Redheads and Tentacles

TW: Near drowning

Sammi was having a fun, if frustrating vacation. She'd arrived with her friends Tara, Rita, and Arthur at a rental cabin overlooking the ocean yesterday evening. Rita and Arthur immediately claimed one of the bedrooms for themselves. That left one other bedroom for Tara and Sammi to share.

"I can take the couch, I'm small," Tara said to Sammi from where she perched on the edge of the king size bed in the cabin's only other bedroom.

"Small means you are the perfect little spoon and jetpack," replied Sammi, filling the doorframe, her red curls almost brushing its top. She pointed to the bedroom claimed by Rita and Arthur, where the sounds of a quickie were already emanating. She hoped it was a quickie. The group had talked about finding food in town and Sammi was feeling peckish. "Besides, just because we're not fucking like those two, doesn't mean we have to be uncomfortable."

"Fuck yeah!" Tara said, and flopped back onto the bed.

Fighting the nervous flutter she always had in her stomach during moments like this with Tara, Sammi lay back on the bed next to her friend. To be fair, the teenage crush Sammi had on Tara never completely died away. The smallest candle had managed to survive through college and their 20's. She'd never acted on it, and didn't think she ever would. Rita poked her about it, but only when it was just the two of them.

Sammi and Tara had shared beds, platonically, many times over the years. This was, admittedly, the first time any of them had "adult money" to spend, and the first trip Sammi, Tara, and Rita had taken together in a while. Sleepovers at each other's homes after a party, or just hanging out, didn't count.

As the sounds of fucking from the other room increased Sammi and Tara shared a smile. This was not the first time any of the trio had brought a partner along. Over their twelve years of friendship Sammi, Rita, and Tara each managed to balance fucking a partner and time together while on extended visits or trips together.

"So, cuddles tonight?" Sammi asked, rolling onto her side. Both women had at least a twin bed's worth of space on either side of them. This bed was really big.

"Maybe I can use one of your arms as an ear muff and block out our friends' racket." Tara scootched up to rest her head on one of Sammi's arms, then draped the other over her head. Sammi felt her pulse quicken. By blanketing herself with Sammi's arm, Tara had basically buried herself in Sammi's boobs. If not for the t-shirt she'd worn for today's travels, Tara could be motorboating her. Still, she squeezed her friend into a bear hug.

At five foot nothing Tara was short, but not small. Weight lifting meant Tara was built like a tiny tank. Her return hug made Sammi squeak as air was forced from her lungs.

"Small and mighty!" Sammi gasped.

"Says the Amazon!" Tara replied, flopping a leg over her friend, then rolling them both so she sat astride Sammi's stomach.

"Ha! That's just genetics. You've turned yourself a miniature fuck-truck."

"Yeah... I love it, but it takes a really secure person to want to go out with someone who could bend them in half," Tara replied.

"By person, you mean men?" Sammi asked.

"Mostly. Women, less so, which is nice." Tara snorted, "Still, I wish my hobby meshed better with who I'm attracted to."

"I get that. Some people..." Sammi began.

"- Men?" Tara interrupted with a small laugh.

"Mostly..." Sami chuckled, "are intimidated by my 6'2"... ness. Women and NBs seem to really like it. I go for a walk every time I get horny, and get plenty of exercise."

The sound of vigorous fucking filtered over from the other room.

"Wanna go for a walk now?" Tara asked.

"Definitely."

Following Tara down the sandy hill to the beach, Sammi kept thinking about what it might feel like to run her hands through her friend's very short, dark curly hair while their head was buried between her legs. The torch she'd always carried for her friend felt extra potent today.

Maybe it was the place - warm sun setting over lapping waves. Maybe it was because they spent everyday together at school so she had been desensitized to her crush, like exposure therapy. Back then, wanting Tara had seemed so minor. Whatever was adding new fuel to this infatuation, the prospect of sharing a bed, even just to cuddle and sleep, had Sammi's mind spinning with fantasies.

The two of them walked into the water until the waves brushed Tara's knees and watched the sunset. "You think they are done?" she asked after a few minutes of silence.

"If they're not, we could go to dinner without them," Sammi replied, "I'm hungry."

Rita and Arthur were not only done fucking, they were showered by the time Sammi and Tara made it back from their walk. The couple looked fresh, and very satisfied.

"Good for them," Sammi thought to herself. She was surprised to feel equal parts happiness and sarcastic frustration towards the couple. She might be taking a lot of walks along the beach this trip.

The rest of the evening was the right kind of uneventful that is needed on arrival-day of a vacation. The four of them got food at a local restaurant in the nearby town, then wandered home to enjoy drinks and ocean air on the patio. All four vacationers went to bed as the nearly-full moon rose in the sky. Even Rita and Arthur were too tired for a second round of fucking.

Cuddling in bed, with Tara as little spoon, Sammi felt like an oversized novelty stuffed animal. Tara cozied into Sammi so the two women were connected hip to hip. This meant Sammi's breasts rested against the back of Tara's head. The smell of Tara's soap brought Sammi back to college. She remembered vivid fantasies of touching, kissing, and fucking Tara. For what seemed hours Sammi tried almost every trick she had for falling asleep, but her mind was determined to spin scenarios in which they finally fucked. After Tara started a cute snuffle-snore that belied her muscle-bound physique, Sammi rolled to her other side and slipped a hand between her legs.

Back to back with Tara, body arranged like she was sleeping on her side, just in case Tara woke up mid-wank, Sammi freed a fantasy that had been poking the back of her brain all evening: Tara had bent Sammi into a backwards arch and tied her hands and ankles together. Her head was left dangling off the end of the bed. Tara stood over Sammi, making her redheaded friend lick her pussy from that awkward position until she came. Sammi then imagined herself on her knees, cheek pressing into the ground. Tara fucked her from behind with a strapon, each thrust shaking her whole body. In her fantasy, Sammi's orgasm was loud and life changing.

Her real orgasm was a quiet shudder and a contented sigh.

The next morning, Sammi woke with Tara cuddled up to her back, like a jetpack. Tara's forehead rested between Sammi's shoulder blades and an arm was draped over the redhead's stomach. The need to pee fought with the desire to stay in bed. Sammi resisted nature's call as long as possible. Cuddling in bed with Tara felt so cozy, but eventually her own body forced her to get up.

Though she tried to extricate herself as carefully as possible, Sammi still jostled Tara enough to wake her. The little jetpack did not want to let her cuddle buddy go, and squeezed Sammi's stomach. Need became necessity, Sammi flopped out of bed and stumbled through the cabin seeking dire relief. She barely noticed Rita and Arthur standing in the small kitchen.

Returning to the main space, feeling considerably less waterlogged, Sammi greeted Rita and Arthur. Rita poured Sammi a cup of coffee, then ignored her, letting the taller woman finish waking up.

Humid ocean air blew in through the windows making Sammi's skin breakout in goosebumps. There was not a cloud in the sky. Feelings of contentment filled her with each breath.

Sammi was about half way through her mug of coffee when Tara stumbled out of their bedroom. Eyes still half clouded with sleep she clomped over to the group, collected coffee from Rita and leaned against the counter. With her free hand, Tara draped Sammi's arm across her shoulders. In the silence, Sammi was overly aware of Tara's body against her own. She wanted to pull the shorter woman as close as she could. Sammi pushed down that desire and enjoyed the companionable silence.

"So, the two of you going to fuck all day?" Tara asked, looking over her mug at Rita and Arthur, a sleepy grin on her face. "Sammi and I can schedule our beach time around that."

"Oh! That sounds perfect..." Rita tapped her teeth in thought, then looked up at Arthur. "What do you think? An after breakfast fuck? Then clean up for lunch, followed by round two? Dinner... five-ish? We'll set an alarm, no one is fun when they are hangry. Maybe skinny dipping or sleepy, lazy sex for dessert, if we still have the energy this evening?"

"Um..." was all Arthur could manage for a moment. "Do we have enough snacks? That's a lot of calories."

Sammi snorted. "Tell you what. I was planning to get some stuff for dinner in town, I'll grab you fucking-snacks while I'm at it."

Rita pushed away from Arthur and kissed Sammi on the cheek. "You are the best wing-woman. I'm making you pancakes."

The rest of the morning passed just as Rita said it would: After pancakes were consumed, and the four of them had taken care of the dishes, she'd dragged Arthur to their room, flashing Tara and Sammi a wink in passing.

"Want to run down to the beach for a bit? Then, we can make that shopping trip happen."

Sammi changed into her green bikini in their room, throwing on a wide hat and sheer body-wrap to help protect her from the sun. In the living room, Tara was waiting wearing a suit that was more mesh than full fabric, and yet, managed to cover like a normal one-piece. Sammi knew what would feature in tonight's fantasy.

The pair walked down to the beach and Tara immediately dropped her towel, running into the surf. Sammi made sure nothing would blow away, then waded in to join her friend. It surprised Sammi that Tara's suit was actually good for swimming.

"I thought that was just to make people stare. Who knew you could move in it," Sammi said.

"Says the one wearing that bikini!" Tara replied. "Not shaming, it looks amazing on you."

"It only looks small because of my height! On you, it would probably look like a grandma's suit," Sammi said, bending her knees and pretending to walk like a geriatric.

Tara's response was to try tackling Sammi into an oncoming wave. The momentum of the moving water helped Sammi stay upright, but she felt Tara slip away. Looking around, she saw a toned calf wave ungracefully above the surface. Tara righted herself, sputtering and spitting a moment later.

"It can be tough, being short," Sammi said, walking up to her friend and patting the top of their head.

The two of them body surfed in the waves for a bit then headed up to the cabin. Rita and Arthur were fully, and exuberantly, in the throes of their lust, so Tara and Sammi quickly changed and headed into town. The whole trip Sammi was able to ignore her crush on Tara. That is, until at the grocery store, Sammi was kneeling down trying to get a box of cookies from the lowest shelf. Tara bumped into Sammi's shoulder, knocking her onto her butt. The short woman was carrying a box as big as her torso, and heavy enough to make the muscles in her arms stand out. Sammi gulped reflexively, feeling her desire for Tara explode in her brain. She was glad Tara's face was hidden behind the box. Carefully Tara set the box down beside Sammi.

"Look at this!" Tara said, kneeling between Sammi and the box. "It's a giant inflatable raft, with a canopy! You can have more time on the water and not worry about burning... um, sorry for knocking you down. The box is hard to see over."

"I'm fine," Sammi said, "Landed on my ass, plenty of padding there. You... Don't need to get that, we're only here for the week."

"Pph! What's the point of adult money if you can't spend it on frivolous shit that is going to make life a little better?" Tara started to pick up the box, then paused. "Did you find everything you wanted?"

Sammi grabbed the box of cookies, tossing them into the cart. "Yep, that's the last of it!"

Back at their home for the week, Rita and Arthur had finished fucking. They helped put all the food away and then made lunch. The group sat around the cabin's patio enjoying the breeze and shade as they digested.

"Down for a swim this afternoon?" Rita asked Arthur. She looked like she was about to take a nap, slouching in her chair, feet resting on Arther's thighs.

"No fucking this afternoon?" Sammi asked, slouching in her chair, one calf resting on a corner of the table. She was relaxed enough that Tara crossing their ankles on the redhead's thigh barely made her heart skip.

"I'm tuckered out and sore," Arthur replied, grinning over at Rita."Besides, this is a tropical vacation. I want to hit the beach, too."

Eventually, the four of them found their way down to the water. Rita and Tara splashed in the waves while Arthur dozed on his towel. Sammi pretended to read under an umbrella she'd found in the cabin. Really, she watched Tara bounce in the waves and built a fantasy around the two of them being stuck at sea on the raft Tara had bought. They only had so many ways to pass the time until they were rescued - several of which involved sitting on each other's faces.

The fantasy had become rather complex - the two of them having used some rope that happened to float by as rigging for a sail, as well as light bondage - by the time Tara and Rita came back.

"Your turn," Rita said, "too much splashing and swimming. You play with the little ball of energy, I need a nap."

Tara stuck her tongue out at Rita, who was already cuddling up to Arther, then turned to Sammi. "Come check out that promontory?" She asked, pointing to a long piece of rock sticking out into the ocean.

Groaning like an old man, Sammi got up. "Yeah, let's go."

The tide was flowing out and exposing pools of crabs and mini fish for the two of them to explore along the side of the rocky outcropping. It travelled far out into the water. From the cabin the top of it looked flat, like the prow of a large ship. The side was nowhere near as smooth. Both women had plenty of places to hold onto as they explored further out.

Watching Tara bend over a tidal pool and admire small sea creatures Sammi knew she had to do something about this crush. She could rub one out every night, fantasizing about Tara after they fell asleep. But, between that, and Rita and Arthur fucking all the time, Sammi was going to lose her mind... and rub her clit to a chafed nub in the process.

"Look at this!" Tara was poking at something in the tide pool, then quickly snatched her finger back. With said finger in her mouth she turned to Sammi. "I think a grumpy crab snipping my finger is my cue to head back. What do you say?"

Pointing the tip of the outcropping, about a hundred feet away, Sammi teased, "Not feeling adventurous enough to go all the way?" A blush crawled up Sammi's neck. She could have thrown herself into the waves just then.

"Rita and Arthur getting to you, too?" Tara said with a wink. "Do you want the bedroom or the hammock when we get back? Either way, I'm also going to have some me-time."

"You'd rub one out, right there out in the open?" Sammi felt her blush deepening and hid it by turning back to the beach.

"Nothing a sheet can't hide. Besides, it's us, no one will actually care. Plus, masterbating to a fantasy involving a mer-person, or two, with the ocean air on my skin seems really fun right about now," Tara said.

Sammi didn't respond. Her fantasy could involve a mer-person, if it also had Tara in it... Tara as a mer-person? That could be fun. Sammi listened to her friend debating between fucking a lovely mermaid, or several mermen, as they worked back towards the beach.

A large wave crashing over her body made Sammi gasp and tense up. "That will wake you up," she said, turning to look at Tara. Who was gone.

Tara was several yards away, in the water, and moving further from land.

Sammi froze watching as her friend was pulled away by the riptide. It took a few breaths, and fighting the urge to jump in after Tara, before Sammi got herself scrambling over the rocks to the beach.

"Tara fell in! She's being dragged out to sea!" Sammi yelled at Rita and Arthur, who were cuddling and sharing lazy kisses, Rita looked up upon hearing Sammi yelling.

"Sammi's caught in a riptide!" Sammi yelled again.

Rita bounced to her feet immediately and was sprinting to the cabin. Arthur was slower to react and looked between Sammi running toward him, and Rita running away. When Sammi got to him she turned him around by his arm and pushed Arthur to follow Rita.

"Yeah, that's my number. Oh! They just got here, one sec." Rita took the phone from her ear. "Emergency services are getting a boat over here to look for her. They want us along the promontory of land, the top of it, keeping an eye out for her. Bring your phones, I'll text you the number."

Rita led them all back outside and towards the flat, level, and safe part of the outcropping. Sammi was kicking herself for not insisting she and Tara explore up there, not down by the waves. She froze where the path forked to the outcropping and the beach.

"I'm going to check the beach. Maybe Tara made it back," Sammi said to Rita and Arthur. The couple nodded but didn't stop walking.

Halfway to the beach Sammi started shaking. She sat down, burying her feet and hands in the warm sand until the adrenaline worked out of her system. She wasn't ready to cry, she just needed not to be frantic.

Finally standing up Sammi looked around. Rita and Arthur were at the edge of the promontory, backs to the cabin. The beach in front of the cabin was its own little bay. The promontory framed one end. A gentle curve made by a high dune framed the other. Sammi decided to explore around the curve, just in case Tara had made it to shore there.

Reaching the beach proper, Sammi divided her attention between looking out over the water and willing Tara to walk around the bend beneath the dune.

She had to pause and shake her head, thinking she was losing her mind, when did walk around the bend. She looked tired, but whole. For the second time that afternoon Sammi sprinted across the beach.

"I can't believe you are safe!" Sammi shouted, barely slowing down, using her momentum to spin the two of them into a hug. "Rita and Arthur are still on the phone with the Coast Guard; we have to let them know you are okay!"

She tried to pull Tara, make her friend's shorter legs move faster, and completely failed. Tara was grinning at her. She also looked like she was deflating.

"Sammi, I'm tired. I swam all the way back," Tara said. "Run ahead to let everyone know I'm safe. I'll catch up. No going by the water. Promise."

Jogging back up to the cabin Sammi laughed to herself. She'd only been half joking about going for walks when got horny. There were only so many times she could masturbate without feeling like she was rubbing herself raw. Apparently there were other benefits. All the running she'd done today hadn't wrecked her. Getting back to the fork, Sammi realized she had her phone on her and felt silly. She called Arthur, under the assumption Rita was on the phone with the Coast Guard, and let him know Tara was okay.

The rest of the day was a mix of bubbling jubilation from the three friends, and Tara being too tired to celebrate. Tara insisted she was fine, if hungry, and was going to conk out on the hammock. Sammi brought her a sandwich and cuddled her friend until Tara fell asleep in her arms. It would have been too hard, emotionally and physically, to extract herself fro, so Sammi let herself be trapped. In the end she became Tara's giant stuffy to hold, squeeze, and drool on while they napped. In the cabin she could hear Rita and Arthur fucking the afternoon's stress away. Sammi idly wished that was her and Tara, but she was just glad to be holding her friend.