Admiring the view

Kirsty sat on a towel, sucking the meat from a chicken bone. A couple of the boys had got a barbeque going, in between taking turns on the waves and turns in Nichol. The other teen was still going strong… her sexual appetite having always been impressive, even to a self-professed slut chasing the taste of semen down her own throat that very moment.

She thought back along the course of their friendship, growing up in this small, coastal town. In a place where everyone knew everyone else's business, it was sometimes hard to make any real connections… to feel like you had some escape from the close-knit world of petty gossip and inevitabilities. Neither teen wanted to end up just another housewife, sharing a bed with the same highschool sweetheart every night until they'd popped out 2.5 children, whilst dreaming about the mailman. So instead… they'd started sharing secret little fantasies with each other. Whispering ideas for what a life wholly opposite what was expected of them might look like. Egging each other on to dig up dirtier, sexier daydreams to share as the other girls their age only seemed more and more uptight and prudish.

Making friends with Rhod had been the final piece of the puzzle: A boy so charmingly sweet and innocuous that they could… practice on him without much fear. Both sets of their parents loved the big lummox. They even seemed to think he might be gay. He had certainly seemed a little surprised the first time Nichol had asked if they could try giving him a blowjob, but had never complained about any of the ‘experiments’ since. Slowly but surely the pair of them grew more and more confident in exploring their insatiable sexualities and less and less interested in what anyone else might think about it. The Cove had become the ultimate expression of that… here all the out-of-clique flotsam and jetsam washed up. Here the two teen beauties had an endless supply of casual acquaintances to fool around with.

Kirsty watched her best friend be pitched forward and taken from behind. Watched the ripple of each thrust echo up through her naked body. Watched the muscles within pitch and tense as each wave of pleasure and tension wracked through them. Watched the eagerness with which those hips bucked back against whichever boy was penetrating them and the sway of Nichol's impressive breasts with each and every movement. It had very much entered Kirsty's mind that she might be more than a little bisexual… but there was more to her kink than that. The pleasure she derived from admiring her closest companion being screwed was real, physical and palpable. The sound of Nichol's catching breaths; turning to gasps, and then on into moans; was music to her ears. The signs of unabashed, unrestrained bliss washing across those features… a fleeting artwork she could watch be painted again and again and again.

Sitting on her scraggy towel, still gnawing at her chicken bone. Kirsty could not help but let her other hand stray down between her thighs. The wetness she found there waiting was not a surprise in the slightest. For what may well have been the hundredth time she began masturbating to the vision of some stranger fucking her besty, trying to catch the eyes beneath that sweating brow. Nichol noticed her attention… and smiled. More than happy to be the muse in such an interaction.