Claire: convincing Ramya to go topless on the beach

After an afternoon of day-drinking, Ramya and I are walking on the beach at the resort next to ours, where topless sunbathing is common.

"Damn, you look hot," Ramya says. "I want to have sex. Let's go back."

"A little more," I reply. "This is making me super horny. I've never been topless in public."

"I wish I had your boobs," Ramya groans as we walk.

I was self-conscious for the first minute baring my breasts, but now I am surprisingly comfortable. "I wish I had your exotic face, long, black hair, perfect ass, extroverted personality, brilliant mind, leadership skills, and career success."

Ramya pauses to let my genuine praise sink in. "Well, I'm not really an extrovert. I'm good at faking it when I have to."

I grin. "But I do have great tits."

"Yes you do. And men are noticing."

I flush red as I catch a guy about 30 yards away staring. A quick glance around confirms that I have by far the best bare rack on the beach. One woman has larger breasts, but she's overweight and older. Also beautiful and good for her, but mine are winning the attention.

"Okay fine," my mentor grumbles and unties her top. Her large breasts spill out heavily, flopping down and swinging with the motion. It's a contrast to the rest of her body — athletic, firm, low body fat with the hint of abs — yet she carries these big, natural cannons. They hang low on her chest, stretch marks visible on the upper slopes, leading to large, dark areolas and big nipples that point down. Every step makes them sway pendulously. I love staring at them almost as much as sucking on them.

I hold her hand and grin. "You're incredibly sexy. Men love natural."

“Natural and perky like yours, not cow tits like mine,” she mutters, but I can see the flush of pride on her cheeks. “Holding hands is getting us more looks. They think we’re lesbians.”

“Only for you.” I bump her shoulder. “I’ve got zero interest in any other girl.”

"I love when you talk like that," she says.

Ramya stops near the water’s edge, our feet in the gentle waves. The low sun casts a bronze glow over her golden skin and bare breasts. She is breathtaking.

“I have some news,” she says quietly, clasping my hand tighter. “I’m going to lose my virginity.”

The words hang in the air. I laugh. “Wait... actual penis-in-vagina sex? Did you get engaged and forget to tell me?”

“No. This is happening premaritally.”

I mock-gasp. “You little slut. No one will marry you if you pop your cherry.”

Ramya smiles, but her eyes are serious. “I talked to my dad. I don’t want an arranged marriage with an Indian. The recent dates have been awful… and honestly, they’re not exactly lining up for me.” She cuts off my objection. “I’m too tall. I’m Christian, which already limits the pool a lot. And now with this promotion… successful women like me scare a lot of guys and their families off. Plus I just turned 24. That’s getting old in our culture.”

"That's bullshit," I say, and she knows I mean the unfair expectations.

"I still want to get married and start a family. It will be for love it if happens. But right now, I just want to get laid."

"Who will do the honors?" I ask with a grin. A weird mix of jealousy and excitement twists in my stomach as my pussy throbs.

"I don't know. I've turned away so many men that probably would have done a great job of it. Blow-and-go, you know me."

I squeeze her hand. “Your pussy is sacred. I think that’s cool. What’s the closest you’ve come to caving?”

"Tanner, actually. A year ago, my 23rd birthday."

I look at her with wide eyes and scoff. After my second date with Tanner, she finally confessed she had gone out with him a long time ago. "He's good, isn't he?"

She nods and laughs. "He's very persuasive. He got the tip in."

"Ramya..."

She adds, "I like him for you, Claire. I wasn't ready. My guy is still out there."

I sigh deeply and look away. "I'm jealous."

"Jealous I still get to go through a painful, awkward first time?"

"No. Jealous you'll have such a powerful experience with someone besides me." I squeeze her hand. In the relative privacy of a beach while staring at her awesome tits, my lips loosen. "I love you." I blurt out.

She grins and says, "A few hours with all these gay people and you're suddenly one of them?"

“I don’t mean… I’m not in love with you like that. I just… I love you. You’ve changed my life.”

Ramya leans in and kisses me softly on the lips, right there on the beach, and it lingers long enough to be dangerous. “I love you too, Claire."

I know what she needs from me. And I know what I want more than anything right now, and I am going to take it.

I reach between her legs and graze her pussy over the thin thong with my hand. "I'm going to break in your virgin pussy tonight for you, Ramya.

She smirks. “Get in line. A lot of people have been waiting for me to put out.” She pauses, then adds teasingly with a playful poke to my crotch, “And you don't have the hardware.”

She doesn't even look surprised, and banters back. "Stand in line, girl. A lot of people have been waiting for me to put out. I mean if you'd thought to bring the hardware, I might be persuaded to make some bad decisions. What happens in Cancun stays in Cancun, right?"

I arch an eyebrow. "I checked a bag, remember?"

Her mouth falls open. “Wait... Did you... You're teasing."

“I brought the small one too. You don’t have to take the big one.”

Ramya bites her lip, clearly turned on. “What if I want to take the Outlaw?”

“Holy shit,” I breathe, grinning. “I'm so horny right now I can't stand it. I bought a harness too, and I know how to use it. You're getting fucked tonight, Ramya.

Her eyes widen at the crude word. She pulls my hand away but keeps holding it, then playfully slaps my ass in the thong. It jiggles just a little more than hers would. “Take me to our room, Claire. Talk me into some bad decisions.”

We start walking back toward our resort, still topless, completely lost in each other. We don’t even notice we’ve crossed back onto our own beach until the trans girl from earlier — still sitting in the same chair — stares openly at us.

“Is she still looking?” Ramya asks, turning so her back is to the girl.

“Yes,” I laugh. “She likes your ass too, apparently. She still looks kind of sad… Should we invite her to join us for a drink and cheer her up?”

Author's note: I'm planning several branches here, but the only one written so far is sex with a trans girl, which I know isn't for everyone. I have plenty of more vanilla sex with deflowerings in other branches if this doesn't suit you.