It starts with a blinding white haze. Something stinging my eyes. Then I hear my friends laughing hysterically. The crash of the ocean waves is not too far away either.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" my best friend Sarah profusely apologizes to me over everyone's continued laughter.
She was spraying sunscreen on me but hit me clean in the face without warning. I'm afraid to reopen my eyes so I settle for a deep breath. Another mistake. In comes the strong smell and bitter taste. I cough violently. Our friends laugh again, but this time, I can hear Sarah try to hide her own giggling.
"Fuck! Why, Sarah?!" I exclaim, though as much as it hurts, I'm only being playful.
"I'm so sorry. Come on, I'll take you to the showers," Sarah takes my hand and starts to guide me down the sandy pathway. I hear one of our friends, probably Katie, whistling low at us. There's a brief pause. Maybe so Sarah can roll her eyes? Blush? Maybe both? Before I dwell too much on that, she pulls me away.
I'm still hesitant to open my eyes so all I feel is her soft touch. It makes me feel at ease, but it also makes my heart skip a beat. I've never really had the guts to tell her, but I'm thinking maybe sometime today should be the day. We've gone to the same college for a couple months and I spend more time with her than anybody else.
"Okay, watch your step!" Sarah tells me.
"Oh, so now I get a warning?"
"I know! I know! I'm a dummy. I'm sorry! Let me fix this." Her voice heightens whenever she's embarrassed or worried. It's adorable and it drives me crazy.
She takes me through a doorway and now I feel the cold tiles underneath my feet. She positions me in front of one of the shower heads.
"Okay, this is it."
She flicks the lever up and I'm immediately doused by the water. I spit a lot of it out and fling myself around to avoid the surprisingly powerful stream.
"Sarah!"
"Okay, now I'm really sorry. That time, it's on me."
"
That
time?!"
We both laugh. With each other, not at each other. She brings her hands up to my face and gently wipes at it. Amidst the water, her touch is warm and inviting. I'm finally able to open my eyes. And I see her.
Her light brown hair, as wet as mine, clings around her neck and shoulders. Her big eyes stare up at mine. She's giving me her classic smile that makes me think of that Hall & Oates song.
"Can you see okay now?" she asks genuinely.
"Uh...yeah. I think so," I reply.
I know I shouldn't, but my eyes venture further down anyway, and I see her tight, toned body. She's wearing a white lace cover-up. It's sexy in its own right, clinging tightly to every inch of her skin, but I can also see right through it and there's her pink floral-patterned bikini. I can't help but stare at her tight bikini bottoms. From the thin material, to the not-so-subtle creases down the middle. It wasn't leaving much to the imagination. Sarah notices my stupid oogling face and flings water to snap me out of it.
"What? Am I underdressed?" She playfully covers her boobs and crotch with her hands.
My cheeks burn bright red but she laughs and leans into me to put me at ease. With her boobs pressed against my bare chest, I can feel myself getting a bit of a rise in my trunks. Sarah reaches past me to turn off the shower. In the process, her crotch just barely rides against mine and it takes everything in me not to get a full-on boner. She doesn't seem to notice and just starts to rummage through her bag on the floor.
"Here, I have the regular suntan lotion. Let me just put that on you."
"Oh, I can do it myself, you don't have to."
"Dude, I've seen you try to get the toothpaste out, I don't want you wasting this. This is the good brand! Besides. You're my responsibility now," she reasons, smiling at me.
My heart's racing now. I mean, I'm not complaining about the situation, but I do need to control myself and not look like a total idiot. She starts off easy, doing my neck, shoulders, and chest. Her slightest touch gives me a tingling sensation, making me wonder if she can hear my pounding heartbeat when she's that close. She works the lotion down my arms, making me shiver. We both giggle uncomfortably, like she's in this awkward position that she now has no choice but to see through.
She gets on her knees to finish up with my legs and that's when I stupidly gasp, realizing that I have an erection at pretty much full mast. Hearing me worry, she looks up with curiosity.
"What?"
"I'm... I'm sorry." I manage to stammer out.
"Sorry about what?" she responds innocently.
She blinks at me for a few seconds before resuming her work. I almost believe she really didn't notice it, but that's when I notice the slightest smirk on her face.
Is she... enjoying this
?
Sarah finishes applying sunscreen to my right leg. She unexpectedly pauses. We should be done now and go join the others. What's she thinking? Before I can even consider possibilities, she slides her hands up my trunks, feeling up my thighs. I gasp. Probably way more loud than I expected, because she starts to giggle.
"What are you doing?" I ask quickly.
"I'm just being thorough..." she teases.
Sarah massages every inch of my body down there. My breathing quickens. Her soft delicate touch feels so good and yet not quite enough. Her hands travel all around my groin, but intentionally never come into contact with my erection... I can't help it now. My dick throbs forcefully with the rhythms of her smooth hands. I moan quietly to myself which I'm positive she can hear, because her smirk has evolved into a fully mischievous smile.
"This would be so much easier if I just..." Sarah reaches to the top of my trunks and loosens the strings.
Instinctively, I grab the waistband of my trunks in protest.
