Changing and the Beach

“Don’t come in here!” Gemma called from the ensuite washroom.

“Why?” you asked. “What are you two doing in there, you literally pee in front of me and don’t care and you’re not both on the toilet.”

“Just hold your horses,” Sabrina said, sticking her head out of the door. “Change into your swimsuit. Actually, if you really want to make us happy, wear the Speedo I bought you.” She ended that with a scrunch of her nose and a smirk.

“Jokes on you, I didn’t pack it,” you said, heading over to the dresser where Gemma had put all of your clothes.

“Jokes on you, I did,” Sabrina laughed, dipping back into the washroom.

“Well, what did you think of the group?” you asked as you dropped your shorts and briefs and started putting on your swim trunks.

“They were nice,” Gemma said. “Corey and Victoria are sweet.”

“I really like Ollie,” Sabrina said. “I can’t believe we haven’t met at school before. I feel like I missed out on her almost as much as you.”

“Yeah, well, just wait for when you two disagree on something and you might rethink that,” you joked. “She doesn’t like to be wrong.”

“Well neither do we,” Gemma said. “But it helps when you’re never wrong.”

You chuckled and decided to change your shirt to something more beachy, tossing on a thin, short-sleeved button-down. “For some reason, that’s what all the most important women in my life say.”

“Maybe that’s because you attract smart, capable women, baby,” Sabrina said, coming out of the washroom followed by Gemma. They both were grinning and struck a casual pose.

“What’s wrong, John? Don’t you like our swimsuits?” Gemma teased you.

As soon as they came out you had frozen in place with your jaw dropped low.

On Sabrina, the bikini was lewd. Calling it a microkini would have suggested there was more fabric involved. It was pretty much just strings. Her little boobs were completely open except for a strand of fabric less than an inch in diameter that covered her nipples, and even while she was walking one of them popped out. The bottoms were just floss and left pretty much her entire pussy exposed except for a similar little strip of fabric covering her clit hood and that was about it.

On Gemma, who was wearing the same suit, it should have been illegal.

“Um,” you said loudly.

“I think it makes my ass look great,” Gemma said, turning around and showing you her entirely bare butt except for the string of floss wedged between her cheeks. “What do you think, love?”

“I dunno, it kinda rides up,” Sabrina said, turning as well to show off her smaller booty. “I feel like I’ll be picking wedgies all day.” And then she did just that, peeling the string out from her buttcrack and then letting it fall right back into place.

“I think we might have broken him,” Gemma said. “It must be perfect.”

Sabrina looked over her shoulder at you and burst into laughter.

“Love, we’re just kidding,” Gemma giggled, stepping over to you and reaching up to caress your cheeks. “These suits aren’t leaving this room.”

“Oh, thank God,” you sighed and laughed. “I mean, God dayum you two look fucking hot, but I don’t think the world could handle the two of you like that, let alone my ego.”

“I knew it would work,” Sabrina chuckled as she also came over to you, taking one of your hands from Gemma and placing it on her breast. “What do you think, want to fuck me while I’m wearing this, Daddy?”

“You, little miss, are asking for trouble,” you said and fished a finger under the elastic string and pulled it out an inch before letting it snap back against her shoulder.

“Promises, promises,” Sabrina grinned.

“What about me, love?” Gemma asked. “It’s a little more ridiculous on me, but maybe tonight?”

“It looks perfect on you, Gem,” you said. “For my eyes only, but perfect.”

“Thanks, love,” she smiled, revelling a little bit in your compliments. Then she turned to Sabrina. “Alright, let’s get our actual suits on.”

They went and changed quickly, Gemma in a one-piece that had a halter top that showed off her curves and a cutout of her cleavage while Sabrina came back out dressed in a normal bikini with a colourful turquoise flower pattern. It was still a little on the slim side, but with her tight little body it wasn’t so suggestive. Gemma did her thick hair back in a ponytail and then helped Sabrina with a quick braid that would keep her hair manageable in the ocean.

The three of you grabbed your towels and headed downstairs where the rest of the group were already waiting. Brent, Paul and Edgar would likely have finished first and were looking impatient - all three were in swimsuits, and Brent was shirtless. Corey was wearing athletic shorts and a t-shirt, while Victoria, his petite girlfriend, was wearing a tie-dye beach cover-up and had her brunette hair loose. Ollie, for her part, was wearing shorts and just her bikini top, showing off a bit of a swathe of her mocha-dark cleavage.

The nine of you set off, Gemma taking the lead since she had looked up the directions to the beach. You ended up walking with Sabrina, her arm looped in yours, while Ollie sidled up to Gemma to get to know your other girlfriend. Halfway through the walk, Edgar started complaining about the rocky path you were on, and Gemma reminded him that she’d warned him to wear runners and not flip-flops. That shut him up for the most part, though he still hissed little complaints to himself occasionally.

When you reached the beach you found that the place was already busy as hell - the Friday of the July 4th weekend was clearly a boom time for the town. The beach itself was plastered with people, and the shops, restaurants and bars up and down the main street were bustling and loud, while street vendors were out in force. The nine of you decided to find a spot on the beach before venturing out and exploring, so you ended up walking single file through the crowded sands for another five minutes until you found a spot big enough for all of you. Once you had the spot staked out, and towels down, Brent, Edgar and Paul all took off for the water. You had the urge to rush with them and feel the cool water of the Atlantic splash over you.

“I think you’re domesticating me,” you laughed as instead of running off you waited to make sure everything was good with the rest of the group.

“Gentlemen in the streets, barbarian in the sheets, love,” Gemma grinned and gave you a little kiss.

“Oh, God,” Ollie laughed. “I did not need to hear that.”

“Hey, we gotta reward him for good behaviour,” Sabrina teased. “I’d say it’s like training a dog, but he’s more manly than that. It’s like trying to train a lion - you can get him to stay up on the pillar and open his mouth, but at some point, he’s going to let you know who's boss.”

“Stop, I’m blushing,” you smirked.

“Holy shit,” Gemma muttered way under her breath. You glanced where she was looking and saw that Victoria was pulling off her colourful cover-up. You’d always thought of her as the skinny, quiet girlfriend of Corey and you’d missed that she must have worn a lot of bulky clothing because as her bikini came into view you were sort of stunned. She had the body of Sabrina, but the tits of Gemma. You were almost worried she would be too top-heavy and fall over, they were so big.

“God damn, girl,” Sabrina said, going over to her. “Jesus, you are packing heat.”

“Thanks?” Victoria laughed nervously as she set down her cover-up.

“Come on,” Sabrina said. “Let’s go be hot bitches together. Boys, watch our stuff. Gemma, Ollie?”

“Let’s do it,” Ollie laughed, shucking off her shorts to reveal her black bikini bottoms that seemed like they might have been having a hard time keeping up with her curvy hips and butt.

“Don’t worry, Vic,” Gemma said, stepping to her other side and taking her hand comfortingly. “Sabrina is going to suck up all the attention she can.”

“Thanks,” Victoria chuckled.

“Let’s go, bitches!” Sabrina crowed as she led them off across the beach.

“Oh, no, that’s cool,” you said, standing beside Corey. “We’ll just stay here. In the hot sun. Watching everyone’s stuff.”

“Sunscreen?” Corey offered me, pulling it out of Victoria’s beach bag.

“Yes, please,” you nodded. Gemma and Sabrina had already covered you, but with the bright day and hot sun, you felt like another layer wasn’t out of the question. It was going to be a steamer.

Breakthebar erotica is powered by Patreon, where OFG chapters are now releasing 5+ chapters ahead. PM if interested in making a Commission.