The sun had risen and was on its ascent into the clear August sky when I woke up. My alarm clock read ten past ten in the morning, and I woke up with a content feeling of restfulness that had been eluding me for far too long. I threw the soft cotton sheets off my body, disgusted at how my sweat made them stick to me. It was already hot today, and I had just the cure. Our house had an in-ground pool on the back patio. Kelly and AJ, my two housemates for the summer, and I swam almost every day. After Kelly had come back from Spain, she introduced us to casual nudism, and my boyfriend and I were hooked. I hadn't worn my bikini to swim in over a month. As I lay in bed contemplating whether I should swim first or have breakfast, I reflected on the past summer. It surprised me how I had gone from a model Catholic school graduate to a sexually liberated girl in one summer. When I say Catholic school, I don't mean the porno sluts you think of when you hear that. Our uniforms were modest, we were a group of smart, competitive students, and we were, for the most part, relatively straight-edge.
Now, the opposite was true. I had lost count of the times I had had sex with my boyfriend, and in virtually every position. I had gone down on him—something I never in a million years would have thought I would do—and he had done the same for me, which was, again, something I never thought I would do. Add in the fact that my left ring finger was very much unadorned, and I surprised even myself. Before this summer, I would never have thought I'd have lost my virginity before marriage. Some girls feel pressured into sex, which is a shame. It should be a decision the two of you make, not one on the behalf of the other. With AJ, we had made our decisions together.
I stood up, my reverie complete. I decided to take a swim before I got the rest of my day started. The thing I love about sleeping nude and swimming nude was that I don't have to change before I went outside. I also found I dried off more quickly if I didn't have a suit to retain water. Even a small bikini holds a fair amount of water, which really made me cold after getting out.
Taking some sunscreen, I went outside, wearing only my two-week old belly button piercing. In celebration of my newfound slight abs and sexual freedom, I got my belly button pierced, something I'd always wanted to do, but had previously thought too wanton. I got it also to draw attention to a part of my body I was very proud of, and away from my legs and boobs. Walking outside, I found that Kelly was already sunbathing nude on the chaise lounge. Kelly had a body I would love to have. She was a little more voluptuous than me, with more drastic curves. Her perky breasts were a solid 36 D, her waist a trim 24 inches, and her hips about 35 inches. She had phenomenal legs, and a firm, round, juicy butt that you could easily bounce a quarter off of. Her abs were gently rippled from swimming and riding her bike, and they were nicely accentuated with two navel piercings, one on the top of her belly button, and a second one on the bottom, which she got when I got mine. Her tanned skin went well with her strikingly blue eyes and light brown hair. She was really hot, and this is coming from a girl who is neither lesbian nor bisexual. Now, I am happy with my build. I'm a toned size six, I have firm, well-shaped 34 B/C breasts, a slim waist, nice hips, and long legs with just the right amount of muscle and fat to all combine for a very sexy body. For the first time in my life, I have a slight six pack, really only visible when I flex my abs. They look really sexy with my belly button ring. I'm not one of those chicks that spends every waking hour at the gym and is nothing but a ball of muscle, and I don't want to be that. I like my curves, but I do like being in shape.
"Hey, hot stuff," Kelly greeted me. I didn't take her comments like this to be flirtatious. We said things like this to be complimentary.
"Good morning, sexy lady." I returned as I sat down on the chaise beside her, cracking open the bottle of sunscreen. Tossing my long, cinnamon-brown hair behind my shoulders, I squeezed out a palm full of sunscreen and began rubbing it in. AJ, my boyfriend, always enjoyed watching me rub in the sunscreen. I didn't blame him. It was rather sexy. I rubbed the cold liquid into my breasts, and I felt my nipples harden under the influence of the cold. I massaged it deeply into my breasts, partly to avoid a sunburn and partly softcore masturbation. I rubbed the sunscreen into my abs, but avoided putting it on my pussy just yet.
"Would you mind getting my back?" I asked, holding out the bottle of sunscreen to her.
"Sure," she simply said as I rolled over onto my stomach. She squirted some sunscreen into her hands and began massaging it in, and it felt wonderful. She really was a good masseuse. Kelly rubbed my shoulders, kneading out muscles I didn't even know were tight. Squirting some more between my shoulder blades, she began to work further down my back.
"My God, Kelly, that feels awesome." I said with a contented sigh. She worked the small of my back, her warm hands offsetting the coolness of the sunscreen.
"I'm glad you like it," she said with a hint of flirtatiousness in her voice. I paid it no mind. "Don't freak out, now," she warned, and I soon found out why. Her hands wandered from my back down to my tight, athletic butt. It felt too good for me to complain.
"No homo," I snickered as she began to massage some sunscreen between my butt cheeks. Even though I said that, I was starting to get strangely turned on. It confused me, since I'm comfortably straight. I had never felt an interest in girls, but here I was, getting horny from a girl massaging my ass and the crack.
"You don't want to sunburn your ass, trust me." She laughed ruefully. "I figured that out my second time out. You're pretty tanned down there, but let's not take chances."
"That'd suck." I couldn't imagine how bad that'd feel, what with the itching you couldn't publicly scratch, the pain of wearing clothes or sitting down, not to mention the peeling.
"Spread your legs a little," she instructed. With a slight sense of fear and an equal sense of anticipation, I did. She put a little sunscreen on her fingertip and wiggled it around my asshole, which drew an exited giggle from me. "I never would have thought you'd be into ass play," she said with much more than a hint of flirtatiousness in her voice. She kept massaging around it, and I felt my slit get wetter and wetter. Her finger migrated down a bit and began to massage the area between my asshole and my slit, and I had never noticed how many nerves were there. I was past caring about the fact that I was straight and a girl was doing this to me. I was unbelievably horny.
"Have you ever had a g-spot orgasm?" she asked, palming my ass with one hand and massaging around my vag with the other.
"No, I haven't." I responded, letting the horniness in my voice come out.
