"Where did you delinquents run off and disappear to? Christ, you two look like you just won the lotto!"
We were all in the kitchen, and John was smirking at a grinning Dave and Summer. Dave was in his shorts, t-shirt, and sandals. Summer stood beside him wearing only her amazingly tiny terry cloth beach shorts and sheer cover-up top, which was buttoned at just one spot a few inches below her bare breasts. Made of a pale pink gauze material, it hung loosely above her belly button to reveal a beautiful expanse of golden brown skin down to the upper edge of her skimpy shorts. Since her sheer cover-up wasn't designed to be worn without a bikini top or bra, her excited breasts were essentially naked, and her shorts were so small that if she'd had any pubic hair it would've shown in the valley formed by her hip bones and lower abdomen. Instead, the front of her shorts offered a captivating view of her satin-smooth mound. In the back, more than half of her bewitching bottom was exposed.
Rather than answer John's question, Summer chose to deflect. "Where did
you
guys go? You totally ditched us!"
"We went to grab some stuff for the football games on New Year's Day," Aaron said, and John punched him in the shoulder.
Summer laughed, "Oh, my god! You guys are the worst liars ever!"
She turned her attention to a sheepish Dave, who was idly picking a piece of nonexistent lint from his t-shirt. "You said they went off to play basketball, so you're in on this too! Okay, fine, if you guys are really that desperate to keep some huge secret from me, why don't we just build you a nice, big
Calvin and Hobbes
treehouse with a 'No Girls Allowed!' sign! You monkeys can sit up there and scheme your dorky schemes, without having to worry about some kooties-carrying GIRL hanging around to foil your dastardly plans!"
We were all beaming at her, and she couldn't help but get caught up in it.
"Fine. Whatever you guys are up to, it just better be good," she grinned.
"Now hold on there, missy," Aaron said. "Let's get back to you two. Where were you, and why does Dave look like even more of a drooling mongoloid than usual?"
"Hold on, gentlemen," I said. "I recognize that look. I'd bet my left nut that Summer had another adventure while we were away. I would also guess from his goofy expression that Summer must have included Dave in her latest escapade. Is that about right, Dave?"
"A gentleman never kisses and tells..." Summer said, protecting her gallant knight's honor.
"Fine," said John. "Dave is a gentleman, so he's off the hook, but you're not. There's no rule against a lady kissing and telling, so spill it!"
A grinning Summer playfully kicked John in the stomach, and he caught her foot in his hands. As they stumbled together into the den, he held on; Summer was forced to hop around awkwardly, laughing at him to let her go while calling him every foul and perfectly accurate name in the book.
Even hopping around so gracelessly, Summer still managed to draw gasps from Aaron and especially Dave, who stood right beside her. At the best of times, her beach shorts only
just
covered the bare necessities. Sans her g-string panties, with one leg raised to waist level? Adding to the sexy tableau was her barely-there top shifting back and forth over her jiggling tits.
Truly, we were being treated to a rare combination of erotic beauty and slapstick comedy. As Summer twisted and hopped around on one leg, her breasts kept bouncing into the open, and her tiny shorts were gapping to expose her naked pussy. With the way her lower mouth was also jumping up and down and winking open and closed, even her gorgeous pussy looked like it was giggling happily!
"Incredible," Aaron said to Dave, who could only nod in agreement.
"Let me go!" cried Summer.
"Speak, and ye shall be set free!" John crowed, adding a hearty baritone laugh.
Summer was hopping, twisting, and slapping at John to let her go, and I guess Dave became concerned for her safety, perhaps thinking she'd wrench her knee or something. I don't know, but for whatever reason, he came to her rescue by holding her up from behind. Wrapping his hands around her waist, he lifted her until she was crotch high, stretched out between himself and John.
"Haaaa!" Summer exulted, laughing at John. "Whatcha gonna do now, smart guy? At least someone here has a shred of chivalry!"
Suspended in the air between them, a giggling, twisting Summer was playfully kicking John in the stomach with her newly emancipated hopping foot. John would try to catch it, only to have her kick him with her other foot.
Quickly realizing he'd been defeated, he abruptly let her go, and with her legs spread wide her lower body dropped unceremoniously to the floor--
thump!
Dave was still holding her upright, his forearms having slid beneath her armpits. When she'd fallen, his wrists had tugged on her wispy top to the point that her one button had popped open.
He suddenly realized that he was cupping her naked breasts.
"Jeez, cop a feel, why don't you?" she grinned, looking up at him. Trying to balance herself, she was leaning back against him with her knees bent and her legs spread.
Glancing down, she smiled at the sight of his large hands holding her breasts.
Blushing furiously, Dave quickly released her, although not before we were again treated to a clear shot of her naked pussy through the leg holes of her tiny shorts. Having taken his hands away, he'd also left her breasts completely bare.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to--"
"I was only kidding, sweetie!" she said, cutting him off with a beautiful grin. "Everyone else in this house keeps having 'accidents' where I end up naked, so how could I be mad at you when you do it too? Besides, you're the only one who always defends my honor when I'm attacked by these brutish louts!"
Still grinning, she dismissively waved her hand in the general direction of John and Aaron, who laughed at her praise.
With Dave still kneeling behind her she demurely pulled her top closed, though she made no move to button it. Instead, she let the two sides of her sheer blouse rest loosely atop her erect nipples as she reached back over her head to take his hands and bring them below her breasts. Snuggling into him, she cupped their hands together on her bare stomach.
"Oh, okay," she said, skootching down a bit to lay her shoulders in Dave's lap. He was sitting Indian-style behind her, and her legs were still spread. I could definitely see her pussy through the gaping leg holes of her tiny shorts. I was pretty sure Aaron and John could too, as they were standing on either side of me. "I'll tell you guys what happened..." she continued, with a patient smile. Closing her eyes, she began casually lolling her knees open and closed.
Although she lay nearly naked between us on a hardwood floor, she seemed quite relaxed. She was simply remarkable, and so incredibly sexy.
"We went to the beach together, David and I..." she began, caressing Dave's hands atop her bare tummy.
"Yeah...and?" asked a grinning John, kneeling to take a seat beside her hip. Aaron and I did likewise, forming a circle around her. John sat to her left, I was down by her feet between her spread legs, and Aaron cozied up to her right thigh.
"So, once we'd picked a good spot," she continued, smiling to herself with her eyes closed, "I peeled off this top and slipped out of these little shorts. David and I played together in the surf."
Dave smiled at her, and she squeezed his hands. She was obviously leaving out the pertinent stuff. Just as obviously, they were thoroughly enjoying her little tease.
John asked, "You went naked in the ocean, just like that?"
"Oh, didn't I mention that I had something on beneath these little cover-ups?"
"No, you didn't," I chuckled, stroking her ankle.
Smiling softly, she lay her foot in my lap. "My mistake," she said, her eyes still closed. "No, I didn't just run naked into the ocean. I had my bikini on."
Aaron grinned, "Your bikini seems to have gone missing, Summer. All I see is you beneath your beautiful outfit."
"Oh, David has it somewhere," she smiled.
"Yep," Dave said, patting her beach bag. "It's right here. That is one niiiice bikini."
"You sure did seem to like it," she purred, reaching up behind her head to cup his face and playfully tickle his chin. "I wore my Wicked Weasel, the pink g-string bikini. You know the one," she said, opening her eyes to look at me. Running her left foot along the outside of my thigh, she shot me a devilish smile as her tiny shorts gapped further on that side.
I could see her inner labia moistly parting, revealing her pink center. When I began to caress her thigh, she spread her legs quite a bit wider, fully opening herself to us.
Also, when she'd brought her hands to Dave's face, the left side of her blouse fell from her breast. She saw it slip away; biting her lip, she closed her eyes again.
She was definitely turned on, and more than a little nervous.
Dave leaned down to cover her back up. She placed her hand over his, pressing it firmly to her breast. "Thank you, sweetie. I don't think these other guys will help me at all," she cooed, her lips parting into another soft smile when he began gently squeezing and caressing her beautiful breast.
"Yeah, yeah," John said, clearly agitated. "What happened next?"
"My, aren't you the excitable boy! So curious!" she giggled.
"'What happened next, Summer?'"
she repeated teasingly. Smiling, she turned to Aaron. "What would you guess happened next?" Taking his hand, she set it high on her thigh. She had Dave's hands on her breast and bare stomach, Aaron's hand on her inner thigh, and I was caressing her calf. Only John wasn't touching her as she continued to smile at Aaron.
Smiling right back, Aaron caressed her supple skin, his circling fingertips drawing nearer and nearer to her pussy. "Well, I would guess that you made Dave and a lot of other lucky beachgoers very happy."
She looked up at Dave. "Only a few, huh?"
