Peri and Martha

The first thing Martha heard was splashing. She stumbled, momentarily bleary. Since when was she on a beach-

She glanced around, something out of the corner of her eye bugging her, but for the moment it was overwhelmed by her new surroundings. Sand, darker than any she'd seen on Earth, stretched out around her. To her right was a fairly sheer cliff, to her left clear water, and splashing, while below her-

And that was when Martha shrieked, completely caught off-guard. She'd been able to glimpse dark skin out at the edge of her vision; her own.

Not only had she ended up in some strange place, but she was naked!

Instinctively she crouched slightly, trying to cover herself with her arms. What the hell-

And that was when she heard the cry just about making it over the splashing. Desperately embarrassed by her predicament, Martha turned, fully expecting to find whoever brought her here.

Instead she saw that she was alone on the beach. And that splashing-

That was when she focused out on the water rather than land. It looked more like a lake than a sea, there was no smell of salt, and out in the crystal-clear water Martha suddenly saw the source of the splashing.

"H-help! Help me!"

Someone was out there! Nervously, Martha glanced up and down the 'beach' again, not sure whether or not she wanted to see that someone else was there. On one hand it meant someone might see her, on the other hand...

Oh god, no one was there, and she couldn't just do nothing!

Bracing herself, Martha neared the water's edge. She prodded it with her toe, still keeping her arms crossed over her chest and pussy.

Not dissolving to nothing. That was a good sign. Martha swallowed, then dove in.

It took her a second too long before she brought herself to start swimming, arms moving in broad strokes, her ass pushing up over the water's surface. She hurried to where the woman was splashing, cheeks burning even more when she saw the woman was just as naked as she was.

She was pale, dark-haired, and struggling in the water; Martha swam closer, grabbing her around her midriff in the least presumptive way she could, before turning and kicking back.

She'd trained to be a doctor, and part of that had been dealing with people drowning. Thankfully CPR didn't seem to be necessary, she didn't even want to think about how that would be in their current state, but it meant she also knew good ways to rescue someone from the sea. Or the lake, as the case may be.

She kicked the two of them back to land, then rolled away to let the woman cough. Awkwardly Martha sat, crossing her legs and her arms.

"Th-thanks," the black-haired woman said, a distinctive American twang to her voice. Then a sudden squeak escaped her lips; no longer worried about drowning she looked down at her dripping wet, completely naked form. "Ah!"

"I'm Martha," Martha said. "Do you, uh, know how we got here? Doesn't look like you chose this."

"P-Peri," the woman said, cheeks quickly turning red.

She shifted, glancing at Martha just long enough to mimic her pose in an attempt at modesty. It didn't accomplish much, save to remind herself of her nudity.

Oh god, what was happening?

"N-no, no idea," Peri said, squeaking. "You?"

"I just appeared," Martha said. She glanced down at herself, then around. "No sign of... anything."

"You mean our clothes," Peri said.

"Y-yeah," Martha said, cheeks hot.