It was the first time I'd seen Mia clothed in probably a week, even if it was just a red chemise that floated over her slender frame. Suddenly Sam bounced up the steps from the cabin below, wrapped in a thin beige cover, but it didn't cover much, her black bikini quite visible underneath.
"Meet Kim," said Mia, and held her hand out to another girl. Little wider, but her blond hair in the pony tail was cute. "Friend forever," Mia added, and we all cautiously shook hands. She also seemed to be in a bikini like Sam, but wrapped just sufficiently.
I had no idea where Kim had been. There all the time?
I didn't have the cover. Just the bikini I finally put on after what had felt like days in the sun. My naïve self didn't bring the wrap. The last couple of days had been a blur of naked Mia, absent Sam, and Marta's purple bikini.
"Boat," said Mia, and she pointed to the side with the ladder.
Sam was over the edge and sliding down the ladder in a flash. We had barely spoken through this entire thing, clearly living her own life in a world still alien to me.
Kim descended next, holding out her hand to the man in the boat there to help.
Mia nodded at me and I started to slowly move down the ladder, and realized, as he was holding out his hand, all he could see was my ass, my bikini. I hoped no part had slipped out, but I couldn't feel it. Mia followed, glided, like a gift. I was still mesmerized, though as she stepped finally onto the boat, the wind caught her chemise, blew it up. No other underwear. We all saw. Nobody cared.
It was a short, bumpy, silent ride as we slowed to another yacht. I was so awkward and self-aware as we each ascended the ladder. The boat driver's (pilot?) hand on my ass helping me climb up was just an aside.
Even Sam looked a little overwhelmed as we stood on the deck. There were several other people seemingly engaged in small-talk. The men in shorts, the women in bikinis. One was topless, A boobs, but impressive still. All the men were in t-shirts. The one behind the bar wasn't. It was hard not to notice, but none of the guests appeared to be anything other than involved in their own conversations.
"We go below," was the whisper I heard from Mia behind me. She nudged me in the back slightly, towards a statuesque woman in a form-fitting white bikini, holding a tray of drinks.
"Welcome," she said, grinning broadly in a way I hadn't seen outside a commercial. Not her first rodeo. "Please, enjoy." And she held the tray so I could take what were clearly champagne glasses. I nodded. As I was about to move she took my wrist.
"Beautiful girl."
I know I shook my head, but a little nudge in the back from Mia snapped the moment.
"I tell you before. Relax, honey," she stated. But I still wasn't processing well.
Probably two minutes later I'm in a room—a cabin—sat on a couch with my champagne in hand. Mia is next to me, but two other girls were bustling around. One was completely naked, with olive skin and a look of determination, but I wasn't sure on what. The other emerged from what was evidently the bathroom with a towel just wrapped around her waist.
"My friends," said Mia, and naked and semi-naked girl both came over and shook my weak hand.
"Sierra, Siena," she added, chuckling. "I know, who guess?"
Naked girl—Sierra—pulled a light, loose t-shirt over her head. Semi-naked girl—Siena—dropped her towel without any apparent awareness of us, and walked to the closet, pulled out a t-shirt and wriggled it on. They stood in front of us. Despite my vulnerabilities in the past, I had never felt more inadequate.
"Now you," said Mia as she nudged me, but I didn't know what it meant.
"Just t-shirt." Sierra reached into the closet and tossed a shirt at me. "For fun."
As the shirt sat on my lap I still didn't really know what to do, what to say, how to react. Mia sensed my confusion, embarrassment.
