Brooke, who forgot to bring her bikini to the lake. (Finished!)

It was the sort of sultry, sunny day that beaches were made for, and the whole town seemed to agree. The sandy lakeshore was as busy as Mia had ever seen it, every square foot seemingly taken by a family or couple or gaggle of young adults lounging on their towels, the little wind-born waves hardly having a chance to make it to land before breaking on a pair of legs or playful hands. "Told you we should've gotten here earlier."

"Ah, relax." That was Brooke, never letting things get to her—one of several things Mia quietly envied about her friend. "See, here we go." The tall, stacked brunette was pointing to an unoccupied patch of sand in between a trio of college-aged guys (decently cute, Mia couldn't help but note) and a pair of older ladies in one-pieces and sunhats. There was room for their towels with a decent personal bubble to spare. With a shrug and a nod, Mia fell in line as Brooke navigated through the crowd.

The two twenty-four-year-olds staked their claim to the empty spot in short order, unrolling their brightly colored towels and setting down their bags. Her spot secured, Brooke paused a moment to stretch, breathing deep of the summer air. The motions had the side effect of thrusting out her impressive chest, full D-cups emphasized by her tight grey athletic top. Mia couldn't tell if her friend was showing off on purpose; Brooke had always had that kind of understated confidence that made her flaunting seem painfully natural.

"Can you hold down the fort a sec?" Shaken back to the present, Mia found Brooke finished with her little display, going for her canvas beach bag. "I'm gonna go change."

Mia's brow furrowed. "You didn't wear your suit here?" The slender redhead had already shed her breezy t-shirt to reveal her usual navy bikini top underneath.

Brooke shook her head. "Nah, I came straight from the gym." Mia shrugged in assent, stripping out of her Daisy Dukes and down to her matching bikini bottoms while Brooke dug through her supplies in search of her own suit. Several seconds passed before a frown darkened her sun-weathered features. "Actually...shit...."

Mia had moved on to sunscreen, knowing her fair complexion would crisp up like potato chips unprotected. "What?" she said without looking.

"I think I left it at home."

Mia stopped midway through spreading lotion up her arm. "Your suit?"

"Yeah." Brooke was still digging through her bag, but clearly losing hope.

"Oh...damn." Mia's lips pursed in concern. "Well, you could just wear your underwear?"

Sighing in defeat, Brooke sat back on her curvy haunches, abandoning the search. "Ugh, I don't wanna sunbathe in a sports bra."

Mia shrugged. "Well, what else can you do?"

Brooke chewed on one of her own plush lips for a few seconds, glancing up and down the beach. Then, with a shrug of her own, she stood up. "Fuck it." As she shucked off her tight top, revealing the concealing black sports bra underneath, Mia went back to applying her sunscreen, figuring the matter was resolved. However, the redhead froze once more as, without any hesitation or ceremony, her friend continued past her top, peeling off the bra as well and dropping it at her side. There was Brooke, standing plain as day in front of dozens of fellow beachgoers with her tits completely out, showing not a hint of embarrassment or sign that she saw anything unusual about that state of affairs.

Mia squeezed her eyes shut for a good second, but when she opened them, the sight before her had refused to change. "Wha—...what are you doing?"

"I'm just gonna go naked." Not even her friend's obvious shock seemed to faze Brooke. As Mia watched, mouth hanging open, the brunette showed the truth of her words, peeling off her tight lycra shorts and the panties beneath in one move. Bending for a second to slide the clingy garments all the way down and off her legs, she straightened up again and stretched once more, arms crossed over her head, chest thrust out. Mia was treated to a complete unobstructed view of her friend's naked body.

Mia was pretty sure she wasn't into girls—certainly not Brooke, at least—but that didn't mean she couldn't appreciate another woman's body in an abstract sense. And Brooke lacked for little to appreciate. Her ability to maintain a near-perfect hourglass build, with her full breasts and plump bubble butt balanced by a toned tummy, had been a source of much consternation for the perpetually slim redhead for as long as they'd known each other. Even this early in the summer, her skin held a rich sun-kissed glow, with hardly a blemish or stretch mark as far as the eye could see. Mia couldn't help but find her eye drawn to the small landing strip of dark brown hair that seemed designed to lead one's gaze between her friend's legs, towards her smoothly waxed, plump pussy lips.

Realizing she was still sitting there gawping, Mia shook her head clear, remembering where they both were. "You...you can't do that!" she hissed, reflexively lowering her voice as if there were any hope of this scene avoiding notice.

"Why not?" Still looking totally unconcerned, Brooke settled back down to take a seat on her towel, already reaching back into her bag for her own sunscreen. "I tan naked in my back yard all the time." This was news to Mia, though now that she thought of it, she couldn't help but notice Brooke's tan was even across her whole body, with no lines she could see.

This definitely shouldn't have been as hard as it was. "Well okay, but...I mean, do you see all the people around us?" Reminded by her own words of the many potential onlookers, Mia tore her eyes away from Brooke's nudity to furtively scan the groups near them. The two ladies in the sunhats showed no sign of having noticed yet, still lying back on their towels with their eyes hidden behind dark shades, but over on the side closer to Brooke, the trio of college guys were staring in wide-eyed amazement, whispering to one another without taking their gazes off the show for a second. The sight made Mia's stomach twist. "You're gonna get us arrested!"

Brooke sighed in that way that meant she thought Mia was getting all worked up over nothing. "Come on, you're overreacting. It's really not that big a deal." Seeing that Mia wasn't reassured, she put on her best gently-pleading-and-slightly-condescending face. "Look, Mia, we've been looking forward to this for months. Can you please just try to relax?"

Mia wanted to argue; she knew this was completely insane, and the fact that Brooke was being so nonchalant about it made her question her friend's mental state. But she knew well enough that when Brooke got like this, there was no swaying her. "Fine," the redhead snapped. "But if any cops or lifeguards or whoever show up, I'm not with you."

"Fair enough," Brooke assented.

With the matter apparently resolved to her liking, the naked brunette went back to fishing her sunscreen out of her bag. Seeing little option for now but to try and pretend none of this was happening, Mia went back to putting hers on. The two spent several minutes in silence, tense on one side and relaxed on the other, while they both applied their SPF. Despite her attempt to ignore the situation, Mia couldn't resist an anxious glance over at the boys every few seconds, afraid of the further attention they might draw. To her rather small relief, they didn't seem too interested in causing a scene; once the shock wore off, it seemed they'd agreed that the best policy would be to play it cool and just enjoy their good fortune as unobtrusively as possible, and the most Mia caught them up to was quiet sidelong looks.

However, every time she checked on the boys, Mia was unavoidably confronted with Brooke's nudity all over again. And, to Mia's frustration, Brooke still seemed to have no interest in hiding her state. Sitting with the same relaxed posture as always, she went about spreading her sunscreen thoroughly over her exposed skin, making sure not to miss any of the parts that would normally be covered by her bikini. She slathered the lotion over her heavy breasts, even taking a moment to work some of it into the nubs of her sun-darkened nipples, without showing a care for how the motion looked. Parting her legs, she applied some of the stuff to the outside of her pussy, completely casual despite the fact that the gesture was nigh-indistinguishable from diddling herself. The worst of it came when Mia happened to glance over to find Brooke up on her knees, working lotion into her generous buttcheeks. The globes of soft, jiggly flesh bounced and rippled softly with the self-massage. Mia felt her cheeks flush as Brooke re-upped from the bottle and reached with freshly-lotioned fingers into the crack of her ass, clearly making sure to apply the stuff to every sensitive spot. Well, Mia thought, I guess it would suck to get a sunburn on your butthole. Still, Brooke could've at least had the decency to be a little bit discreet about it.

With the head start she'd had (and her somewhat smaller area of skin to cover), Mia finished her sunscreen first. She was reaching into her own bag, thinking of grabbing her phone or maybe the book she'd brought, when Brooke spoke up again. "You mind doing my back?"

The hairs on Mia's neck stood up. She really didn't want to have to face Brooke that closely right now...but, well, it wasn't as if she hadn't done her friend this exact favor plenty of times before. One of the few advantages Mia could say she held over Brooke was that she was more flexible, enough to put sunscreen on her own back without help, something Brooke could never seem to manage. "Fine," she grumbled, leaving her bag alone and turning to face the naked brunette.

Brooke was sitting with her back to Mia, holding up her bottle of sunscreen over her shoulder. This put her directly facing the college guys, who were being far less subtle than they probably thought about noticing. There was no way Brooke could be unaware of their attention, but if she cared, Mia couldn't tell. With a sigh, Mia accepted the bottle and got to work spreading the gooey stuff up and down her friend's back, doing her best to imagine Brooke had just unfastened her bikini top to keep it out of the way.

"That should be good," she announced after a minute.

Turning back around, Brooke shot her an easy smile. "Thanks, boo." With that, she lay down on her back, stretching out on her towel and closing her eyes without a hint of hesitation.

Once more, Mia was left just staring. Was this all just a bizarre dream? There was her best friend, lying out in the sun naked and completely unafraid, surrounded by strangers, and no one but her hardly seemed to care. Well...obviously that wasn't true. The three guys were clearly well aware of what was going on, and as she took another furtive look around, Mia saw a few looks coming from groups further up the beach, most baffled, some scornful, a few admiring. Yet she spotted no sign of approaching lifeguards or cops or any such person. Was Brooke right? Was she overreacting? So far, it seemed like everything was somehow fine....

With no other real option, Mia was left to simply shrug and accept that, for the moment at least, Brooke was getting away with this. The thought twisted painfully at something in Mia, but she couldn't quite tell what, and the feeling was gone before she could put a finger on it.

Shaking her head, she found her book and flipped to the next chapter.