Friday night, just before our beach day, I had an epiphany.
The drive to the other coast would take almost 6 hours round trip. That was a considerable amount of time to spend driving, particularly after everyone exhausted themselves, as you tend to do at the beach.
My solution for this was to rent an AirBnb that was local to the beach. After some searching, one location stood out due to its price and availability. The 'Coral Cabana' was a medium-sized, detached mother-in-law suite which shared property and a pool with the main house, in which the owners lived in full time. The kicker of the place was threefold: the living space contained two queen sized beds and a cot, the price was affordable, and it was within 5 minutes of the nude beach.
Unfortunately, the suite was located just across a courtyard, which housed the in ground pool, from the main home. But as most AirBnb hosts were perfectly content to leave guests alone, I didn't believe it would be an issue.
Without letting myself overthink the choice, I booked the suite for one night for four adults. Aside from the convenience of staying local, I also considered that if Jenna was "going through some things," she might need a retreat from her regular life - even if just for a weekend.
That night, I loaded my truck bed with a large cooler filled with ice and water, a variety of beach towels, my bag, and two large umbrellas, leaving plenty of room for the girl's bags.
It was still dark when I pulled into Jenna's driveway at 6 o'clock the next morning. I sent Jenna a quick text to let her know I was outside, and within 2 minutes I saw three dark blobs emerge from the front door. I got out of the truck and immediately intercepted the soft scent of perfume on the warm early-morning breeze.
The trio were dressed in a mix of tank tops, gym shorts, and flip flops, and I got the distinct impression that they had made a huge effort to be awake at that hour.
"Good morning, you three," I said, greeting them with a big smile. They returned my greeting and each gave me a small hug before climbing into the truck.
I took each of their small bags and put them in the bed, rolling the soft canvass top back over the top to keep everything contained. The truck had been my uncle's, but it was willed to me after his passing a few years before. It was larger and fancier than I could have afforded on my salary, but as it was paid off, I only had to manage the gas and insurance.
I climbed back inside to find that Jenna had taken the front passenger seat, while Rebecca sat behind me, and Gina behind Jenna. The three looked as though they'd nap for the first couple of hours, or at least until the sun came up.
"I can't believe we're finally on our way," Jenna said. She had reclined her seat a bit and still had her eyes closed, but she wore a lazy smile.
Rebecca and Gina murmured their agreement as I backed out of the driveway and started down the road.
Soft breathing sounds escaped the girls as we flew quietly across the open highway almost an hour later I had tuned the radio to a rock channel and a Ghost track barely eeked out of the speakers. A dim glow had appeared on the horizon in front of us.
"Hey," I whispered to Jenna, using the quiet as an excuse to touch her forearm gently. "Do you guys want to get some coffee or something?"
Jenna's eyes had fluttered at my touch. She looked over at me and stretched her arms and legs.
"Mmmmm, that sounds nice. Gina, Rebecca - do you guys was some caffeine?"
"I could go for an energy drink right now, actually," Gina said, also stretching.
"Same here," yawned Rebecca.
"So energy drinks all around? We'll stop at the next gas station and we can use the bathrooms and grab some snacks."
After this, the girls were much perkier, even without the caffeine yet. Rebecca and Gina chatted away about their mutual friend who had apparently just gotten engaged to a boyfriend of only two months. Jenna and I reminisced about the time an older lady had come into the store for a sandwich, which she ended up dissecting on the floor and later threw it whole into the bakery because it had "seventeen olives" instead of twenty like she had asked.
Jenna had taken up reenacting the woman's wild facial expression as we pulled into the gas station.
The girls climbed out of the truck as I fished my wallet out of the door pocket. Gina held the front door open for us and I noticed how she was dressed for the first time. Gina wore loose, short gym shorts with a thin, white tank top. The material looked like some kind of gossamer cotton and the tips of her nipples very easily created little points, though I could tell they weren't quite hard yet. A considerable amount of her sideboob was exposed to me as she held the door. I was pretty sure that her areolas were millimeters away from escaping the paper-thin fabric. She flashed me a knowing smile as I walked in.
We all used the bathroom and met in front of the cooler door where a small selection of energy drinks were arranged. Rebecca and Jenna were also wearing tiny, loose shorts, but their tank tops were much more conservative.
At the counter, we each paid for our drinks, while Gina seemed to hang behind while looking over some protein bars. Her turn came last and I saw that the store's chilly air had turned her nipples into fine points as she walked over to the counter. The clerk, a middle aged man with a chubby face, eyed her as she placed her drink and a small bar down. Gina pretended not to notice and leaned sideways against the counter. As he scanned her items, I saw her shift her upper body slightly and her left nipple slid outside of her shirt and hooked on the edge of the fabric.
The clerk's eyes locked into the dark pink bud and he fumbled with the protein bar.
"Uh, that's four fifty seven."
"What? That's extortion," she said, feigning incredulousness poorly. "I only brought three dollars."
Rebecca and Jenna, previously chatting about their favorite flavors of the beverage, turned to look at Gina. They both smiled immediately when they understood what she was doing.
Gina looked the clerk in his eyes as she leaned a little further, causing her whole left boob to fall out of the tank top. The clerk strained to keep his eyes locked on Gina's, but he quickly gave in and appraised her chest with awe.
"That... That should be fine," he finally managed to say. Gina smiled up at him.
She fished three dollar bills from her waistband and passed them over. As she brought her hand back across the counter, she picked up her drink and pressed it up against her exposed nipple. The chill and condensation from the can caused her bud to glisten and stand fully erect. She gave the clerk a smile and turned to leave, not stopping to tuck herself back away.
Another man held the door open for us and he was visibly shocked to see Gina's whole boob out as she sauntered out past him.
"Jesus, Gina," Rebecca chastised as we all got back into the truck, "why don't you just pull your shirt off next time?"
"I probably could've gotten all that for free if I had," Gina said, ignoring Rebecca's tone.
I glanced at Jenna, wondering if she had told the others about the drive thru expedition. I couldn't read her, so I decided to keep quiet unless it was brought up.
"Anyway, I wouldn't have done it if I thought I couldn't get away with it. You saw how he was staring at my chest when we walked up; I just wanted to have a little fun. It's not like we're going to wear anything at the beach later."
