The next day she is dragged to the beach by friends

"Mandy!" a voice called, and ever-so-slowly Amanda began to wake up from a nightmare about some frat boys. When she sat up she groaned in pain, knowing it wasn't a dream at all. Her head hurt from the hangover almost as much as her cunt and ass from the fucking. When she moved it was to find herself in a strange position. It seemed that some time in the night she'd slipped off the bed, leaving her butt and legs up on the mattress while her head and shoulders were on the floor.

"Who's there?" she groggily asked, carefully trying to edge herself into a comfortable position. God her neck hurt.

"It's us!" a voice called, and her friend Jessica entered the room. "Ooh, sleeping naked, huh?" she asked.

Amanda looked at herself in startlement, certain that she'd had clothes on before. She looked around the brightly lit room, wincing at the sun that poured in from two walls of wide-open plate glass windows. Not even the apartments on either side could shade her room from the sun that pierced her skull.

"Don't know why you're on the floor but it's time to go."

"Huh? Go where?" she asked, clutching her neck.

Angie stormed in, giving her an up and down look. "Time for the beach, Mandy!" she chirped, and looked through her friend's closet. "Ew, this is destined for the garbage," she said of a one-piece suit, then pulled out a tiny little bikini Amanda had stolen when she was fifteen. It was a lace-up, both on top and bottom, and white, which was one reason why Amanda had never bothered to wear it beyond the first embarrassing time.

"I'm not dressed," Amanda moaned as they pushed her out of her bedroom.

"Here," her third friend, Jade, said, tossing a beach robe at her. It smacked her in the face, fluttering down to her slow moving hands and she saw a tiny lace robe that would barely reach the bottom of her butt.

"Better put it on, we're late already," Jessica prompted, and before Amanda could protest she opened the front door. A passing guy did a double-take as he spotted Amanda's naked form, prompting her to push her arms through the see-through sleeves.

"Where's the belt?" she asked, but Jade was busy watching some pay-per-view movie while the phone chattered Japanese at her from where it lay on the table beside her.

"No belt," she answered. "Ready?"

"No..." Amanda began, but the others hustled her out the door.

"Beach, here we come!" Jessica announced.