A Bit Of A Girl Crush (2 page)

The walk to the resort’s private beach under the warm Mexican summer sun
was silent, and Katie found herself again lost in her own thoughts as they
walked.
 
The sand was hot between her
toes, and she wiggled them as she walked, feeling the burning granules of sand
between.

Katie found herself admiring Serena’s bikini as they walked.
 
A sky blue sarong over her generous hips
covered up her matching bottoms, and her top seemed to cup her breasts
perfectly.
 
How did you find the perfect bikini top?
 
Katie had ordered her green Victoria’s
Secret bikini on the internet last year, and while it fit well enough to keep,
she never really had grown into it.
 
They
called it The
Hottie
Halter.
 
Yet she never quite felt like a
hottie
in it, only a bit awkward.

The wind is nice,
she thought
for a moment, her thoughts drifting away from Serena and her lovely bum for the
moment, and then back again.

No words were exchanged, and they found a little spot of sand far away
from anyone else, an empty patch of sand overlooking the Pacific Ocean in its
endless and matchless beauty.
 
The cloudless
sky
glimmered
a deep blue, and the sun shone more
brightly over them than ever Katie had seen.

“I thought the resort was full,” Serena observed as they spread their
towels out on the sand.
 
“I see hardly
anyone here.”

She was right, Katie realized.
 
Other
than an old couple sitting on the far end of the beach—naked, if her eyes did
not deceive her—they were alone on the beach.
 
No, wait.
 
There was another,
single man sitting by himself in the opposite direction, very near the water
that lapped in rhythmic waves near his fee.
 
She couldn’t make out much more than that without her contacts.

“It’s early, they’ll be here,” Katie observed.
 
“I don’t think people even wake up here
before noon here.”
 
She
squinted
her eyes to look at the single guy again, trying to
make out whether he was wearing swimming trunks at all.

Indeed, the resort felt like a sleepy escape from the world to
Katie.
 
The very casual nudity they had
seen here, whether here on the beach or in the resort itself, seemed more of a
simple relinquishing of the responsibility of dressing rather than a deliberate
act of titillation.
 
Not that there was
anyone to titillate here.
 
The only
people anywhere near Katie’s age that they had seen were the hired help, and
their professionalism had been beyond reproach thus far.
 
And as she looked into the distance she saw a
young-looking blonde woman, carrying what must have been two oversized
margaritas,
join the single guy at his place.
 
Oh, and she was naked too.

No
bueno
.
 
And the hired help is almost too professional,
Katie mused as she sat down on her towel.
 
It felt strange being somewhere where she couldn’t flirt or wink her way
into just a little bit better, well, anything.
 
Even last week, lunch with Madison at Applebee’s brought a free plate of
mozzarella sticks from the cute waiter, without even asking for them.
 
And marinara sauce, too.

Serena stood back up to untie her sarong, and Katie stopped thinking
about marinara sauce very quickly.

“Oh my God, you’re wearing a thong?”
 
She resisted the urge to reach up and slap Serena’s perfectly rounded,
and now very visible, bum.

“You like it?” Serena laughed as she shook her butt right in front of
Katie’s face.

“No, get your butt out of my face!” Katie said, half-heartedly.
 
It was
right
there.
 
One smack.
 
That’s all it would take to set her straight.
 
But she couldn’t find it in herself to
dislike such a cute bikini, and inwardly she admired Serena for being so daring.

“I got it last year in Italy.
 
I’ve
been dying to wear it again,” Serena said again, and gave it a final shake
before settling down onto her towel next to Katie.
 
One smack.

Katie regarded Serena for a moment, her skin still glistening from the
coconut oil at the massage room.

“Do they go topless in Italy?” Katie asked, now wondering if Serena had
done so.

Serena leaned forward a bit on her towel toward Katie.
 
“Everywhere.
 
It’s not like San Diego.”

Katie was intrigued.
 
“Did you do
it?”

“Did I…?”

“Did you go topless?”

Serena laughed.
 
“Hah!
 
Well as they say, when in Rome…”

Katie felt intrigue light up inside.
 
“Did you like it?”

This time Serena had a sly grin.
 
“Definitely.
 
Loved it.”

Katie imagined Serena now in the middle of a crowded beach, basking in the
covert looks and secret admiration of strangers from afar.
 
She certainly had the body for it, after all.

A thought crossed her mind.

“Fine.
 
If
you liked it so much…” Katie said, and pulled off her top.
 
Her taut little breasts perked up at the
exposure, and she reflexively looked around to see if anyone was near.
 
No, they had nearly complete privacy.

“Katie!”

“This is the place to do it, isn’t it?” Katie said, setting her bikini
top on the sand near her.
 
“We’re the
only ones wearing anything here.”

Serena feigned outrage, and then smiled, and slowly removed her own top,
revealing the same pair of beautiful breasts that Katie had seen at the massage
room.

“There, we’re even,” Serena declared as if to call a cease-fire.
 
She reached for the bottle of suntan lotion,
and squeezed a blob of it into her palm before smearing it onto her naked
breasts.

Katie didn’t say anything as she watched Serena.
 
Her motions were slow and sensuous, and Katie
could feel every ripple of pleasure that coursed through Serena’s body even as
she moved.
 
It was a hedonistic and
deliberate motion, Katie could tell.
 
She’s done this before…

Katie had never sunbathed topless before.
 
Or nude, for that matter.
 
She had been a little too shy, a little too
self-conscious about her slender body to have ever gone well out of her way to
do so.
 
It wasn’t easy finding such a
beach to go nude on in San Diego anyway, and after all, her bikinis were cute
enough.

The sunscreen.
 
“Oh yeah.
 
I guess I
need some too,” Katie said, imagining her little breasts sunburned, and how
awful
that
would be.
 
That’s
the last place you want sunburned, except for…

Serena squeezed another glob of sunscreen into her hand.
 
“Here, I got it,” and reached over for
Katie’s breast.

“
Ahh
!”
Katie squealed,
backing away from Serena an inch just before she touched her.
 
“I was going to do it myself!”

Serena pursed her lips, making a kissy face.
 
“Ooh, I guess you could,” she said, offering
the bottle to Katie.

Katie sat for a moment, not quite knowing what to say.
 
It was a strange thing, surely, to share such
intimate contact now with Serena, her friend since middle school, when their
history had rarely been so touchy-feely.
 
It wasn’t that it was quite so
bad—
it
was just very
different.

But now that she thought about it, it wasn’t so different for the two of
them after all.
 
That fifteenth birthday
party sleepover, after all, had involved less cake and more lying on her bed in
their pajamas talking about boys, as their sleepovers always involved.

Katie smiled a bit, and leaned back onto her elbows, arching her back to
push her small breasts up.
 
“Go ahead.”

“Oh, so now you’re brave,” Serena teased as she touched Katie first with
her open hand, spreading the lotion over the skin of her breast and firmly
pressing into the soft flesh.

“It’s like another massage,” Katie breathed, evincing more pleasure than
she would have expected.

“It’s my turn next,” Serena said
,
shifting her
hand over to Katie’s other breast now.
 
The lotion felt like smooth satin on Katie’s
skin, and the wind blew cool over her nipples.

Katie let out a breath, imagining Serena’s hands to be… whose?
 
Whose hands did she wish them to be most?

No, they were Serena’s hands for sure, the soft and smooth fingers of her
best friend tracing paths around her areolas, fingertips that pressed gently
into the flesh of her breasts.
 
They were
most certainly not the callused hands of the blank, rough men in her most
embarrassing fantasies, the men who held her by the hair in the lustful storms
of her mind’s eye, ravaging her senselessly until...

And at once she imagined Serena ravished as well, first by a faceless man
in a rainstorm.
 
Serena,
held down by the back of her neck, taken from behind.
 
And then, just as quickly, she envisioned her
own ravishment at the hands of this stranger as Serena looked on in approval.

Oh God.
 
It felt good.
 
Both of Serena’s hands gently kneaded Katie’s
breasts now, in full view of whoever wanted to look.
 
And
then both of them would ravish me,
she thought again, the thought formed
more in pictures than words as she found herself tossed adrift into a tempest
of baser and wickeder thoughts yet.

Katie’s eyes opened for a moment,
then
closed
again in ecstasy.
 
Where had
that
thought come from?
 
It was as if something had hijacked her mind,
sending it spinning off course for a moment.
 
And in that moment, a scant second of clarity she had before shutting
her eyes again, she realized that wherever it decided to go was perfectly
alright with her.

“Want your bottoms done too?” Serena asked, still massaging Katie’s
breasts.
 
The sun beat down on her.
 
It was hot, but not unpleasantly so.
 
No, it was actually perfect.
 
Everything was perfect.

“Yeah,” Katie said before the meaning of the words even made a hint of
sense to her, but when they did it made no difference.
 
It sounded nice.

“Lift your butt up,” Serena said, and when Katie did she felt her bikini
bottoms being pulled down from her
hips,
and over her
knees as she sank back onto the towel.
  
She
slid
her ankles out of them, and kicked
them off to fall near the bottom of her towel.

She was naked before her friend now.
 
She felt every inch of her exposure, and what might have been shame was…
well, it was most certainly not shame, anyway.
 
Once again she remembered her birthday night when they at last went to
bed, and as they got under the pink and baby blue covers of Katie’s too-small
bed, Katie wished that she could just have maybe had a really nice hug.
 
Just to see what it was like.

But that would have been strange, she supposed at the time, and she had
to content herself with just a bit of a cuddle in her bed in the dark.
 
Serena, the taller one, was the ‘big spoon’,
of course, and Katie liked the way her friend’s nose pressed into her hair as
they slowly drifted into sleep, waiting for pancakes and strawberries in the
morning.
 
She recalled that moment fondly
many times since, when her passions pushed further beyond the boundaries of
shame than she was normally wont to allow for herself.

She sensed a moment of hesitation from Serena.
 
“Go ahead,” Katie told her, and exhaled as
cool sunscreen touched her skin just above the dark triangle of her pubic hair.

Wordlessly Serena spread the lotion over the last uncovered part of her
body, first over the narrow bands over her hips where Katie’s bikini had
covered, then down over the inside of her thighs.

A shiver went up Katie’s back.
 
The
sensation was as smooth and pleasant as she could have imagined, creamy vanilla
scent over her skin, and her legs opened involuntarily as Serena spread the
sunscreen over the insides of her right thigh first, then brushed over her
pubic hair on the way to give her other thigh equal treatment.

This was so wrong,
Katie
thought to herself.
 
Or is it?
 
And at this second thought she opened her legs
just a bit wider.

“You’re lucky you didn’t shave all the way,” Serena said, drawing her
hand from the inside of Katie’s thigh to rub her flat belly instead.
 
“I don’t have to put the lotion down there.”