless mercy of the woman she had fantasised for so long. Mal's enthusiastic thrusts earned a surprised moan from Andi that she attempted to hide, only arousing Mal further, thus encouraging her to pick up the pace. Again and again Mal withdrew from Andi only to dive back further, meanwhile her hands played with the tight body beneath her, one groping Andi's magnificent, mouth-watering breast and the other firmly planted on her ass moulding her flesh as if it was made of clay. As neither woman was particularly experienced when it came to sex and as a result their first time together wasn't to last all the long.

Realising that she was nearing her inevitable explosive climax, Mal, guilty, admitted, "Um, Andi. I'm, uh, getting kind of close." Andi could only half hear her, tough as the stars in her eyes and joyous poem playing in her ears both blinded and deafened her. Nothing could have prepared her for how good Mal would feel pressed up against her, and as a result of her dream coming true in the most shameful and salacious means possible, an orgasm of her own equally intense was likewise approaching.

Despite her partner's seeming unresponsiveness, the tension inside of her was still building to a grand finale, and so Mal detached herself from Andi and allowed her seed to explode onto shocked Andi's stomach. The surprise sparked Andi's own climax, staining her thighs with her arousal. The pair panted from the pent-up love they had released all at once.

Mal looked at the mess left on Andi's belly half, she began to turn away, slightly ashamed, but Andi eased her conscience with one act. She took a finger, wiped up a thick glob of Mal's spunk off of herself, and greedily gobbled it up. This action reinvigorated Mal almost instantly, bringing her back to full mast, which Andi took responsibility for gently seizing her shaft.

With her hand wrapped firmly around Mal's prick, Andi, whilst performing a tender teasing massage, proposed, "Want to get out of here and head back to my place?" It was the epitome of a rhetorical question, as Mal would have followed Andi to the ends of the earth even if her hand wasn't affixed onto her most sensitive organ.

Echoing her lover's earlier succinct response, Mal answered, "Yeah," letting go of her member. Andi took Mal's hand in hers and led her towards the exit.

Just as they reached the exit, Mal stopped and pressed, "Aren't you going to put your trunks back on?" She was not unreasonably concerned that Andi might accidentally re-enact her earlier exhibitionist endeavour.

Without a care in the world, Andi wondered, "And leave you all naked and alone? What kind of a girlfriend would I be if I did that?" The words left her before she realised the presumptuous implication she had made. She had called Mal her girlfriend. Before she could start to worry if she had jumped the gun or not, she spotted a hopeful light glimmering in Mal's eye. Whatever anxiety she had felt was quickly forgotten. Andi didn't care where she was or who was gawking at her so long as she was with Mal. They were both naked, and they were still stuck in public, about to once again streak in front of a sizeable crowd of strangers, but Andi didn't care. Mal loved her. Nothing else mattered. Hand in hand, the duo walked out into Little Oasis.