OK, so I held a party for some friends, including my three best friends. And apparently quite a bit happened out in my perverted older brother’s caravan over the course of that weekend. But that’s – ugh – fine, because quite a bit happened back in the house as well. It was a bit of an awakening, I have to tell you! And I learned a lot about my best friends. And about myself. Anyway, you’ll see.
It all kicked off with the trampoline. I mean, some stuff happened at the party, but nothing major, but then everyone went home, and the only people left were my crew. My gang. The best people in the world. Marnie, April and Catherine. And we were all pretty sloshed, and it was a warm night, and we were hanging out on the trampoline, shooting the shit and just enjoying each other’s company.
Catherine and I were headed to uni after the holidays – me to Monash, her to Canberra. Marnie was going to Europe on a gap year, and April had an internship at Vogue in Sydney, so we were determined to make the most of this last weekend together.
I was incredibly annoyed that my dickhead brother was home. Mum and Dad were in America on holiday, but this reject was here to spoil my weekend. I mean, yeah, fine, he’s actually not that bad, but I knew that he had a thing for Catherine and I knew Marnie had a thing for him. And he just annoyed April, but I could tell she thought he was cute anyway.
And he’d be in and out of that drug den of his, and being all helpful and friendly and… yeah, I shouldn’t complain so much.
He stayed in the van until everyone who was going home had gone home and then stepped out, surrounded by a cloud of smoke and headed into the house, presumably for munchies.
“I’m going to fuck that guy,” Marnie said, staring at him as he wandered off. The rest of us responded in varying levels of horror.
“Oh gross,” said April.
“Marnie, you shocker!” said Catherine.
“Nope,” I said, “Just nope. You’d want to talk about it, and I just don’t need that sort of information.”
“We’ll see,” Marnie said, and then hopped off the trampoline, dragging Catherine with her as he came out of the van and she went over to hassle him about weed.
I ignored them for awhile, but Marnie was poking her breasts out and my brother was flirting with Catherine and I could feel the snarl forming when Marnie hugged him and returned, holding a bag of weed.
My sulk evaporated when Marnie told us that she’d made out with a girl earlier in the evening. And that led to a contest as to whose breasts were the best, which led to me touching Marnie’s gorgeous breasts for the first time. Any woman’s breasts for the first time. And they were glorious, slightly larger than mine, with dark pink, pointed nipples. I pretended to be clinical about it, thoughtfully squeezing her breast and rubbing the nipple. But I was in awe at the warmth and smoothness of her and I could smell her excitement, and wanted nothing more than to just kiss her and roll around on the trampoline, exploring her gorgeous body.
And then April moved in beside me and took my other hand and slid it up onto her exposed breast, and my breath stopped as I was intoxicated by the sensation of the two women, two of my best friends, wriggling under my touch and obviously enjoying it.
April slid a hand from my thigh up to my neck and pulled my mouth down to her nipple. Catherine had moved onto the trampoline to start stroking Marnie. I tasted April’s nipple and flicked it with my tongue as my hands roamed over her incredible, lithe body. She gasped as my fingers trailed down over her ass and I gave her a playful squeeze, feeling anything but playful. But this was all so new and couching desire in play seemed the safest way. Catherine was kissing Marnie and then nuzzling her neck and I suddenly thought just how exciting this would be for my brother if he happened to look out the window of his caravan right now, but when I looked back there was only darkness from the window and then April’s hand was on my belly and sliding south and I just didn’t care any more.
We broke it up before it went much further, giggling and pronouncing the winners, and only Marnie seemed to want to take it much further. She was lying back on the trampoline with one hand between her legs and her light cotton dress was the only thing that she was wearing and she stared up at us with half-lidded eyes and said.
“Now onto the pussy taste test.”
I was so tempted. Why not take it further? But then I looked back at the caravan and the partly open curtain and blanched. April giggled and the others joined in and we decided that more competitions could wait. Marnie looked disappointed but joined us as we headed back into the house – not without giving herself a little bit more pleasure first.
We performed our evening rituals, changed into night-shirts and all four of us flopped down on the huge mattress in the living room that we had decided would be our bed for this final weekend. Snuggled together, we dozed off, one by one.
But lying between me and April, I could feel the regular motion of Marnie’s hand between her legs and hear her panting as she finished what she started out on the trampoline.
***
When I woke up the next morning I was hot from lying too close to three girls on a hot summer night and annoyed at the realisation that we had no coffee in the house that wasn’t instant. And then further annoyed because someone was playing the piano in the loungeroom. I sat up. Marnie and April were still fast asleep. Catherine was nowhere to be seen.
I rolled off the mattress and wandered through the kitchen and towards the loungeroom and piano playing. I paused at the door and peered in to watch Catherine. She was always so elegant at the piano. But instead of one elegant girl, I saw one half-naked brother and one friend, her shirt riding up her ass and her eyes glued on whatever was happening in my brother’s pants.
I felt a flush of jealousy. I knew my brother had a thing for Catherine, but I didn’t think that it was reciprocated. And I didn’t want him taking up time with her on this, my last weekend with my best friend.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I demanded, storming into the room. They both jumped, and my brother obviously was rearranging things down below. Catherine’s face was flushed pink and not from the heat. My brother hastily offered to go get us coffee and left, keeping his crotch aimed away from me. Catherine headed to the kitchen, letting her t-shirt fall back into place as she stood.
“What was that?” I asked her, as she splashed her face and drank a glass of water. She tilted her head at me.
“We were just playing the piano. Nobody else was up. Your brother is sweet.”
“Sweet and horny,” I grumbled. “And he just can’t take his eyes off you.”
“Really?” Catherine asked, her eyes suddenly interested. I sighed.
“Just for this weekend, can it be just about the four of us?”
“Of course, Ella,” Catherine said, and moved in for a hug. I kissed her quickly on the neck and then pulled back to smile at her.
“Let’s get the others up and we can go out shopping.”
“Once we’re caffeinated.”
“Once we’re caffeinated,” I agreed.
***
We spent the day at the mall. All of us wanted new gear as we headed into a new chapter of our lives. April wanted clothing that wasn’t black (the difference between living in Melbourne and Sydney). Marnie needed something warmer for her overseas trip. Catherine and I wanted something sexy to make us feel more adult as we headed off to university.
Of course, that meant the others wanted to come along and help choose.
In the end, we all had enough lingerie for a fashion show, so we made that the plan for the evening. We ate lunch in the food court, and it was like we were back in high school; spinning shit about people we knew from class, gossiping about what teachers were doing outside of class. Basically, just being friends. We all felt in the back of our minds that after the trampoline, something was going to happen that evening.
We invited my brother to join us for dinner. Showed him all our bags full of sexy stuff. And then kicked him out of the house with a threat of castration should he step foot inside for the rest of the evening.
We dragged our sleeping mattress out of the way and slumped down on the two couches around the edge of the living room. A quick round of rock paper scissors later, and April was off to the bedroom to start our fashion parade.
“Ready,” she called after a moment, and I pressed play on the CD player, pumping out Right Said Fred, to accompany the show.
April strode into the room and we all stopped breathing.
She has an incredible figure. She’s almost a head taller than I am and her legs are long and muscular from years of swimming and netball. She had chosen a simple, white cotton night-dress for her first piece, but it was the exact right thing to do, as it let her body do all the work, and her body was working hard. The material was sheer and her tanned skin was visible beneath the fabric. She wore simple, high-waisted panties, also white, which provided good contrast to her skin. Her breasts pressed against the cotton, nipples erect and projecting through the fabric. She wore heels to accentuate her calves and perfect derriere. And she was blushing fiercely as we all stared appreciatively at her, whistling and catcalling.
“Yeah, yeah,” she said. “It’s just a nightie.”
“It’s incredible,” Marnie said, her lips shining and slightly parted. April flushed and smiled.
“Thanks, Chica,” she said. “Who’s next?” She strode out and Marnie raised a hand. They were a little bit longer than they needed to be and there was a certain amount of giggling from the bedroom. I grinned at Catherine.
“I’m looking forward to your go,” I said. She reached over and touched my knee.
“The feeling’s mutual,” she said.
“OK, she’s ready,” April said, coming back in wearing a t-shirt and shorts. “Play the music.”
I went with “You can leave your hat on”.
For someone who normally only wore simple dresses with nothing underneath, Marnie had gone all out. She slunk into the room like a cat, her fiery hair draping her face. She wore a black lace corset and lace bra. Patterned flowers held in her breasts, giving hints of nipple without being obvious. All of these things probably have proper names, but I’ve spent my life shopping at Target. A garter held up magnificent stockings. The stockings and garter framed a beautiful patch of bare, pale skin, immediately drawing the eye. And she wore delicate black lace panties, patterned with tiny black flowers. Wisps of red protruded from the top.
I couldn’t help it. I purred. The others laughed, and Marnie strode over to me to give me a closer look.
“Like what you see?” she asked, stroking the side of my face.
“Mmm, yes,” I said. She leaned down and her lips met mine, slow and warm. Her tongue touched my lips and then she stood up again.
“Gotta change it up now and again, right?” she said. She revolved her hips slowly and then turned to show the others. Instead of her breasts and beautiful face, now I was looking straight at her ass. The panties framed her ass, black on pale skin, but also definitely see-through. As she posed for the others, she leaned forward, and my gaze was locked between her legs as the shadow of her nether lips presented themselves to me and my suddenly dry mouth.
“Drinks?” I asked, standing suddenly and almost knocking Marnie over. I grabbed her waist and she spun to put her arms around my neck, stopping herself from falling. Her face was very close.
“Thirsty?” she asked, grinning widely.
“Very,” I answered, hands on her hips. She was warm. And soft. And everything about her screamed sex. It felt like we stared at each other for an age, before April said
“You were getting us drinks?”
I headed for the kitchen to make cocktails. Catherine went to the bedroom to get her outfit. I returned with a tray, just as Catherine called in through the door.
Catherine wears the hell out of pink. It just fits her innocent girl demeanour. But as she strolled into the room, looking self-conscious, I was almost disappointed in her outfit. I mean, don’t get me wrong, she looked hot, in a curvy singlet of a soft material and strapped shoulders. But still, it was a singlet. It went down just below her pantie line, was cut low enough to show the curves of her breasts, and hugged her slender figure in a way that made me think she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. But it was just a singlet.
She saw us watching her, and apparently the others all had the same look as I did. Appreciative but not impressed. She stopped, and then a wicked smile crossed her face.
“Wait a moment, I think I left something in the bedroom.”
And she turned to head back. And we all gasped.
The back of the outfit was finely patterned black silk, almost completely see through, with flowers curling howl her back and nesting in the curves of her buttocks. It was also slightly higher at the back, the lowest flower just covering the gap between her legs. We all whistled, simultaneously, in awe. Catherine looked back over her shoulder.
“More what you were looking for?” she asked. She wiggled her butt. Our eyes followed greedily. She came over and plopped down on my lap. “What do you think?”
I traced a finger along from her knee up her thigh. “I love you so much right now!” I looked up at the others. “I love you all. You’re all so special and wonderful and sexy and all all mine!” And with that I rolled Catherine over my knee and spanked her gorgeous, lace-clad ass. She screamed and tried to wriggle free and we both fell to the floor.
“Dogpile!” screamed the other two girls and soon we were a mass of near-naked, giggling lust monsters.
“Wait, wait!” called Marnie, shoving off the others and pulling me to my feet. “We’re short one model!”
I groaned, hoping they’d forgotten. I like how I look, but I’m not as sexy as Marnie or as sporty as April or as wholesome as Catherine.
“Yeah, alright,” I said, “But I’m not going to stand up against what’s happened so far.”
“Bullshit,” said Marnie, and the others nodded agreement. “Get in there and make our eyes pop out.
I bought my outfit with little thought of wearing it at university. I bought it specifically for my three best friends. In the bedroom I quickly stripped off and then opened up my lingerie bag. Inside were two lacy piles. I drew out the first – a high cut pair of panties in lavender – and slipped into them, running my fingers along the seams to settle them over my neatly trimmed bush and feeling the thong nestle between my ass cheeks. Then I picked up the other item and started to work out its intricacies.
Dressed, sort of, and wearing high heels for effect, I sashayed into the loungeroom to squeals of delight.
“You are so fucking hot!” April exclaimed.
“That is awesome,” said Marnie.
“Just… Wow,” said Catherine. I blushed.
They stood up and crowded around me. I can understand their interest. I usually don’t go in for anything fancy, so this was special.
I was wearing a full bodysuit that encased me in lace from my ankles to my wrists. Black flowers traced my body, broken only by the lavender panties and a plunging neckline that exposed my chest to my navel. My breasts pushed the material out, with a black mesh over each one, hiding the colour of my nipples, if not the shape. I’d finished the ensemble with a pair of black cat ears on a headband for my head, and a cloth tail I was wearing sewn to a sash around my waist.
“Rowwrrrr,” I said, waving my hand in a swiping claw motion.
“Who’s a pretty pussy?” Marnie asked, gently stroking my back, feeling the material with her hands as she took me in with her eyes.
“I think she wants a belly rub,” said April, running her fingers over the neckline where it met my bare flesh.
“Oh, and where does this tail end up?” asked Catherine, stroking the tail and walking her fingers along its length until she was stroking my lower back.
I relished the attention. I reached out for April and pulled her close. Marnie shifted in to press up against my side, and Catherine put her hands around my waist and hugged me from behind.
“I’m going to miss this,” I sighed.
“Pretty sure we’ve never done this before,” said April, as her hand ran up my side to cup my breast.
“No, I mean, us being together,” I said, “although after tonight, I’m pretty sure I’m going to miss this too.” I leaned forward and kissed April, pulling her top lip into my mouth.
Marnie whispered in my ear “Better make it a night to remember then.” She gave Catherine a meaningful look over my shoulder and soon my body suit was being peeled from my shoulders and my arms were trapped at my sides while my breasts stood free and proud in amongst my friends.
This was new for most of us, although I’m pretty sure Marnie had some experience. Our touches were tentative but tender. Catherine kissed my neck while Marnie and April took a nipple each in their mouths. Behind me, Catherine stroked my belly and ventured down, running her fingers along the seams of my panties and between my legs. My arms were still trapped so I just let it happen, happy to be pampered. I moaned as Catherine’s fingers and the others’ mouths went to work on me.
And then Catherine finished the job of removing my body suit so that she could start touching my bare skin. With newly free hands, I started to stroke Marnie’s back and April’s hair. Catherine tugged on my arm and as I turned to see what she wanted, she pulled me down to the carpet and locked her lips on mine. The other two followed us down.
Now there were no giggles, just stroking and touching and kissing. Marnie, with the most experience, was the first to try for more than just touching breasts and skin. She rose to her knees and started kissing down my body, her hands pressing my knees apart. I looked down at her.
“What are you- oh!”
Her mouth pressed down softly between my legs and I went to jelly. April and Catherine watched rapt, as her lips parted and her tongue darted out to slowly lick me up and down.
“Oh my goddess, what are you doing?” I moaned. April and Catherine resumed sucking on my nipples and touching me all over, but their eyes were locked on the action between my legs.
“I am,” Marnie said, kissing me over and over, “Making sure that you miss me while I am gone.”
“I don’t know… that I will be able to… let you go!” I gasped. Marnie’s lips were sucking on my labia. Her tongue was flicking at my clit, and my brain was sparking with fireworks. Pleasure pulsed through my body and I writhed and wriggled and groaned.
“Oh fuck, yes,” I sighed as I came. Marnie fell forward and lay on my belly, looking up at me.
“Anyone else want a turn?”
“Oh, now you ask,” I said, smacking the top of her head. “But that was amazing.”
April kneeled up and turned to Marnie.
“I want to see what it’s like to taste a woman,” she said. Marnie nodded and waved around the room.
“Well, you have a choice of three.”
April blushed. “I think it’s only fair that you get some pay back for your efforts so far.”
“Finally, some recognition!” exclaimed Marnie, and she wriggled around on the floor so that her legs were facing us. I stroked her calf. Catherine held me and snuggled into my chest, enjoying the view. April lay down on her stomach in front of Marnie. I had the perfect view of her round, toned ass. She had the perfect view of Marnie’s glistening pussy lips.
She rested there, examining Marnie, twining her fingers through ginger pubes and sliding her fingers across Marnie’s labia. She inched forward, moved her mouth closer until she was breathing Marnie’s scent. I stroked April’s thigh and she shivered as my fingers touched between her legs. She leaned in to kiss Marnie’s lower lips…
And then she sat up, shaking her head sadly.
“Sorry, Nee,” she said, hand on Marnie’s belly. “I was loving the touching and the boobs and the snuggles, but I don’t think I want to go down on a woman.”
Marnie sat up and pulled April into a hug. “That’s totally fine. Snuggles are fine. Boobs are great. A faceful of pussy isn’t for everyone.” She kissed April’s forehead. “Never apologise for not doing something you don’t want to do.” She looked over at the rest of us. “Group hug?”
We all rolled into place and into a comforting pile, feeling the warmth and the love, and eventually dropping off to sleep.
***
I should have known that Marnie’s two nights of sexual frustration would lead her to make good on her promise from the first night. I heard her whispering and giggling to April and then the two of them crawled to their feet and left the room. I listened to them leave, annoyed but also resigned. Marnie would fuck my brother. Maybe April too, although she really didn’t like him that much.
“Whsss’p?” murmured Catherine, next to me. She opened one eye.
“Oh, just Marnie and April off to fuck my idiot brother,” I said. Catherine’s other eye opened.
“What?”
“I assume so, anyway. Marnie’s been gagging for him since we got here. I don’t think she’ll be taking no for an ans- hey, what’s up?”
Catherine’s face was stricken and her eyes shone with tears.
“What? No, nothing. It’s just that. No, it’s nothing.”
I lay down beside her. “Hey, it’s ok, what’s wrong?” I touched her face and wiped tears from her cheek.
“Oh, I just thought. It’s our last weekend. I know he likes me. I thought.”
I sighed. And there’s another one.
“You wanted it to be you and not Marnie.”
“Yes,” Catherine drew a shaky breath. “And I know it doesn’t matter, and that I have no rights here.” She looked up at me. “And I know you didn’t want me to make this weekend about him.”
“Damn straight,” I muttered, but I stroked her face. “Look, I know he likes you. I didn’t know you liked him, you know, that way.”
“You guys have been there for me since high school,” Catherine said, and I put my arms around her. “He drove me to piano practise. He took me to Star Trek films. He never laughed at me for liking science fiction. Both of you looked after me, your whole family did, when mine kicked me out.” She looked into my eyes. “I think it might be more than just like. I think I love him.”
I drew a deep breath, and I think she saw the hurt in my eyes.
“I love you too, you know,” she said. “And yeah, that’s fucked up and it won’t work all around and I’m not interested in getting into a weird brother-sister thing, but I do. I love you. In that way. And I love him. Also in that way.”
“So,” I paused, thinking through the words. “with him out there, and me in here, can you love me tonight? We’ll worry about him tomorrow.” And I leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips.
My infatuation with Catherine had always exhibited as being a good best friend. I laughed at her jokes. I drew pictures of her. I told her I loved her every day, but always with a little laugh at the end, or with a quick hug. But now it was all out there. I was head over heels for this girl and I just never did anything because it was the nineties and I just never let myself think it out loud. But now she was in my arms and she was wearing a sexy pink singlet with a see-through back and my lips were on hers and her fingers were in my hair and I let myself go and loved her with everything I had.
And she loved me back. Her kisses were more insistent and her hand held my neck and the other slid along my still naked body and reached between my legs and slid between my thighs and just rested on my pussy. And her eyes opened and looked into mine and her finger twitched and her eyebrow rose in a question and I nodded with a welcome smile and she slid between my lips and into me and I moaned into her mouth and gripped her thigh and I felt her finger work inside me and it was incredible. I clenched my thighs around her wrist and rolled against it, helping her bring me to a crescendo. When I was done, I held her close until she whispered into my ear
“Can I have my hand back now?”
I laughed and released her. And then I stroked down the side and reached around until I could feel the lace at the back of her lingerie.
“You know what I really want?” I asked. “I want to see what your ass looks like up close in this thing.” Catherine blushed, but pulled back and sat up.
“So you, what, want me to bend over so you can have a good look?”
“How about you crawl over me? And then if you feel like doing anything else you can, because I sure as hell will be.”
And she obliged, smiling with anticipation, and she looked down along her body at me, lying under her, and she raised an eyebrow. “Like what you see?”
I was in awe. The lingerie perfectly accentuated her ass cheeks and framed them with the simple pink material that covered the front. A wisp of lace covered her pussy. I had to fight to look away and catch her eye, my face flaming with desire as I nodded.
“Love it,” I murmured. “Love you.” My hands slid up the back of her thighs and slid the material away from her now naked buttocks. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve been told that it’s rude to talk with my mouth full.”
I tilted my chin up and planted my face between her ass cheeks and took a deep breath. She smelled like heaven and her lips were wet against my nose. She squeaked at my sudden invasion and then sighed as I extended my tongue and gave her an experimental lick.
You’ve got to realise. I had no idea what I was doing. I’d seen some of my brother’s porn DVDs while he was out, and most of them were lesbian porn, for some reason, so I knew the basics, but as you know, porn isn’t real life.
But I knew Catherine better than anyone else in my world. And when my tongue touched the right place and she squirmed with pleasure I knew I was on the right track. I licked slowly, right along the length of her labia. And I had a cheek in each hand, spreading her wide so that I could delve into her, pressing with my tongue and lapping at her wetness. Catherine twitched, then wriggled, then ground against my face as my tongue and lips made her more and more crazy with desire. One thumb slipped around her ass cheek and touched her anus and she squeaked once more and I realised that this was a sensitive place for her and now I had another tool and I rubbed at her rosebud while my tongue continued to ravish her.
“omigod omigod omigod,” she repeated, breathing heavily. “Oh you are so good.” And she sat up and started to stroke my breasts while she slid backwards and forwards across my face. My face was slick with her juices and I loved it. And then she screamed and jerked on my face and she shuddered and froze, and then she jumped up and fell onto me and started kissing me all over my face, tasting herself and we rolled over and over and laughed and kissed and touched each other.
And then she went down on me and it was slow and it was exquisite and I came with her tongue in my pussy and my fingers twined in her gorgeous brown hair.
We were fast asleep when Marnie and April returned, entwined in each other’s arms.
***
Catherine was up before me again on the Sunday. I rolled over onto April and Marnie and nestled into them and stroked their most ticklish spots until they woke up and held me down and tickled me into submission. And I told them about Catherine and they told me about their adventures in the caravan.
“Told you I’d fuck him,” Marnie said.
“Told you I didn’t want to know the details,” I said. “But seriously, is it possible that you don’t tell Catherine? She’s got a real thing for him, and I think knowing what you did would hurt her.”
Marnie shrugged. “It was just a dick for me, babe,” she said. “I mean, no offence to your brother.”
“Yeah, I know, but it isn’t for her.”
They agreed to keep it between them and over breakfast, mentioned going out to get weed, but not that anything else that happened. Catherine looked relieved.
The day was superb, and we’d planned on heading off to the beach. We had lotion for Catherine and April, and a sunshade for me and Marnie, and a plan to check out one of Melbourne’s few nudist beaches.
We piled into the car and headed to Sunnyside, arriving in the middle of the day. It was summer, it was busy. We had to park half way up the hill, but then we took our backs and our shelter and our skimpy swimmers and trotted down, over the rocks to the nudist beach.
Again, none of us had ever done this before.
“It’s a weekend of firsts,” April said. “May as well add one more to the list.”
“Plenty of nude beaches on the Mediterranean coast,” Marnie said.
Laughing and holding arms, we walked onto the beach. It was packed, which we hadn’t expected. It was full of nude people, which we had. There were a LOT of men, mostly older. Some couples, again mostly older. A few more small groups of girls and some younger men further down the beach. A friend had told us that the swingers hung out in the middle and that the far end was mostly where the gay men played.
We headed straight for the middle section. The couples were younger, and there were some very fit men, all oiled up. We found a clear spot and set up.
It was obvious that groups of women weren’t usual at the beach. There was very quickly a gaggle of men who were trying to unobtrusively catch a glimpse as they walked up and down the beach.
“Well, I guess, when in Rome,” said Marnie, and she reached back to undo the straps from her bikini top. The fabric fell loose and her breasts were free and glorious and glistened from her perspiration from the walk to the beach. Everybody stared, including us. She looked over at us. “Well? Are you going to leave me swinging in the breeze here?”
April stood up from placing her towel and unzipped the zipper that ran the length of her one-piece. I slid my shorts and swimmers to my feet and kicked them off. Catherine pulled her halter over her head and the four of us stood in the sun, very naked and very aware of our audience.
Marnie looked up at the sun, shielding her eyes. “I’m going to crisp in this. Can one of you please help me lotion up?”
April volunteered, and I figured this was a good opportunity to do the same for Catherine. She had tanning oil that smelled strongly of coconut and I had her lie down on her towel and then knelt behind her and drizzled oil onto her back. Slowly, I ran my hands over her back, working the oil into her shoulders and back. Another squirt and I was moving south. I used my thumbs to work the oil into her buttocks and gloried in the view as my motions parted her cheeks and I got a great view of what lay beneath. I drizzled a drop into her crease and she gasped as my thumb rubbed oil around her anus and inner thighs. Her hips raised slightly and I did another run, lingering over her rosebud and making it nice and oily.
Beside me, April was working on Marnie’s breasts, rubbing heavy duty suncream into the heavenly spheres, covering her shoulderblades and working cream into her belly. She knelt down to do Marnie’s legs and was once again very close to Marnie’s pussy. She looked up at the other girl’s face and gave her a cheeky grin, before turning her around and lathering up her ass and legs.
Properly covered in product and as horny as all getup, we swapped places. Catherine covered me in suncream, making sure to properly work the crevices and curves of my body. Marnie oiled April into submission, leaving her a jelly-legged mess from all the touching and stroking.
We’d been so focused on each other that we hadn’t noticed our audience until we were ready to go to the water. Looking up in a horny daze, we saw that at least half a dozen men were in the vicinity. Some were trying not to obviously look, and failing. Others were openly watching us, rock hard cocks in their hands and slowly stroking themselves. I was taken aback. Is this how nudist beaches usually worked? But Marnie took it all in stride, tugging each of us forward and down the beach to the water.
We stepped gingerly around the rocks and found a clear spot in the ocean and lay back to cool down in the crystal clear water. I sat beneath Catherine, holding her up so she could float on her back, admiring her body and gently stroking her buttocks under the water.
“Enjoying yourselves?” a man’s voice came from behind me. I turned to see who was there and saw a couple of young guys – older than us, but younger than my brother – approaching. One had dreadlocks and very dark skin. The other was a ginger with bright blue eyes and bright red skin.
“Holy fuck,” said Marnie. “Does that hurt?”
“Ah sure,” said the redhead in a strong Irish accent. “I didn’t realise the sun would be so strong so early. I’ll pay for it tomorrow but for now I’m grand.”
And grand he was. Both of them were lean and muscled. Both of them sported incredible erections. Neither of them seemed to notice what was sticking out in front of them. April let them know in no uncertain terms that she had indeed noticed.
“You guys look like you could carry two cups of coffee and twelve doughnuts at the same time,” she said, marvelling.
“Ah, but have we finally met the girls who could eat the last two doughnuts?” grinned the dreadlocked dude. We all laughed. There were introductions all around. The one with the dreadlocks was called Ken. The crispy celt was Sean. They were both in Melbourne on holidays and thought this would be a good story to tell when they got back.
I knew from Marnie’s story of the night before that although she’d gotten laid, April hadn’t. And she was just fixated on the cocks bobbing just above the water in front of her. Finally, she just blurted.
“God. I just want to touch them.”
The men smiled broadly and the rest of us laughed. But they moved forward towards her.
“Well, what sort of gentlemen would we be that didn’t grant a lady her wish?” said Sean. He reached out a hand and drew April towards him, lowering her hand to his cock. I darted a look back to the shore, but the voyeuristic crowd seemed to have moved on and nobody was obviously watching us.
“Nice,” cooed April, stroking Sean’s cock in a daze of lust. He was still grinning. “Come on you, I said I wanted to touch them, not just one of them. Ken stepped up beside his friend and April’s hand shot out to take his cock in her grasp. “Fuck yes, this is the life.”
“Didn’t your mum teach you to share?” Marnie asked, and wriggled in beside April, dropping to her knees in the water and moving in to take a closer look at the members April held in each fist.
“No, that was your dad,” April shot back, but she relinquished her hold on Sean and Marnie reached out and pulled him closer.
“Fucking hell,” Catherine whispered in my ear. “I am not used to this sort of thing.”
“Nope,” I agreed. My arm snaked around her back. “But I’m enjoying the show. And the company.” She kissed my earlobe and we watched things unfold before us.
Marnie didn’t waste time with her hands. She pulled Sean’s cock straight to her mouth and took half the length in her mouth in one go. Sean’s eyes rolled back in his head and he gave a soft groan at the instant pleasure. Not to be outdone, April looked up at Ken.
“Let’s get those last two doughnuts.” She licked the end of his cock, took a deep breath and then engulfed him with her lips, sucking him into her mouth and impaling herself on his length. Ken gasped and then shook as she forced herself down his shaft until his cock had completely disappeared. She swallowed a couple of times, looking into his eyes, and then yanked herself back, spitting into the ocean and taking a couple of deep breaths.
“I pass the audition?” she asked, continuing to stroke the truly impressive cock. Ken nodded. “Good.” April went back to work. Sean was gasping and moaning as Marnie used her mouth and hands on his cock. Both men wore expressions as if they weren’t sure they weren’t dreaming. I wasn’t sure either. But Catherine’s hand was on my breast and mine slid across her oiled back and buttocks. So I went with the dream.
April let Ken’s cock slip from her mouth with a loud pop.
“How about you bend me over and give me a good fucking?” Ken couldn’t even respond. He just nodded dumbly. April stood and turned so that she was facing away from him and then backed up until his cock slid up along the crease of her ass. She sighed. “Fucking glorious,” she said, reaching back and tugging on him as she moved her ass up and down along his shaft. She caught my eye.
“This is going to get a bit wild,” she said. “You reckon you could provide some extra privacy?”
And that is how I ended up standing alongside Ken, with Catherine on Sean’s other side, and Marnie and April standing in front of them, poised for a good ploughing. On the beach, all they could see were four people standing close together, looking out at the waves.
At least until April slid back onto Ken’s cock. She let out a loud groan of pleasure, which caught in the sea air and carried the length of the beach.
Have you ever seen those nature documentaries where the meerkats all poke their heads up and peer towards a strange sound? As I looked over my shoulder, I saw that along the beach, eyes (and cocks) perked up at the sound of a woman’s pleasure, and as Ken and Sean both started servicing our friends, there was a susurration along the beach and a general movement towards us from interested parties.
I was fascinated by the sight of Ken’s cock sliding in and out of April. He would draw all the way out, his cock head resting against her spread lips, and then slide into her up to the hilt, causing her to cry out with pleasure with each stroke. His pace picked up with her moans. I couldn’t help it. I ran my fingers across his chest and down to rub my thumb along his cock and the joining of the two of them. April looked back at me and smiled. Ken reached back to squeeze my ass cheek with the hand not gripping her hip. I caught Catherine’s eye and nodded down at Sean. Tentatively, she reached out and grasped him at the base of his shaft so that Marnie’s pussy was slapping against her wrist.
And then it didn’t matter about the privacy from the beach, as men and couples started to appear at our sides, moving so that they could watch the action. Rigid cocks were stroked all around us, some exploding with cum as soon as they saw the action, others stoically pushing on, stroking in time with Ken and Sean’s thrusts. Nobody came within arm’s reach, which was good. With no more reason to screen the fucking couples, I detached myself from Ken and moved back to Catherine. I pressed myself against her back and started to redistribute the oil on her front, feeling my hand slide over her gorgeous body and her immediate response to my touch.
Cum sprayed from cocks all around us as we stayed the centre of attention while April and Marnie got the boning of their lives. Both women came multiple times under the pounding attention. Finally, with a loud groan, Ken pulled out and shot streamers of cum across April’s back. Sean followed shortly after, to loud applause from the onlookers.
April turned and patted Ken on the cheek.
“Nice work,” she said, before turning back to the rest of us. “Should we go and sunbathe now?”
We left the boys and our audience behind, heading further out until it was deep enough to swim, and Catherine and I helped the others clean off before we returned to the beach and our towels.
We spent all afternoon at the beach. Marnie and I retreated to the sun shade after a short time in the sun, but I was still quite pink later that night. April and Catherine were bronzed goddesses, oiled and glistening in the summer sun. I could almost see Catherine’s freckles expanding across her chest, but she didn’t seem to be worried by the sun. We would rest on the beach, and then cool down in the waves, splashing and trying to dunk each other and copping a feel wherever we could. As the sun went down, Marnie and April disappeared for awhile, with Ken and Sean tagging along behind them. Catherine and I nuzzled into each other on our towels and enjoyed a cool sea breeze on our naked bodies.
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By the time we got home it was full dark and close to midnight. The next day would see April and Catherine heading back to their own homes in preparation for their big moves. Marnie would follow shortly after and then it would be my turn. As the others prepared for bed, Catherine held my face in her hands and stared into my eyes.
“I have to go to him,” she said. I nodded.
“I love you so much,” I said.
“I love you too. That will never change, ok?”
“Hey,” I said as she turned to go. She looked back. “Can we pretend that I’m really pissed off when I catch you two out there in the morning?”
She laughed. “Whatever makes you happy.”
***
I made it through the first semester at Monash before I applied to transfer up to Canberra to join Catherine. My brother was already up there and I have no idea how that whole thing will work, but she was my best friend before she was his lover, and either way, I think we can make it work.
Come Christmas break, we’re all going to meet up with Marnie in Spain for a reunion. I’m sure that will be fun.
I’m so glad I acted on that crush.