On to the Big Easy

You take a cab to the airport the next morning, getting there early because you're so excited to be on vacation. Your friends must be feeling the same way, because they're already there waiting for you.

"Here's our girl!" Brianna yells as she spots you. She's probably your best friend of the three of them, someone you've shared confidences with and trust implicitly. She's a slender brunette with long athletic legs, although she's no taller than you. You wave run towards the three of them, pulling your travel bag behind you.

The three of you hug and giggle happily. All of you talking at once, sharing your excitement about the vacation to come. Steph seems the most thrilled about it, barely able to contain herself. She's a petite blonde and as she bounces in her excitement her pert breasts bounce under her tight belly shirt. Amy, as always, is the calmest and most organized of the four of you, as well as the tallest. She tosses her long auburn hair over her shoulder and points to the clock.

"Let's get checked in. The sooner we do it the better the chance of getting seats together," she says, holding her printed itinerary in her hand.

"You know it girl!" Steph squeaks happily, bouncing up and down in excitement. You can see a number of men looking at the group of you with speculative interest. And why not you think. It's not every day they'd see four young women as gorgeous as you and your friends.