Life as a good little girl/Finding a spot in the sun sounds nice. You're feeling kind of sleepy now anyway.
From Create Your Own Story
"Let's do the beach," Tiffany says, taking the choice from you and dragging you out onto the sand. "There's lots of guys for you to fuck out here. You'll be juicing up in no time from all the old farts."
"Um, I don't know..."
"Oh, we'll get plenty of young ones too..."
"That's not..."
"But first I should change or I'll look out of place. Good thing I came prepared for all this," she says and plops her purse down on the sands. The next moment she's pulling off her top and your jaw is dropping.
You've always found Tiff to be incredibly beautiful. Your breath would catch in your throat when you saw her. Not that you're a dyke or anything. She's just that hot. And now she's stripping down to a tiny little red bikini that shows off almost every inch of her sexy body.
"You like?" she twirls in the sand. Breasts. Ass. Breasts. Ass. You drink them in, practically fainting when she bents, knees straight, ass pointed straight at you. You barely notice her stuffing her clothes in her oversized purse. You'd wondered why she'd had such a big one, now you're thankful she does because you're liking the beach suddenly.
"Let's go find a good spot," she says and takes your hand. She doesn't have to pull you this time, and you can't stop looking at her.
"Do I have something on me?" she asks, noticing, and you blush red.
"N-no..." you look away, then without even thinking you find yourself blurting. "You've got amazing boobs!"
Tiff smirks. "I know. The guys all love them. And some of the dykes too."
Somehow you manage to clamp your mouth shut. You definitely don't want to be classified as a dyke.
"Ooh, here's good. Out of sight of the life-guard, and it has a nice big umbrella in place already. I guess someone forgot it. You lie down, I'll find someone with suntan oil."
"I don't know..."
"Don't worry, we won't just stop at one. After a few guys do you then maybe I'll let you do me," she winks. "I wouldn't want to burn, after all."
"D-do..." you stammer, but she's already turning away, assessing the beach. The thought of 'doing' Tiffany nearly sends your hand down to your pussy so you flop yourself down on the beach instead.
In spite of the large umbrella creating shade the sand is hot on your breasts, and you nearly turn over, only to remember that your 'top' basically shows off every inch of your little boobs. At least the bottom can cover your bum.
Placing your hands under your head as a pillow you wait, body thrumming in anticipation of Tiffany's return, mind thinking of running your hands - and maybe more - over your only friend.
Life as a good little girl/Tiffany returns with the first of many
