Hello,
This is my second Literotica submission after literally a dozen attempts to bring one to fruition. My main problems have been finding time to write uninterrupted and lacking the discipline to keep my stories to a manageable length. I hope to continue writing after this, time willing. I welcome and encourage all feedback, particularly constructive criticism, as I hope to use this experience to become a better writer.
I cannot describe the joy I felt when my very first story received the "HOT" rating. Thank you for your support and ratings. I hope to one day produce another story as well-received. To those who've asked over the past year about "Part 2" of my original story, I've left a comment on the original's feedback section regarding its status.
~Leslie Hemmingway
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It was a hot Saturday afternoon in early June. My best friend Holly and I had been discussing taking a beach trip to California for the weekend. The sad reality was we were too busy with school and had no money to spare. We ended up compromising by throwing an impromptu beach party in our backyard. We didn't have any money or supplies but we did have a large bottle of tequila, a drawer full of bikinis that weren't getting enough use, and a burning desire to show off our beach bodies even if there was no one around to admire them.
We went out to the small yard behind my rental house, spread our beach towels on the freshly cut grass and stripped off our shorts and tank tops. I caught a look at Holly out of the corner of my eye and couldn't help but smile.
Holly was a slender girl of medium height and Asian descent. She had long black hair and beautiful almond eyes. Years of dancing had given her a curvaceous body and a great ass, which she showed off in a black g-string bikini.
My name is Sarah and I had blonde hair, blue eyes, and a similar build to Holly. I was a cheerleader at the University of Oregon and had no compunction about showing off my own curves. I was wearing a purple thong with a triangle top that really made my breasts stand out.
Holly caught me looking at her ass and smiled. "See anything you like?" she asked teasingly.
"You know I do, girlfriend," I said sarcastically and gave her backside soft slap. We went in and made some margaritas, which we carried out to a small stool set between our towels as a makeshift drink table. That was the full extent of my ingenuity.
"Well, it's not Venice Beach but it will have to do," I said trying to sound positive.
We lay down and started sunning ourselves. We each had a huge margarita to work on, and in the summer heat we drained them quickly. Soon we were giggling stupidly as we chatted about boys and student life in general.
"Hm..." Holly said as she sipped her refill. "I think we've got an admirer."
"What, him?" I said, glancing up at my next-door neighbor who had been gawking at us from his second story bedroom window. "Don't mind him, he's harmless."
"No, no, I mean
him
," she said, pointing through the picket fence that divided our yard from the property behind. I sat up and peered between the slats. There was a young man there setting up a barbecue. He was tall with light brown hair and a goatee. His tight t-shirt hinted at a moderately fit body underneath.
"Ohh, him..." I said. "I've seen him around but I don't know his name."
"He's cute," Holly grinned. "And he's looking at us."
The guy had been casually gazing in our direction as he worked. When he realized we'd seen him he gave us a cheeky grin and went back to work, casting falsely discreet looks in our direction, as if he didn't care if he knew we could see him.
"I thought he lived by himself. Does he have company over?" I wondered aloud. As if to answer my question his patio door slid open and out came another guy about the same age, except this one was an absolute stud. He had dark hair, sunglasses, and wore a t-shirt that strained against his broad chest and thick biceps. He was effortlessly carrying a cooler full of ice and beer.
Our jaws dropped. Holly and I looked at each other.
"He's mine," I said.
"I saw him first," Holly retorted.
"No, you saw the other guy first.
He's
yours."
"Whatever, we're wasting time." We stood up and went to the fence, which was about stomach height on us. We leaned across, our chests provocatively thrust out, and called to the boys.
"Hiyaaaa," our voices rang out tantalizingly. The two guys glanced our way, passed a look between each other and then sauntered over to us.
"Hel-lo ladies." The studly one said with a deep, burly voice. "Going for the all-over tan look? I'm OK with that." Holly giggled as he checked her up and down approvingly.
Beaten to the punch, I turned to my neighbor.
"So... I'm Sarah," I said.
"Roger," he said pleasantly and shook my hand. His voice was calm and smooth as honey. "It's nice to finally meet you."
"Oh, you've seen me around?" I asked.
"Yes, but I've not had the pleasure until now." He was looking into my eyes, and I blushed and looked away. "This is my friend David," he added with a gesture.
"And that's my friend Holly." She was hopelessly flirting with David now, and he ate up every bit of it.
"So," Holly said, "I see you've got a cooler there with more beer than you could ever hope to drink."
"That's up for debate," David said with frat boy-like pride. "But yeah, we've got room for two more. Totally."
Holly beamed at me. "Shall we?" she asked. I looked at Roger, who gave me a pleasant smile.
"Yeah, let's go for it," I replied. Holly was ecstatic. "But," she said to the guys, "you're on our beach now, so you gotta look the part."
The boys exchanged a look.
"We're having a beach-themed party," I explained. "Sort of."
