I woke up the next morning before Rachel. I watched her peaceful face slumber a moment before lifting the sheet and staring down at her naked front. When she was on her back, her natural breasts sank back into her chest somewhat, but still stuck out significantly from the side and front. Her nipples, relaxed and soft for the first time since I picked her up yesterday, rose and fell with her breaths. Beyond, her soft tummy led to her pubic hair, the same dark brown as the rest of her hair. She kept a furry V between her legs, though she waxed her bikini line and kept the hair short cropped. I loved it.
"Good morning," she cooed. I looked up to see her watching me check her out. "Hope you got a good look."
"Just trying to see what all my friends saw yesterday," I said.
"Oh hush," she groaned, rolling over into me. Neither of us had gotten dressed since having sex last night, and her naked body pressing against mine helped wake me up some. We stared at each other a moment before she continued. "I actually have a confession to make."
My heart raced. What could she mean? What else happened while I was napping yesterday? Did something happen in the middle of the night? She sighed and then continued.
"I wanted to tease your friends some yesterday. It went a lot farther than I had planned, but I was going to at least a little," she said. "I grew up always being one of the guys because I knew that if I tease them a little... tease them with my body, I mean... they're always nicer. I wanted your friends to like me, so, well... that's why I wore what I did yesterday."
"The swimsuit?" I asked. She laughed.
"Yes, that too. Well, kinda. I had worn that thin tank top and shorts without underwear because I knew they'd be able to see my boobs and butt wobble around. I figured since I wasn't actually showing anything it'd be no big deal."
"But then you fell in the pool."
She laughed again. "Exactly! Gosh, I was so embarrassed. They could basically see my boobs. And then my shorts fell down. It wasn't how I wanted to meet them, but thankfully they were all gentlemen about it. So I wanted to reel it back a bit, but then remembered that I only packed revealing bathing suits. I knew that one-piece was too small, but it wasn't until I put it on for the first time yesterday that I realized how truly small it had become. And then after the back kept riding up and showing my whole butt and the front kept flying open and showing my whole chest. It was humiliating, I felt like some kind of cheap slut. I didn't want to feel that way, so after a little while, I figured the damage had been done and the only way for me to take control of the situation was to own it. So I stopped acting like I noticed or cared when I was exposed, and that helped me feel a lot better about it all. Plus, the guys were loving it so much, and I was so happy they had accepted me right away, so I didn't want to stop it."
"There's gotta be a line, though," I said.
"You're right. I was thinking the same. I don't want them thinking you brought me here to be everyone's sex toy. They're your best friends and they've already seen my boobs butt and even felt my butt a lot. So I'll be better today," she said. "But I hope I can still be a little flirty. It'll make sure the guys have a good time this week and then we'll all have fun. Plus, then I can tell you about it tonight when we're back in this bed together."
"Just keep it tame. You're still my girlfriend, not theirs," I said.
She said of course and we had sex. It was sweet and tender, which was a welcome difference from the craziness of the previous night. Afterward, we got dressed in our swimsuits because she wanted to spend the day laying out on the beach at the lake.
She wore one of her bikinis this time. This one was a pale blue, matching her eyes. It provided moderate coverage, as much as any bikini really could with her body. The bottom creases of her buttcheeks were still visible, as was the significant expanse of cleavage on top, but at least it held itself in place, unlike her suit yesterday.
We went downstairs to find Kyle making bacon and eggs for everyone while Andrew and Mike played Mario Kart in the living room. Naturally, they paused and gaped at Rachel as she walked through the room in her bikini.
"Oh, my breakfast hero!" Rachel cooed when she saw Kyle cooking, and bounced over to him. She embraced him from behind, pressing her bulging bosom into his back. He blushed and stammered out a good morning. "I didn't know you were such a good provider," she continued, and he just stuttered and coughed in reply. I poured myself a cup of coffee and looked over at them. She had one hand pressed flat against his chest, rubbing one of his nipples through his shirt. Her other hand was on his lower abdomen, caressing the strip of skin below his navel that showed between his T-shirt and swim trunks.
"I'm, uh... I just know how to cook a few basic things," he managed, trying to concentrate on the stove and her caresses at the same time.
"Well, it smells wonderful," she said. Her bottom hand fingered the top edge of his trunks, before dipping its fingertips under the band. I knew she wasn't reaching in far enough to touch his dick, but I was pretty sure she was running her fingers through his pubic hair. His dick grew and pushed against the front of his trunks. He looked up at me, red in the face, and I quickly ducked away. Rachel wanted to be a little flirty, but still behave, and I wanted to give her the chance to prove to me that she could.
When I turned away, I saw that Mike and Andrew had entered and were watching Rachel's ass as she rubbed herself against Kyle. I asked them to help me set the table to distract them, and they did so unwillingly. When we were done, she told us to sit down and she'd serve us. We took our spots at the four chairs surrounding the table and she went to each one of us, dishing bacon and eggs onto each of our plates. When she did, the guy getting served got a wonderful view of her cleavage as she leaned over right in front of his face. Meanwhile, each guy behind her leaned back to enjoy the view of her smooth backside bent over.
When she was done, she returned to the table with a plate of her own, but nowhere to sit. Mike scooted his chair out and patted her on the butt. "Got you a seat right here," he said, smirking. His semi-hard dick pressed against the front of his trunks. The deal was clear: she could sit on his lap, but he'd feel free to rub his boner all over her ass. She stared at his crotch a moment, then looked to Kyle.
"Kyle should get to choose where I sit since he cooked," she said. Blushing, he pushed his chair out a little.
"You could sit on my lap," he said. "I mean, if you want, I don't want to, uh..."
"My gosh, Kyle, you're so sweet," she said, sitting down down sideways on his lap, the bulge in his trunks nestling itself between her lucious cheeks. Her bust sat invitingly right under his chin. "First you cook me breakfast, then you let me sit my fat ass on you while we eat." He tried to mumble something in response, but she started slipping off. "Oh no! Kyle, you'll have to hold onto me to make sure I don't fall off," she said.
He mumbled a sorry and put his arm around her back, resting his hand on the outside of her thigh. "You'll have to hold me better than that!" she exclaimed and grabbed his hand, pulling it over her thigh and resting it against her lower abdomen, right above her swimsuit bottom where she had been stroking him. The message seemed clear to me, she wanted him to return the favor. He wasted no time in stroking the top edge of her bottoms.
We talked as a group about our plans for the day. We all agreed we should spend the day down at the beach since it was the first full day. After a few minutes, I looked back over at Rachel and Kyle. His fingers had slipped under the edge of her bottoms, and it looked like he was caressing the top of her pubic hair like she had him. I looked up at her, raising an eyebrow. She mouthed at me that it was okay.
I kept an eye on them the rest of the meal, making sure he didn't try to go lower and actually finger my girlfriend in front of me. One time I looked over to notice half his hand was inside her suit and moving around her crotch. Rachel must have noticed it at the same time, because as soon as I looked over, she grabbed his wrist and moved out of her suit and laid it to rest on the front of her suit. His hand cupped her pussy, but at least there was a fabric barrier and he wasn't moving it (that I could tell).
When we got up to clean up, I noticed Kyle sneakily sniff the fingers on that hand. Damn, I thought, he must have actually touched her pussy. So much for her plan to keep it under control today. But at least she stopped it right away. I don't know how long he was doing that before I looked over, but I wanted to give Rachel the benefit of the doubt. I knew she had lots of guy friends growing up, so she had to know how to handle them. As we cleaned up, Mike and Andrew joked that they were going to cook the next meals so that Rachel could sit on their thrones.
We headed down the path to the lakefront beach on the property. The beach was small, but isolated from the other properties around the lake. We could see other people enjoying the lake, in boats or out, but they were too far away to really see or hear. For all intents and purposes, we were alone here.
"Thanks for being so welcoming, you guys," Rachel said as she spread out her towel. "I felt bad about intruding on your vacation, but you have really made me feel like just one of the guys."
Kyle and Andrew smiled at her, but before they could respond, Mike butted in. "Well, you're not really one of the guys yet."
"What do you mean?" she asked, suddenly worried.
"We're all topless," he said, pointing at us in only our trunks. "But you're still wearing one."
"Very funny, Mike," I responded sarcastically.
"Guys don't wear bikini tops," he said, shrugging.
"She's not taking off her-" I started.
"So you want me to do this?" she interrupted. She turned her back to them, facing me, and winked. She reached behind her and undid her top, pulling it off and revealing her breasts to me. The guys cheered and she blushed instantly. I gaped at her, unsure how to react. She covered her breasts with one arm and hand and turned back to them, throwing her top at Mike.
