A Day Trip To The Beach

My best friend Julie had to wear braces on her teeth longer than anyone else in our class. Even though she was one of the oldest, she was the shortest and smallest. She had a pretty face, long blond hair, little A-sized titties, and a mighty girl personality. No one got the best of Julie. I loved her confidence, and in this way I wanted to be more like her. 

Finally, her braces were to be removed. I suggested that we have a celebration, maybe eat a whole bunch of sticky candy. She had another idea. “I want to make out with a boy, really go at it with French kissing.” I laughed, most of the boys at our school were jerks, dumb, immature or a combination of those traits. I then thought of Shane, who was a bit smarter and nicer. In the past few months he started looking more like a man than a little boy. It’s amazing what the teenage years can do with a developing body. “Nah,” she said, “Shane will be yours to make out with. I’m going with Miles.” Wow, I hadn’t realized that I was going to be part of her plan, but I was somewhat attracted to Shane. Miles was from the UK, transferring in for a semester. He had bright red hair and very pale skin.

We set out a plan. Later that week, we were having school testing. After finishing the test in the morning, we were free to leave campus. Julie would drive the four of us to the beach. Wearing revealing bathing suits, we could get the boys to accept our advances and make out with them. The thought of French kissing and what it could lead to was very exciting. I was all in. Julie and I had very little experience with boys, but we were mighty girls, confident in our petite bodies. 

Convincing Miles and Shane to join our plan was not difficult. They didn’t have anything scheduled and actually needed a ride home. We told them that Julie and I were going to the beach, and we’d love to have them join us. 

Julie bought a special bathing suit for the event: a tiny, red string bikini. With her small size, it had very little fabric. I wore a two-piece with a top that barely covered my nice B-sized breasts and thin black swim bottoms that were a bit more modest. We both had coverups for when we weren’t on the beach or in the water. 

During the drive to the beach Julie played oldies music, which we sang while swaying back and forth. The boys were singing along, a good sign. At the beach the weather was overcast but still warm. Since it was early afternoon on a cloudy weekday, the beach was almost empty. Perfect. Just a few families with young children and retired folks in beach chairs close to the parking area. We walked down about five minutes to a stretch of the beach that was empty and set up a tent-like sunshade. 

Following our plan, Julie and I peeled off our coverups revealing our nubile bodies. Julie set up music with a playlist specifically for this trip, heavy on The Rolling Stones. Julie and I danced on the sand, waving our arms in the air, laughing, and shaking our hips. The boys certainly took notice of our performance, smiling and nodding their heads. 

Shane suggested that we make a sand castle. Although not part of our secret plan, I agreed since it was the perfect activity to get us closer together. As Shane shaped the towers, Julie suggested that they looked like phalluses. I worked on the other side of the castle, sitting with one leg tucked in. I had a technique of surreptitiously pressing the heel of my foot against my pussy. Even slight movements of my foot would stir my arousal. I used this technique occasionally in school, bending my leg up on my chair and rubbing my pussy with my heel with no one noticing. Once during study hall, I brought myself to orgasm as everyone around me was working oblivious to my masturbating. 

My swim shorts were made of thin material, and my secret masturbation technique was getting me turned on. I looked at Shane, now with his shirt off. Yes, he had developed nicely with broad muscles and even some hair on his chest. Yummy. 

Julie whispered in Miles’ ear, and then announced, “We’re going to take a walk down the beach.” They took a few steps, then Julie stood on her toes, whispering again into Miles’ ear. They changed course and sat down under the sunshade. Yes, this was going exactly to her plan. It didn’t take long before Julie and Miles were making out, lips locked. I could tell by their cheeks that tongues were involved. Shane, still working on the sand castle, had his back to them–he thought they were on a walk. I didn’t want to stare, but I couldn’t help glancing up at them every once in a while. 

Our castle wasn’t progressing. We lost two builders, and I was pretty distracted with my heel pressing against my pussy. I decided to move closer to Shane. When I did, my tits passed right in front of his face. After sitting down, I stretched back and tried to push my chest out as far as I could. I then took my foot and playfully touched his leg. Only I knew that my heel was a bit damp from pussy juices that had seeped through my swim shorts. “Let’s go for a swim,” I said. 

When Shane got up, he saw Julie and Miles under the sunshade passionately kissing. Miles had his hand on top of Julie’s titty caressing her nipple, she had her hand on his chest and was slowly moving it down. “Oh shit,” Shane said, “they got friendly.” “That was Julie’s goal all along,” I said. 

I held Shane’s hand as we entered the warm water of the Gulf of Mexico. After a pause, Shane tentatively asked, “And what is your goal?” I took a moment to think about what to say, then said in a slow, low voice, “A very, very similar goal.” We were now in calm water up to our waist.  I turned around facing Shane and kissed him gently on the lips. I pulled back, looked at his smiling face, closed my eyes, and moved in again with my mouth slightly open for my first French kiss. Our tongues moved around each other, first tentatively, then more exploring, then with more intensity. I kissed his neck. I spoke into his ear, “I am so turned on!” I took his hand and placed it over my breast. He didn’t need any more encouragement. For the first time, a boy was fondling my tits, rubbing my nipples. I felt powerful and sexy. 

On shore I saw Julie and Miles still at it under the sunshade. It looked like Miles had his fingers inside Julie’s tiny bikini bottoms. What a banner day for Julie! First kiss and now getting fingered. Lucky girl!

Looking down, I saw Shane’s board shorts tenting up. “Oh, what do we have here?” I moved my hands under the water and over his cock. I rubbed a few times over his shorts, then undid the string tie, and reached my hand to touch his cock directly, another first for me. It felt both very hard and nicely soft at the same time. Shane was circumcised, and his cock head looked beautiful. I didn’t really know how to properly jerk off a boy, but with Shane it didn’t matter. With my back to the beach, I lifted up my bikini top to expose my tits. This time I didn’t need to guide his hands to have him fondle them. My hands returned to his cock, and with just a few strokes he said, “Lindsey, I’m gonna cum.” I could feel the pulsing cum flowing through the vein on the front of his penis, then I saw strands of white, stickiness flowing in the water. “How cool is that,” I said. I caught some of his floating semen in my cupped hands. 

I repositioned my bikini top. Shane pulled up his swimsuit, and we held hands, letting our bodies float a bit on the water. We heard Julie and Miles calling out to us as they jogged into the water to meet us. I noticed that Miles splashed water on his chest. Awesome, Julie got Miles to cum like I did with Shane. Good for her. After a bit of playing around in the water, we packed up our gear and went back to Julie’s car.

When we dropped off the boys, Julie shared more of what happened on her end. The kissing was all that she hoped it would be. Miles was a very attentive lover. Her small titties were very sensitive to his touch. She mentioned something about how small breasts have their nerve endings closer together, making them more erogenous. She told Miles that she wanted him to pull aside her bikini bottoms so that he could touch her pussy. Julie then gave him specific directions about how to get her off. With his fingers exploring her vagina and then rubbing her clit, he brought her to orgasm. When it was his turn, she was surprised with Miles’ red pubic hair and found it captivating. She wrapped both of her small hands around his cock, which she said was surprisingly large and uncircumcised. She moved her hands down one by one in a long continuous stroke. “Yeah, he didn’t last long. He spurted his cum all over himself, even on his chin. It was like the Old Faithful geyser erupting from his cock.”

We laughed hard. I told Julie that her teeth looked amazing without braces. We stopped at a convenience store and bought the stickiest taffy candy to celebrate our grand success.