Teen girls discover the thrill of being nude in public
(Author's note: Very special thanks to LunaRosa for the focused and perceptive editing. This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18 years of age or older.)
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We're almost there, at last. Our annual beach vacay.
I'm Caitlin Reilly. If you assume from my name that my grandparents are all first-generation Irish-American, and that I have red hair, green eyes, and five hundred freckles, you're right. Except it's probably more like a thousand freckles.
I turned eighteen last May. That makes me a Taurus. If you assume from that that I'm stubborn, adventurous, and competitive, you're right. Except I hate the word "stubborn." "Focused," "tenacious," those are better words.
I'm an only child. If you assume from that that I'm spoiled, bossy, maladjusted, or lonely, you're wrong. I'm naturally outgoing, and I was raised to be fair to everyone: friendly, supportive and reliable to people my own age, and respectful to my elders. I know, those are old-fashioned values, but they work quite well for me, even in today's irreverent world.
Every summer, my family spends a week at the beach. Always in mid-July, and always with the Wilsons, the Coopers, and the Andersons.
Outwardly, our families have nothing in common. We live in different states. The adults all work in different fields. The bond is, the older generation went to college together, all eight of them. Whatever connection they made there, it's a strong one. They share one other major thing: each couple produced an only child, a daughter. All of us were born within a few months of each other.
We've been vacationing together since I was four, in various combinations. I've become quite close with the other girls: Alyssa, Danielle, and Jessica. Like our parents, we're quite diverse in our interests, seemingly without much in common. But also like our parents, there's chemistry at work there, and we have a great time when we're together.
For the last ten years it's been all four families, with only a few exceptions. One year, Mr. Anderson's mother died the day before we were due to travel. Another time, the Wilsons all had a summer flu bug. Last year, we were the ones that didn't make it -- my mom had an emergency appendectomy on the day before we were due to leave. (She made it through fine.)
So I haven't seen my friends for two years, and this particular two years has been quite dramatic.
When we got back home two years ago, my mom noticed I was kind of down. I thought I was hiding it, and I was determined not to talk about it, but she finally drew me out. "Mom, surely you noticed that Alyssa, Danielle, and Jessica have all become curvy, and developed breasts. Look at me: I'm just a bean pole. I have no hips, and no tits. I'll never catch up to them." I told you: I'm a Taurus -- intense, competitive.
"Cait, when's your birthday?"
"May, mom, do you really not remember?"
"When's Alyssa's?"
"September."
"And Danielle's?"
"December."
"And Jessica's?"
"October. What's your point?"
"You tell me, what do you think my point is?"
I rolled my eyes and sighed. "They're seven or eight months older than I am, so of course they're more developed."
"Good. Did I ever tell you about when I was a teenager?"
"Only about a jillion times, mom."
"What do you remember me telling you about when I was a teenager?"
"You were what they call a 'late bloomer.'"
"So, do you think your dad liked me and married me even though I never developed?"
"No, mom, you eventually developed, and dad liked you because you DID develop."
"He NOTICED me because I did develop. He liked me and married me because..."
"Because you're a good person. I get it mom. Lesson over."
"Not so fast. What do you get?"
"My friends are half a year older than me, and I'm probably a late bloomer. (sigh) I'll catch up."
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That was two years ago. I don't know if I've caught up or not, but I've certainly developed a figure. I don't like talking about it, it sounds like bragging, but let's just say that I did grow hips -- my boyfriend calls them my "wonder buns" when no adults are around. And I did get breasts, 34Cs to be exact. I guess that's good... my boyfriend doesn't have any cute sayings or nicknames for them because it's clear that when he even just thinks about them, his mind comes to a complete halt.
Anyway, the point is, my little inferiority complex is long gone. Whether or not I've "caught up," I can't wait to see my friends.
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Sunday morning. We took off in the car obscenely early, before dawn, and arrived at the beach a little past noon. As usual, we were the last ones to arrive -- we live the farthest away. We parked, and entered the hotel to check in. Alyssa, Danielle, and Jessica must have seen us pull up, because as soon as I walked through the door into the lobby, they ambushed me. There was much hugging, jumping in place, squealing, and general happiness. I noticed several of our moms and dads looking over, with warm smiles on their faces.
Apparently, there was no agenda for Sunday afternoon, other than get some lunch and get settled. The parents all wanted us all to go out to lunch together, but the girls already had other plans -- they got the folks to leave us some money, so we could eat at the little poolside grill. "Don't go in the water for an hour after you eat," our moms said, and we all groaned and pointed out that that little bit of folklore has been discredited for decades.
By the time we had eaten, the parents were back, for a minute. They had seen a sign for a local art fest they thought looked interesting. One thing we had all learned many years ago, our parents' taste in art is the polar opposite of ours, so they didn't expect us to go with them. After making sure we'd be OK, they set out, saying they'd be back for dinner, but probably after 6.
We stowed the trash from lunch. The beach was only about a ten minute walk from the hotel, but we decided that for today, being near the hotel and its concessions was better than packing a cooler and lugging it to the beach, so we commandeered four of the lounge chairs around the pool.
I have to say, as proud as I was over how I'd blossomed, my friends looked fabulous. I'm talking swimsuit-model-caliber gorgeous. They, however, only wanted to talk about me and how great they thought I looked. They demanded to know all about how the boys back home were handling it, and particularly how dad was handling it.
Speaking of dad, he was NOT happy with the bikini I was wearing, but I held my ground and insisted that it was what girls wore now, and that it was perfectly in line with what my friends would be wearing. I was right -- their bikinis were as revealing as mine, leaving very little to the imagination. I could tell that the guys lying out near us appreciated our choices in swimwear -- it was all they could do to keep their eyeballs contained in their heads.
We pulled our deck chairs into a small circle, and leaned forward, in order to have our conversation as private as possible from the nearby boys, as well as the two college-age guys working the grill.
"So, Cait, seriously, I think you ended up with the best boobs of all of us," Dani said. That worried me; whenever she gives a compliment like that, she's up to something. I didn't have to wonder long.
I shouldn't have let Aly and Jessi out of my sight -- they can be so willing to co-conspire. Before I knew it, their hands were on my back, untying the knots holding my bikini top on, and they whipped it off my chest, leaving my tits fully exposed.
Time came to a complete stop. My brain just froze. My breasts, my pure, innocent, delicate breasts, were out in the open, on full display, the sun shining on them, the breeze blowing across them, the poolside guys all looking at them.
By the time I lunged at Aly to get my top back, she had already tossed it to Jessi. Dani was laughing so hard it looked like she couldn't breathe. I charged at Jessi, who ran a zig-zag path between the deck chairs. After a couple of figure-eights through the furniture, I remembered that there were guys watching, and covered myself with my hands, my face (and my pussy) glowing in response to the show I realized I had given them.
Remember the part about being a Taurus, being competitive? I lunged at Jessi, to get my top back, but it was a fake-out -- what I was really doing was getting around to Dani's back. I pulled both the knots of her top loose, and snatched it off of her. She lunged at me, but I evaded her, and tied her top on in place of mine. That left her tits out, and she went to work trying to snag my top from Aly and Jessi.
Jessi tossed the loose top to Aly, and Dani chased after her, forgetting, like I did, to cover herself as she ran. The guys, needless to say, had huge grins on their faces. Jessi was right in front of me, watching Dani chase Aly, which meant she wasn't watching me. I untied her top and pulled it away before she could react.
Aly ran past me, followed closely by Dani, her boobs bouncing obscenely. I tossed Jessi's top to Dani, and she gratefully stopped and put it on. Now, to recap, Jessica was topless, I had on Danielle's top, Dani had on Jessi's top, and Alyssa, the only one who had not been exposed, was still holding my top.
Jessi covered her chest with one arm, and held her other hand out to Aly, who dangled the top just slightly out of reach. Jessi reached a little farther, and Aly took a half step back. Jessi reached a little farther still, and Aly took a full step back, bumping into Dani, who untied Aly's top and pulled it off, while I grabbed the top that was originally mine. Dani tossed Aly's top to Jessi, who gratefully put it on.
The three of us tossed my top amongst ourselves, letting Aly chase it. The next time I had it, I pantomimed tossing it to Dani, who pretend-tossed it to Jessi. Aly followed the motion of the gestures, and by the time she realized that the top wasn't actually flying from person to person, I had hidden it under the cushion of one of the chairs.
Aly continued rushing from one of us to the next, still trying to figure out who had the fourth top. She became aware that she was also forgetting to cover up as she ran, mainly because the guys were cheering. She stood still for a second, covered herself, stuck out her tongue, and shot them the bird. They hooted and hollered even more.
She finally gave up on finding the top, and gave up on covering herself, and came and sat with us, letting her breasts hang out, in full view. She actually sat on the cushion hiding the top. I took pity on her, and said, "You're getting really warm."
