No Harm No Foul

Welcome to my submission for the

2024 Literotica Nude Day Contest!

Most of my stories involve the same four main characters, but for the Literotica contests, I have branched out into an "Alternate Freya-verse." In my usual writing, "Story Freya" is much less of a sassy jerk than she is in this one. But it's still a fun story!

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Love, Frey

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"I'm bored out of my fuckin' gourd," Freya complained. "We finished finals two weeks ago and all we've done since then is lay around the house. I want to go out and do something."

"We could go see a movie," Katie suggested.

Freya rolled her eyes. "No... I want to do something fun and summery. A movie is for when it's raining out."

"But when it's raining, everyone goes to the movies," Katie pointed out. "On a day like today, we'd have the whole place practically to ourselves. There'll be no one there."

"Everyone goes when it's raining because no one wants to be stuck inside a cold, dark movie theater on a day like today. It's beautiful out!"

Cindy sat up. "We could go to the beach --"

"Yeah!" Freya shouted. "Let's go to the beach!"

"I wasn't finished," Cindy reprimanded her. "We can go to the beach and tease all the old men."

"What?" Katie and Freya said in unison.

"We can kind of cock-tease the old men that hang out by the snack bar," Cindy elaborated.

"Yeah," Freya agreed, warming to the idea. "Those guys playing canasta or cabbage or whatever it is."

"I think you mean cribbage," Katie suggested.

Freya looked at her with disdain. "Who gives a fuck what it's called? It's boring, old guy games that they use to pass the time until death shows up and ends their miserable lives."

Turning her attention back to Cindy, Freya started spitballing. "So, we set up camp by the picnic tables and those cement checkerboard tables next to the snack bar. That place is always packed with old guys with nothing to do."

"Right," Cindy replied.

"I like this idea," Freya mused. "And have you ever noticed that they're hardly playing checkers or whatever?"

"No."

"Well, trust me. They aren't there to sit in the hot sun playing Russian Roulette with heat stroke just for the checkerboard tables."

Katie frowned. "So, what are they doing?"

"Watching all the girls in bikinis!" Freya cried out as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "They sit there all day soaking up all of the young, sexy bodies, then go home and try to stick their slightly less limp dicks into their moldy and gross fat wives."

"But Cindy's fat," Katie pointed out.

"I'm curvy, you scrawny bitch," Cindy spat back. "You're just jealous because no guy wants a girl that looks like a prepubescent boy."

Looking hurt, Katie fired back, "Fat ass!"

"No ass!"

"Ladies!" Freya shouted.

"Plenty of guys like me," Katie said.

"Right," Cindy scoffed. "Name one."

"Billy Jacobson."

"Sure."

"Every time I go up to sharpen my pencil in geography class, when I'm walking back to my desk, he's staring at me rubbing himself."

"Billy Jacobson's a disgusting freak," Cindy stated.

"Ladies! Ladies!" Freya interrupted what was sure to be an hours-long argument over which boys in which classes liked which one of them. "Who cares? We're out of school. You'll be seeing these guys one more time at graduation next week and then probably never again."

Always looking to get the last word in, Katie mumbled, "Fat ass," at Cindy one more time before Freya shut them both down for the day.

"Stop it!" Freya sternly shouted. She was eager to go to the beach and flaunt her body. The three girls were all crazy about boys, but Freya was pathologically, clinically insane about boys. At nineteen-years-old, she was a year older than the other two -- in fact, she was the oldest girl in their graduating class by almost two months -- and had been unofficially voted "class slut" by the other students, a designation that she vehemently denied by pointing out that she'd only slept with -- in her exact words -- "just seven guys, so far." Of course, seven guys during the school year -- and then adding the 'so far' to the end of the statement -- really only bolstered her classmates' view of her as the school slut.

But she didn't really care what people thought about her that much. She was just having fun. And besides, she was always careful to protect herself both physically and emotionally.

No commitments, no problems.

No harm, no foul.

"Okay. So, we go there in bikinis, lay our towels down by the old guys, and just start oiling ourselves up and posing for their enjoyment?" Freya asked, really warming to the idea.

"That's about it," Cindy said, still stewing about Katie's "fat" comments. That scrawny bitch always knew exactly which buttons to push to get Cindy riled up. "Katie will probably chicken out, though."

"Cut it out," Freya sternly said. Cindy always held a complex mixture of resentment and contentment with Freya. She resented that Freya was in charge all of the time, and that she could even be quite bossy about it, but Cindy was also happy to let Freya call the shots. It was oftentimes much easier to just follow the pack and in the end, that suited Cindy just fine.

Katie on the other hand...

She was always trying to jockey her position to be Freya's favorite. Katie almost kowtowed to Freya on everything and then took great pleasure in deriding Cindy with snide comments and remarks. And Freya rarely came to Cindy's defense because she enjoyed the ass-kissing that she always received from Katie.

And Freya felt that it wasn't a terrible thing to keep the chubby girl insecure. In fact, Freya had recently discovered that this made Cindy pretty easy pickings for when Freya was horny as hell and had no one else to fool around with.

But what was Cindy to do? Turn away from her only friends? And they really

were

friends most of the time. There were just occasional spots where Cindy seemed to be the brunt of all the jokes and snarkiness.

But it was better than being alone, so she put up with it. And besides, Cindy had recently fallen in love with Freya.

"Guys?" Freya asked, "What are we waiting for? Let's go."

Suddenly, Katie stood up and yelled out, "Shotgun!"

Freya gave her a dirty look. "We have to be within sight of the car, dumbass."

Katie pointed to the window and smirked. Sometimes she really had a set of balls on her. Begrudgingly, Freya had to admire that.

"Whatever." Freya glowered at her then ran upstairs to put on her sexiest bikini -- a rather small, lemon yellow one that really showed off her blossoming figure. She had begged her mother for a two-piece and her mom had finally given in, as she usually did, but with the concession that they get a bikini with plenty of padding to help cover anything that her mom felt would be "inappropriate to flaunt to the entire world."

Of course, once back home with her new purchase, Freya had spent the afternoon carefully removing every trace of padding that she could for the exact reason that she

wanted

to flaunt what she had to the entire world. Mostly boys, but in truth, anyone that had an interest.

Modeling the swimsuit in her full-length mirror, Freya admired how it fit her, gracefully accenting every curve of her young body. She slid her hands over the slight flare of her hips. She was no longer a girl. She was a woman.

Freya lightly pinched her nipples causing them to harden slightly. Not that they needed much coaxing -- they were almost always at least semi-erect as Freya was almost always in some state of sexual stimulation. She turned to the side, proud of how the tiny beads pushed the fabric of the top out. And when the suit got wet, it became practically transparent. Freya had checked that out in the bathroom as soon as she removed the padding. It made her young tits look simply glorious!

But the crowning achievement of this bikini was how it molded to the lips of her pussy. The thin fabric, combined with how she kept herself neatly trimmed -- boys seemed to like that -- caused the material to cling to every tiny curve between her legs. And when she got a little more turned on than the usual arousal state that was her baseline and her pussy began to open a little, she found that she could crouch down in such a way that the tiniest touch of fabric to pinched between her lips, thus clearly showing the outline of her slit to anyone that happened to look.

This was the perfect outfit for today.

"What are you doing?" Cindy called up the stairs. "Let's go. We still have to go get our stuff."

Tearing her eyes away from her image in the mirror, Freya hollered back, "Hold your horses. I'll be right down." She pulled on a tiny pair of cutoff shorts, a T-shirt that was a size too small -- just the way she liked them -- then grabbed her sandals and beach bag and went downstairs to her impatiently waiting friends.

They piled into Cindy's car, Freya unhappily climbing into the back seat, and made the two stops they needed to. They were on the road within twenty minutes. Crowded in the back with the bags and towels, Freya stared out the window while Cindy and Katie yammered away in the front seat. She didn't really care what they were talking about. Her mind was on what lay ahead.

She loved teasing the boys at school, but this was going to be a different situation. She would be teasing men. And in public. Although school was

technically

public, it really felt like its own small bubble. Almost a pretend realm unto itself with its own silly rules of behavior and ridiculous hierarchy, completely separate from the outside world.

Today, she would be flaunting herself to total strangers. Anyone walking by would see her.

And she would make sure that they did.

This was really exciting to Freya.

"You're awfully quiet back there, Frey," Cindy said, interrupting her thoughts.

"Yeah," she responded noncommittally.

Katie snidely whispered, but making sure that it was plenty loud enough for Freya to hear her, "She's pouting because she couldn't have the front seat."

Freya's first instinct was to say something to put Katie in her rightful place in Freya's perceived hierarchy, but really didn't want to talk to either of them. And no comment at all would really get under Katie's skin anyway, so Freya said nothing and drifted right back into her daydreams about men ogling her at the beach.

She imagined that sprinkled through the older men, there might even be a couple men that could actually still get it up. Men around her mom's age. Freya's father had split as soon as he heard that Freya's mom was pregnant. He just took off and was never heard from again. Not that her mom had tried to track him down. Pretty much the only things that Freya knew about her father was that he impregnated Freya's mom and that he was abusive towards her. Freya's mother had said that much and only that much. She wouldn't elaborate on how or why or anything. All she would say was that "he was abusive and he left."

In fact, Freya's mom had never bad-mouthed him as far as Freya knew. She literally said nothing other than that he was abusive and that he didn't want to be tied down with a child so he ran.

But Freya rarely thought about her father -- or who her father was or could be.

It raised way too many questions that she would never get answers to.

So, she focused on the simpler things in life.

Like sexual pleasure with no strings attached. No one would ever hurt her like they had hurt her mom. Freya wouldn't allow that to happen to herself.

And sitting on the beach with her two best friends, engaging in some harmless long-distance flirting with some strangers was perfect. She was shocked that she had never thought of this before. Freya had flirted with guys at school -- I mean, a girl doesn't land seven guys in the just over eight months of her senior year in high school without knowing how to play the game -- but

that

flirting was always with just one goal in mind.

Sex.

One and done.

Well, maybe a few times over a couple of weeks if the guy was good, but anything longer than that, and despite Freya's best efforts, guys usually started to get a little too possessive and attached to her. A jealous boyfriend cramped her style way too much for her liking.

A boyfriend cramped her style too much!

But flirting with no "end game?"

This was genius.

Well, there would be an "end game" for Freya. Just not with a guy.

Freya was planning on the afternoon of flirting getting the three girls all riled up. Then Cindy would be ripe for the taking. The two had already planned a sleepover at Freya's and with Cindy all worked up, Freya knew, with absolute certainty, that her chubby friend would be into a little playing around tonight.

Cindy had been into it twice already.

The first time, Freya really had to talk her into it. It took some cajoling, but eventually, Cindy had agreed -- and if her three orgasms had been any indication, had really enjoyed the experience. The second time, it was quite a bit easier. "We've already done it once, so what's the big deal," was a great way to rationalize almost anything in life, Freya had found.

Too busy thinking about her face buried in Cindy's pussy, Freya hadn't even noticed that her hand was stroking her own pussy through the thin fabric of her swimsuit. That was nothing new, though. Usually, she almost couldn't keep her hands off of herself -- unless someone else's hands were on her, that is -- but even then, she usually pitched in and helped.

Freya knew exactly what she liked.

She looked at Cindy and Katie, happily gossiping about who knew what, and very carefully wriggled her hips and slid the edge of her bathing suit aside just enough to slip a finger into her slit. She slowly rubbed up and down the very top of her pussy and started to feel her juices begin to flow. Freya slithered her finger between the lips and felt for some moisture, finding some deeper inside, she brought it up to lubricate her clitoris.

Her eyes facing the girls in front, but imagining herself on the beach with a throng of attentive men watching her, she started rubbing tiny circles around her clit. She felt her excitement grow in tandem with her clit engorging as she continued to caress herself. Freya imagined one of the men intently watching her and rubbing the bulge in his shorts. She imagined him walking over to her. She could see him standing above her, looking down. He reached into his shorts and pulled out the biggest dick that Freya had ever seen. It waved in front of her face, the fat head of it already glistening with precum in the early afternoon sunlight.

She had to touch it.

But in her mind, this man had a different idea.

As she reached for it, her lips already parting, ready to suck as much of it into her mouth as would fit, he pushed her away. She looked up at him, and he grabbed a firstful of her hair. It hurt, but she liked it. He knelt on the towel between Freya's legs, pulling her body down as he went.

Now, between her bent knees, he roughly pulled the bikini bottom aside even more, allowing his cock full access to her pussy. As Freya frantically rubbed herself in the back of Cindy's car, in her mind, the man pushed himself into her with a force that knocked her head back.

She gasped as she came.

"Are you okay," Cindy asked from the front seat.

"Um-hmm," she answered, not quite trusting herself to speak words. After a few moments, she told Cindy that she was going to roll down the window for a minute. She hoped that the smell of her sex, as faint as it usually was, hadn't begun to permeate the air around them. Freya really did not need to be accused of masturbating in the back seat of someone's car again.

She reluctantly pulled her finger away from herself and readjusted the elastic edge of the bikini, splitting her pussy in two so that she could enjoy the slight pressure against her clit for the rest of the ride. She could fix it when they parked at the beach. Freya laid her head back, closed her eyes, and drifted off to sleep.

"Frey, we're here," Katie poked her leg, waking her up.

Freya blinked in the bright sunlight. "Hmm?"

"Let's go," Cindy said, "The beach -- and the men -- are waiting."

Freya groggily climbed out of the back seat, stood, and stretched. Feeling the leg seam of her bikini between her pussy lips brought a small smile to her lips. She surreptitiously maneuvered it back into place, properly covering her slit again, knowing full well that within mere minutes, she could be moving it right back to the side again.

But this time it would be for an audience.

Just the thought of it sent a thrilling shiver down her back.

The girls grabbed their bags, put on their sunglasses, and started to walk towards the snack bar.

"I feel so naughty," Cindy said.

"Yeah," Katie agreed. "This is going to be so fun."

Freya rolled her eyes and trailed behind the other two. When she wasn't "leading the pack," so to speak, her preference was to follow the two girls. Especially Cindy. Katie had a decent ass, but Cindy's was much more to Freya's liking. Big, round, firm but still yielding -- it was nothing short of spectacular. Freya had quite a fondness for her enormous tits, too, but couldn't exactly walk backwards in front of her staring at those bouncing jugs, so she just studied her swaying ass as they made their way to a spot by the snack bar.

As they walked, she imagined being in bed with Cindy later that night. Freya could almost feel Cindy's huge pussy wrapped around her face. That's what she liked the best about her friend. A pussy so soft and big that she felt like she could bury half of her head into it. She imagined grabbing Cindy's soft, wide hips and just sucking the delicious juice out of her all night long.

Her eyes flicked over to Katie, then quickly back to Cindy. Katie may be cute, but a 115-pound girl just didn't have what Cindy could offer. Giant tits, still holding the firmness of an 18-year-old woman; an almost perfectly round ass; and a pussy so wet and squishy that Freya could just dive in there and spend the night.

"How's this?" Katie asked.

Freya, torn away from her daydreams, looked around them. They were far enough up the beach away from the water that they were pretty much alone and far enough from the crowd at the snack bar so as not to attract any unintentional attention, but best of all, if they sat in such a way, they were in unobstructed sightlines of the last couple of tables. And with just some trees and scrub brush behind that, no unwanted peepers like cops. In this location, the girls could pretty much pick and choose their audience.

"Perfect," Freya responded, noticing how Katie virtually swelled with pride at pleasing her.

'Maybe a scrawny girl

could

be fun,' she thought. 'But not today,' she quickly added as she noticed Cindy already taking her shirt off, exposing the biggest tits Freya had ever seen in real life. They were the biggest natural tits that Freya had ever seen anywhere.

And she watched

a lot

of porn.

Cindy was in a forest green, floral print bikini with a huge tie in the front -- probably intended to draw attention away from her massive breasts, but actually doing just the opposite. Freya knew she was staring, but just couldn't help herself as Cindy slid out of her shorts exposing the deliciously creamy curves of her hips and ass to anyone that wanted to take a look.