Kaley was Darryl's girl, and everyone knew it. A true blue Aussie sheila, she was tall and tan, with a surfer's tight body and a cheeky grin that fired up everyone who saw it. Her hair was straw-blonde and straight, never worn in anything other than a simple ponytail. She didn't have time to spend on her hair and makeup in between surfing, lifeguarding, uni and fucking Darryl's brains out.
Oh yeah, Kaley was also a sex fiend. She sure didn't keep her voice down when she got fucked - which apparently happened quite often. In between raucous nights at the beach house, she would wander around in her favourite blue-and-white bikini, wiggling her ass playfully with every step. Seven of them had come on this trip: Darryl and Kaley, Alex and his girlfriend Tamsin, and three more single guys. Quentin was a big dude who liked to joke that he kept his six-pack safe under a layer of fat; Paul was a flamboyantly gay - or at least bi - Englishman who had come out to this sun-drenched corner of the world to study abroad; and Tom was the only one who seemed concerned about being single.
Six foot two and in decent shape, Tom was constantly grumbling about the girl he'd been seeing, who was supposed to come along on the trip with them but had dumped him at the last second. Now he lay awake most nights in the room next to Darryl and Kaley's, trying to block out the sound of the headboard-banging, squeal-inducing sex they were always having.
On the sixth day of the two-week outing, a Sunday, Tom was just about over it. With a mind to having a quiet word with Darryl, he hung back after everyone else hit the beach, waiting for the lovebirds to emerge from their hungover love nest.
Rather than Darryl, however, it was Kaley who stumbled out first, groaning at the sunlight which streamed in through the windows of the bach.
"It's ten o'clock already," Tom chuckled as he watched her fumble around the kitchen bench for her sunnies.
"Fuck you. Gimme some water," she groaned, groping for the tap. She still wore the bikini she had traipsed back from the campfire in last night, Tom noticed. It was a saucy little black number which showed off her C-cup tits remarkably well.
He poured her a glass and slid it down the bench, where she promptly missed the catch, fumbled the plastic tumbler and dumped it all over herself. "You cunt!" she mumbled, righting the cup and doing her best to drink what was left.
"You're in a swimsuit, you can't complain about getting wet," Tom pointed out reasonably.
"Fuck you," she said again, punching him on the arm with annoying accuracy for someone so hungover.
"Drink too much last night?" he said, wondering if he should just broach the subject with Kaley instead.
"Like ALL of the Coopers. Fuuuuck. I dunno if I can face the sun today."
"Hey, about last ni-" Tom began, but he was interrupted by Darryl emerging from the bedroom, yawning cavernously. He looked in far better shape than Kaley, though he still blinked at the bright light.
"Hey, babe," he said, throwing his arm around Kaley and kissing her on the cheek. "Sup, Tom."
"Don't kiss me."
"Wouldn't if you paid me." Darryl winked. He was a big guy, fit and muscled from his... what was it he did again? Bouldering or something? In any case, he was big. And if Kaley's tortured moans were to be believed, he was big in more ways than one.
Tom dispelled that thought quickly. "Gonna hit the waves?" he asked. "The others have already left."
"Sure," Darryl said. "Kales?"
"Nah," she said, taking another swig of water. "Might come out later if this headache fucks off, eh?"
"Good call, babe. Tom, you're not going out either? You'll shrivel up, mate."
Tom shook his head. "Just a bit tired today, that's all." There hadn't been an opportunity after all, he realised ruefully as Darryl made a beeline for the door, not even stopping to grab anything to eat.
"See you guys, then!"
With that, Tom and Kaley were alone again. She continued drinking water, eventually brightening up enough to hold a conversation.
"And then Tamsin fuckin' - she pulled the girls out, right there in front of Darryl and everyone. I could have slapped the bitch."
"No way!" Tom chuckled. "The things I miss when I go on a beer run."
"Pfft! Honestly, they weren't even that great. She's got Alex wrapped round her little finger, though. Did you know they sneak off and fuck in the shed, like every day? How nasty is that?"
"Wait, seriously? Ugh, is everyone on this trip getting some except me?" Tom groaned.
"What do y- oh," Kaley said, going a little red. "Guess you heard us last night, huh? Sorry, we were a bit wasted."
"Last night? Try every night," Tom said, grinning awkwardly as Kaley's eyes widened.
"Aw, fuck! You could hear us all along?"
"You really thought you were being quiet? Jesus, girl, everyone in the house could probably hear you." Shaking his head, Tom couldn't help but laugh. "I don't mind you guys fucking, but it makes it hard to sleep."
"Shit. Sorry 'bout that, mate." Giggling, Kaley stood and tossed her empty cup into the sink. "Ugh, that's better. I still need a shower though."
Devoid of anyone to catch him and tell him off, Tom gawked openly as she left the room, watching her tight ass wiggle away in those bikini bottoms. He heard the shower start up after a moment, and the door clicked shut.
A few minutes later, he was just contemplating the inevitably sad fate of returning to his room to jerk off to some porn on his phone when he heard a holler from the bathroom. "Tom!"
Rolling his eyes, Tom headed down the hallway to the bathroom and knocked. "What do you want?" he yelled over the sound of the water.
"Shampoo! I left it in my room!" Kaley called back.
"Okay, okay," Tom acquiesced with a grumble, traipsing down to the room Kaley shared with Darryl and heading inside.
"Ugh." The room even smelled like sex. Empty condom wrappers lay discarded on the bedside table... lots of them. A half-empty box of unused ones sat on the floor. Darryl had come prepared. Bastard.
The only clothes any of them had really brought were swimsuits, and Kaley was apparently no different. A truly absurd assortment of bikinis were strewn around the suitcase at the foot of the bed, in all the colours of the rainbow and many unfamiliar styles. Quickly he found the bottle of shampoo under a green bikini bottom and scooped it up, heading back to the bathroom.
Cautiously, he knocked on the door before opening it a crack and sticking his arm through with the bottle in hand.
"Come in here, you daft cunt. I've still got my togs on!" Kaley berated him cheerfully.
Rolling his eyes, Tom opened the door and stepped into the steamy little bathroom. Kaley was barely visible through the steamy glass of the shower door, but she was still definitely wearing the black bikini. He breathed a sigh of relief.
Kaley opened the door and reached out to take the bottle of shampoo. "Cheers," she said. After handing it to her, Tom turned to leave but Kaley snapped at him again. "Oh, stay and keep me company, for fuck's sake. I need to stay in here for, like, another hour, but it's boring as shit." Leaving the door open, she turned her attention to the shampoo bottle, squirting some of the creamy white goo into her hand before starting to apply it to her hair, leaving the door open so she could still see and hear Tom.
For his part, Tom watched in quiet awe. Even though she wasn't naked, Kaley was putting on a hell of a show. Her already-skimpy bikini was wet and plastered against her skin, showing off every curve of her body; a noticeable cameltoe had formed between her legs. Water ran down her toned body in rivulets, making her tanned skin glisten and sparkle. As the shampoo foamed up, clumps of bubbles floated around her.
"If you stare too hard you'll burn a hole in me," Kaley said over her shoulder, causing Tom to guiltily whip his eyes away.
"Sorry!" he said quickly.
"Don't apologise," Kaley giggled. "I kinda like it. See anything you like?"
"I uh... yes?" Tom answered uncertainly. What was she playing at?
"What do you see?" she prompted, closing her eyes as she rubbed shampoo into her hair.
Tom thought about it for a moment. Was this some kind of trap? But no, she seemed to just be teasing him. He figured he could play along. "I see Darryl's hot girlfriend," he answered honestly.
