Part I
The lukewarm breeze of spring had made way for the soldering sunshine of summer. Three friends embark on a long weekend away at a tropical beach destination.
The sun was high in the sky as Sara, Violet, and Lena arrived at the beach, ready for a much-needed break from their daily routines. They set up their beach towels, strategically positioning them to catch the sun's warm rays.
Their first day at the beach was all about relaxation. The girls took turns thoroughly applying tanning oil over each other's bodies; ensuring no one came home that weekend anything other than a perfect tan. While Sara and Lena's fair complexion made sun protection essential, Violet's complexion allowed for care-free indulgence of the sun. Each girl wore a fitting bikini - Sara with a mismatched string bikini that accentuates her chest, Lena with a one-piece bikini that disappeared in the abyss of her derrière, and Violet with a g-string bikini bottom that struggled to contain the erratic bush beneath it. To any passerby, they appeared to be three nautical goddesses enjoying their time amongst the mortals.
They basked in the sun, each with a good book in hand. As they laid there, their conversations flowed easily. They talked about life, music, movies, and the latest celebrity crush they had been salivating over. Giggles and light conversation accompanied the sound of waves crashing in the background.
On the second day, they decided to add some adventure to their beach vacation. They rented a private boat to explore the nearby islands and hidden coves. Lena, while picking up acai bowls that morning, talked to an old local who told her about a secluded beach on the far end of the island. Apparently, the spot had served as a semi-secret hideout for lovers, wild teenagers, and even bootleggers back in the 1920s. The old man called the spot Desire's Island, and he, in a sincere voice, warned Lena, "It is a magical place, but a place that seems to possess the minds of those who rendezvous there. What happens on Desire's Island stays on Desire's Island." Lena, slightly taken aback, dismissed the old local's warning and hurried home to disseminate the new intel.
Violet, Lena, and Sara immediately agreed on a new course. They would pack food and supplies and sail their pontoon to Desire's Island. There, the girls would have all the privacy in the world to laugh, talk, and party as loud as they wanted to. Not to mention, a completely empty tropical beach amounts to a golden opportunity to flood their socials with enviable photos. The ladies picked up their pontoon boat, and with Violet as their voluptuous captain, they set sail for their exotic, unknown location.
"Jackpot!", exclaimed Sara. The girls miraculously made it to their destination, and to their great pleasure, the beach was a ghost town. The windy breeze and perpetual tide exposed some litter, and even an unexplainable pair of American Eagle boxer shorts and a tattered Victoria's Secret bra. "I guess the old man wasn't kidding, people do get freaky here!," proclaimed Lena. The girls laughed and quickly found a picturesque spot to set up camp. Nestled on a small hill between palm trees with a panoramic view of the ocean. The view was akin to magazine covers or postcards.
The girls laid out in front of the powerful rays of the sun. The gentle crashing of waves and melodic pelican calls, seemingly put all three girls into a euphoric trance. 20 minutes passed by without a word spoken among them.
"God dammit, I hate this top. It barely stays on and it keeps digging into my side!" lamented Sara as the lengthy pause of silence subsided.
"Sara, just take it off if it's bothering you so much. It's not like anyone will see besides us' ', Violet laughingly continued, "plus, it's been a while since I've seen your cute tits".
The ladies giggled, and Sara proceeded to unhook her top and toss it to the side. Violet and Lena watched as her breasts met gravity for the first time in a few hours. Sara reapplied sun tan lotion on the previously concealed mounds. Her bare breasts glistened in the early afternoon rays.
Lena and Violet couldn't help but occasionally side eye Sara's shiny breasts. On more than one occasion, Sara clearly caught both girls surveying her intently.
This made Sara slightly uncomfortable, but it also inexplicably gave her an adrenaline rush. Sara had always secretly loved the attention her boobs garnered. They were her favorite feature and a steady source of confidence.
However, this was different. Typically, Sara's assets attract the attention of the world's simplest and naïve creature; men. That can be fulfilling to most women, but, deep down, Sara craved the sexually objectifying gaze of another woman.
Without even thinking, as if her mouth was being possessed, Sara said to the other girls, "You know it's kind of lonely being the only one here that's half naked". The tone in Sara's voice had noticeably shifted. Her typical soft, gentle voice began to sound more confident, suggestive, and seductive. Violet and Lena, both reading between the lines of Sara's sentence, looked at each other and smiled.
In terms of girl-on-girl experience, Sara was a complete novice. She had never had sex or even kissed another woman - and it wasn't because she only batted one way. Sara secretly loved masturbating to lesbian porn. It was common practice for her to tenaciously rub her clitoris whilst watching multiple hot women exploring each other's bodies on camera. She imagined herself being the center of every threesome, the top to every bottom, the chair for every rear-end, and the mouth that craves a taste similar, but foreign to her taste buds.
Lena and Violet, however, were card-carrying bisexual women. They didn't seem to mind if the person they had sex with had a cock or a pussy. The two of them simply lived their lives to the fullest and laid with whomever they felt an immediate physical attraction with. That could be a man, a woman, or even each other. It probably wouldn't be a girls weekend if Violet and Lena didn't get drunk and reminisce about the threesome they had together in college.
Without much hesitation, Violet unstrapped her top and unleashed her womanhood to the world. She had large, DD breasts with dark quarter-sized nipples. Her boobs have a natural appearance, with both breasts slightly jutting off to the side exposing a cute birthmark between her breasts.
Lena, on the other hand, had run into an unforeseeable dilemma. Her one piece bikini, albeit flattering, comes with one issue. Removing the top essentially requires the removal of the whole swimming suit. "I guess it's a good thing I shaved this morning" said Lena as she bravely stripped down without flinching. Lena was never afraid to show off her perky features. She had C sized breasts that looked like they were being held up with invisible tape at all times. She had tiny, barely noticeable nipples that pointed upwards at an angle. Her self-admitted favorite feature was her infamous butt. She took pride in her ability to twerk, and was convinced that led to her renowned prowess in bed.
Catching the energy of the moment, Sara announced, "Well it's commando for all of us then". One by one each of the three stripped completely nude.
As Sara, Violet, and Lena fully absorbed the sun's rays, an unspeakable tension had overcome the camp. All three girls went from cloud nine to fully wired. Sara's foot kept tapping the chair. Lena couldn't stop playing with her hair. Violet stared at both seemingly bursting at the seam with anticipation.
