by Anette Stern
“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.”
Lucky? Katie opened her eyes, and saw that Serena had taken off her thong as well. So we’re both naked.
“Your turn?” Katie croaked, the words difficult to muster amid the glaze over her thoughts.
Serena smiled. “Already took care of it. Maybe you can give me another backrub instead,” she said, and laid down face first onto her towel.
Chapter 4
A swell of aromas hit Katie’s senses as they entered, but cocktail shrimp with sauce, green salad and a margarita were on Katie’s mind as the waiter showed the two of them to their table at the Buena Vista, the resort restaurant. And to Katie’s delight, the margaritas came swiftly. And they were big. They were sweet, almost minty, and flavored with some tropical fruit that Katie couldn’t immediately identify.
“It’s totally mango,” Serena insisted. She had changed back into the white sundress that Katie had picked out earlier. And but for its color it seemed almost a match of Katie’s own yellow sundress. Without looking too closely, one might think they had gotten it off the same rack. But it was different, even if the differences came down to the brand and cut. It had to be.
But the cut she couldn’t stop thinking about was the cut of Serena’s bikini bottoms, though. What was it about seeing them that had possessed her to take her top off in return? And just how did they end up naked?
“It’s not mango,” Katie retorted, taking a si
p just to be sure. It certainly didn’t taste like mango, anyway. But what the heck was it?
“We’ll fight it out,” Serena offered, putting up her dukes, and Katie nearly spit out her drink laughing. There. Some distraction is nice. She needed something to bring her mind away from the afternoon, away from the thoughts of straddling Serena as she gave her that backrub she’d asked for, pulling up her long sun-blonde hair and draping it over her shoulder to start at her shoulders with gentle pressure, then sliding down her back inch by inch until she finally had to settle her hips down on one of Serena’s thighs in order to massage her butt. Biggest muscle on the body, right? Serena had said, and indeed Katie had spent a little longer than she had expected there before finally moving to Serena’s legs. She noticed that. But what she hoped Serena hadn’t noticed was how firmly her vagina had pressed into Serena’s leg as she continued.
“I think we can ask the waiter,” Katie suggested helpfully, and as she said the words she noticed out of the corner of her eye a new waiter coming their way.
“Oh, hello,” Serena said, looking the same direction as Katie. “Can I keep him?”
The waiter, a tall and dark-skinned Latino man, approached with a towel on his arm. He was handsome in his own way, and wore a crisp black shirt and black pants, with a bright white tie and polished white shoes that Katie couldn’t help but notice. And there was something about the way he carried himself, something that Katie couldn’t yet figure out.
“Good evening, mesdames,” the waiter said in a high and lilting voice, his heavy Latin accent thick and straining against the French affectation of his words. “I will be your new waiter. My name is Marco. I have come to inform you that your dinner will be ready right away. Is there anything I can do for you now?”
Katie looked, and it seemed as though Serena’s face had went blank for just a split second before a big smile opened up again. “No thank you, we’re fine.”
“Si,” Katie added, and the waiter bowed gently.
“Very good. I will return shortly with the lady’s dinners. And perhaps another margarita for you, Miss?” Katie looked down to see that she had already nearly finished her margarita.
“Ahh, maybe in a little while,” Katie dodged, wanting one but not badly enough to ask for it just yet. She swirled the remainder of the drink around the wide, long-stemmed margarita glass.
“Yes madame, as you like.” Marco looked toward the kitchen, and snapped his fingers. “Ah hah, I see that your dinner should be ready by now. I will bring it here.” With that the handsome waiter turned, his motions elegant and dance-like as he moved across the floor.
Serena put her head in her hands. “He’s totally gay.”
“I know!” That was what had been bothering Katie. “He’s our totally awesome gay waiter.”
“Hah! It’s probably for the best. Who knows what kind of trouble we could get into here.”
Dinner came as swiftly as the waiter had promised, and Katie’s cocktail shrimp came with both a traditional red cocktail sauce and a mango-infused (yes, surely it was mango this time) sweet dipping sauce. The salad came drizzled in vinaigrette and crumbled cheese, with minced onions and croutons exploding with flavor inside her mouth.
As for the shrimp, Katie couldn’t decide which sauce she liked best, and alternated nibbles between each cup of sauce. The girls ate in relative silence, and Katie realized only now just how famished she had been all day. The package of peanuts on the flight down here, the little torta served on the bus ride to Punta Hermosa, and the margarita at the hotel bar just before the morning massage had most definitely not been enough for the day.
Another margarita had found its way to Katie’s table, this one flavored with coconut at Katie’s behest, and Katie sipped it between bites of green salad and the shrimp, envious of Serena’s ability to eat… well, at least a bit more than Katie.
Serena’s spaghetti marinara surprised Katie by even being on the menu. The menu was surprisingly diverse, in fact, and the Italian pasta choices offered seemed no less at home than the traditional Mexican dishes ‘prepared just like the original way’, according to the menu’s somewhat broken English. There were even some quite ordinary American choices as well, including a delicious-looking hamburger and several steaks, although to Katie’s gratitude there were most decidedly no French fries. She needed to hang onto her bikini body for at least a week, and French fries were her weakness.
Serena twirled the spaghetti on her fork, and for some reason Katie thought back to that famous scene from Lady and the Tramp. Well, neither of us are tramps, anyway. So that’s out.
“What are you thinking about?” Serena asked out of the blue, slurping a long spaghetti noodle into her mouth.
What am I thinking about? The question seemed crazy to Katie for a moment. Shouldn’t it be obvious? We practically played doctor out there. But maybe that was good, she reasoned. Guess I’m not such an open book after all.
Katie crunched the last garlic crouton of her salad when it hit her—just how bone-crushingly tired she was. “When did we get off the plane again?” she asked, yawning.
Serena looked at her phone. “It was 6AM, so, like fifteen hours ago. I’m as tired now as when I flew to Italy. Something about that bus ride did it.” The long bus ride from the airport had been exhausting as well, and even relaxing on the beach and getting a massage hadn’t done enough to lift her energy enough for the day.
“I’m beat. I want to go to bed. That’s what I’m thinking about.”
Serena nodded. “Yeah. I’m worn out too. And I don’t see any cute boys at the bar here. Our waiter doesn’t look like our type.”
Katie giggled. “If only. Let’s finish our drinks,” she said, and took a long drink.
“In Italy they lock their arms before they drink,” Serena said. “And then they do it all in one go.”
“Shit. Already finished mine,” Katie said, again swirling the last few drops of the margarita at the bottom of her glass. “Next time. Where do we pay?”
“It’s all inclusive. We’re set,” Serena said, and pushed in her chair as she stood up, her knife and fork crossed over her plate.
Chapter 5
A bottle of wine at their door on the first evening was the resort’s customary greeting to new visitors at the resort, to Katie’s delight, and Serena grabbed it on the way in. Katie began pulling off her sundress before even entering their room.
“Ooh, sexy!” Serena laughed, and shouted down the hall out the door. “Hey look everyone, my friend Katie is sexy!”
“Shut the door!” Katie yelled, bouncing in her red bikini over to the door and pushing on it to close it.
“She’s gonna take her top off!” Serena yelled through the crack before Katie finally got the door shut, then stuck her tongue out for Katie. “Fine, it’s all for me then.”
“You wish!” Katie taunted, pressing her nose up into Serena’s face, and then turned around and unhooked her bikini top. “Where are the towels? I’m going to take a shower.”
“In the bathroom, duh. Where’s the wine opener?” Serena asked, locking the door behind them. She began to rummage through the drawers in the entertainment center.
“On the table, duh,” Katie said, pulling down her bikini bottoms and tossing them into the corner as she walked into the bathroom.
“Ooh, someone’s naked again!”
“Shower!” Katie pushed the bathroom door shut with her foot. It didn’t latch. Not like we haven’t seen each other all over today already. Katie grabbed a towel and turned the water on. Instantly hot, just the way she liked it.
The soap in the shower was creamy white and smooth, and wrapped a foil gold wrapper. It smelled of fresh laundry and roses, and Katie ran the tiny bar up and down her body, under her arms and between her breasts in slow and sensuous motions. It feels like heaven, she thought as she spread the lather over her flat and smooth belly, down her hips and up her legs. The shower was steamy, and the glass walls of the shower had already f
ogged over.
Hmm.
The door to the bathroom was still open, just a bit. But maybe…
Just a touch was all she wanted, a quick thrill before going on with her shower.
Oh God. It felt electric, a surge of pleasure at the first brush of her fingertip over her clitoris. Had she been holding all this back today?
I have to stop. Serena’s going to see this. Yet against her will she leaned forward into the shower wall, propping herself up with one hand while she pressed into her clitoris, making circular and rhythmic strokes with her middle finger. It was too much, too powerful. Waves of pleasure coursed through her body. I have to stop. And then…
Oh God. Katie heard the bathroom door swing open, and she steadied herself at the last second before the shower door swung open as well.
“Got your wine,” Serena said as she stepped naked into the shower, holding two thin-stemmed glasses of a slightly bubbly white wine. “Moscato!” She extended one to Katie, who took the stem between her fingers and cupped it. That’s one way to get out of my own thoughts for a minute, Katie thought to herself.
But the respite didn’t last long, she realized, and she felt a thousand urgent thoughts again clamoring for her attention as she sipped the sweet moscato. Her first real chance to look at Serena’s body as they stood under the shower water thrust her right back into a whorl of shocking imaginations she never thought would once again cross her mind. Serena’s body was right there—right there.
And it was sexy. Katie had never felt such a surge, a rush at the sight of another woman before, even Serena. Even when they were teenagers, with hormones crashing through her head and all the talk about boys and girls blurring itself into the mishmash of nervous energy that turned into sleepovers and cuddling in their underwear—she had never so plainly and brazenly seen her as a sexual being before as she did now.