Interlewd: Fourth of July

The two girls stood at the start of the Vermilion Beach, already beginning to sweat from the overbearing heat. Lt. Surge and her noticeably taller maid, Grey, had arrived once again for the annual fireworks display. Grey, with her usual purplish-red twintails, was sporting a red, white, and blue bikini in the pattern of the Kanto regional flag. The bikini was far too small, her massive bust threatening to spill out at any moment, and the thong-like bottoms nearly slipping between the lips of her pussy. Both events had occurred more than once on the way here. Surge had, like always, neglected to tidy up her thick head of blonde hair, which naturally formed a messy bob cut. The short girl, not even reaching Grey’s shoulders, was clad in a similarly patriotic bikini, emphasizing her small but palmable tits. A pair of green cargo shorts defended the decency of her nethers, but she was still quite out of her element. They both sighed.

“Grey, remind me why we had to wear bikinis this year?” Surge asked irritably.

“Because wearing a bikini to the beach in the summertime is a tradition of femininity, health, and youth. Remind me, Lieutenant, why we had to wear Kanto’s flag on our bodies?”

“Because!” the blonde exclaimed, “It’s Kanto freakin’ Independence Day! The flag is a symbol of patriotism. You got a problem with patriotism?”

“No, absolutely not,” Grey quickly backpedaled. “I merely mean to imply that there is a difference between being patriotic, and being an eroticized object to be drooled over by the masses while citing patriotism as an excuse. And that is especially true when one is not even from the region whose flag they are bearing…”

“Yeah yeah, I get it. You’re not from Kanto, you’re from Johto. But you’re in Kanto today, so you’re reppin’ the home team!” Surge insisted. “And the erotic part is YOUR fault, you know!” She thrust her arm out to point at Grey, but the sudden motion was more than her bikini top was prepared for. The garment sprang loose, falling to the sand and leaving her breasts bare. “CRAP!” she cried. This effectively got the attention of everyone nearby as they watched and commented on the cute girl trying to get her bikini back on.

“Those blondes are always so wild.”

“Holidays just bring out the best in some girls.”

Surge finally secured her top, sparing her from any more perving from the bystanders. Both girls sighed.

Fortunately, Surge had attended the fireworks display several times before, so she knew to arrive well in advance in order to get a good spot. There was only light foot traffic, and many spaces were available. Surge, however, had a particular spot in mind. Almost as good as watching the fireworks was watching the hot girls in bikinis play volleyball, so Surge strolled down the beach with Grey following along.

“I must ask, Lieutenant. Why do you insist on keeping your shorts on? You have an enviable body. Is it not something you wish to display more proudly?”

“B-Because!” the Gym Leader sputtered, “I don’t like showing my skin. I’m just not girly. Showing off like that is embarrassing. This top is bad enough…”

“I have no qualms saying that I believe your butt is quite attractive. It easily rates as a ten. In fact, it may be necessary to invent a new rating system just to accommodate the quality of your rear.”

“GREY!” Surge cried, looking backward with a blush-plastered face. She was greeted with a smug grin from her maid. “I swear, you’re serious 99 percent of the time, but I’ll never get used to that 1 percent…”

Both bikini-clad babes reached their destination, the perfect viewing spot to see hot girls playing volleyball until the sun went down and the fireworks began. However, upon arriving, Surge could see that something was very wrong.