Janet had never been popular with the boys. She had been a short, flat-chested girl with a mousy look, and she rarely got any second glances from the more attractive guys at her high school.
Things changed for her when she went to college. In the summer between high school and college, she used money she had saved up from babysitting jobs to pay for a breast augmentation. Now she had a pair of pert little tits, and to her happy surprise, her nipples seemed more sensitive than ever.
In addition, she changed her haircut, makeup and wardrobe, and now she was the subject of all sorts of attention from other freshman guys, including Tim, the boy she was steadily dating.
Tim was such a nice boy. He gave her flowers, he took her out to dinner every Saturday night, and he was so helpful when she needed help with school work or some physically demanding task.
Though Janet would not admit this-- even to herself-- the most disappointing aspect of dating Tim was his performance in bed. Yes, he had helped her lose her virginity, and that alone made him special. But he had a small cock, he came too quickly, and he didn't seem to understand her sexual needs. Often she had to rub herself to orgasm as he snored next to her.
But Janet could overlook those things, because after all, Tim was a very good boy in so many other ways, and to make matters even better, he was from a very wealthy family. When he surprised her with a free trip to Jamaica during Spring Break, she was excited and happy to accept, even though she didn't know how to swim.
They stayed together at a resort hotel near Montego Bay where the very first night, Tim proposed marriage to Janet, and Janet accepted. She showed off the diamond engagement ring everywhere, even around the pool, where she wore a sweet pink bikini and dared to dip her toes in the water as the hot Jamaican sun tanned her body.
The second day of their trip, Tim had another surprise for Janet. As she sat alongside the pool reading, he tapped her on the shoulder and introduced her to Andre, the resort swimming instructor.
Janet could barely keep from gasping at the sight of Andre. He was incredibly handsome, very black and extremely muscular. He was also very tall, 6'5" by the look of him, and he dwarfed Tim when the two stood together.
Also unlike Tim, Andre had a rather distant, arrogant demeanor.
Excited at the thought of learning to swim, Janet decided that very afternoon to take her first lesson. She jumped into the pool, but Andre sneered at her.
"I don't teach swmming in the pool," he said. "I teach you in the ocean."
Tim grinned and nodded at Janet, as if to reassure her. Then Tim announced he was going back to the room to read for a bit, so Janet gathered up her things and headed with Andre to the beach.
There, Andre was greeted by another very tall, muscular black man.
"This is Thomas," Andre told Janet. "He will assist me."
The two men exchanged a knowing look and then a quick grin. Had Janet paid a little more attention to that, as well as the uncertainty she felt in her gut about all this, maybe things would have turned out differently.
Andre and Thomas stood on either side of Janet. Each man took one of her hands and walked with her into the warm surf.
Janet was beginning to feel more confident. The soft sand felt good under her feet, and the warm water felt comforting as they walked ever deeper into the sea. She stole glances at their sinewy bodies, glistening in the water.
The men also stared at Janet as she made her way with them. They watched her tanned thighs disappear into the water, then her bikini clad bottom. The rest of the resort crowd was now far away, and Janet began again to feel nervous.
"Why are we going so far out?" she asked.
"For privacy," said Andre. "You must focus on the lesson."
