A meeting with some old acquaintances.

Jamie awoke to the rapid clacking of keys. The futa was still lying on her stomach, head on her arms, feeling pleasantly warm from lying in the sun. Digging her toes into the sand at the end of her beach towel, Jamie began shoving the grains around playfully, smiling to herself. It had been so long since she had just gone to the beach to laze around, and even longer since she'd done it with family. If only Micaela could be here as well, then everything would be perfect...

"Heeey, sleepyhead!" Addie's exuberant voice made Jamie open one eye to squint at the blonde reproachfully. Jamie's new-ish friend was sitting under the umbrella with her knees pulled to her voluminous chest, head resting on them and arms wrapped around her legs. In one hand, she held her phone; hadn't she restarted her stream? "Snored away a couple of hours there!"

"Like, don't listen to her," said Anne from Jamie's other side, sounding vaguely distracted as she kept typing away at her laptop. "You don't snore, and even if you did, it'd be super cute and stuff."

"She didn't mean it like--ugh." Monica stopped herself before she went off on Jamie's mother. The futa hadn't know the amazonesque for very long, but she didn't have this short of a temper, right? Something had to have happened while Jamie had been asleep.

"How are you feeling?" Addie completely ignored the older women, straightening to stretch her arms a little. The movement did things to her chest that made Jamie glad she was lying down on her stomach. "Must have been exhausted - you were out like a light."

"Yeah, I mean, I had a... busy day," Jamie replied, pushing herself on her elbows. The futa took great delight that her tits still touched the sand despite her arched back, nipples digging into the little pit her chest had dug when she lied down.

"You can say that again," Addie grinned, waving her phone a little. "By the way, I'm done streaming today. Showed off my bikini to the pervs, went snorkeling... Thank god for water-proof cases. And no, I didn't show the stream your adorable sleeping face!"

"Thank you for not being a creep, I guess?" Jamie snarked, returning the blonde's smile with her own before continuing with a lowered voice: "Something happen with our moms? Monica seems angry."

"Oh, she doesn't like Anne's act, I think," the blonde answered with an equally silent whisper. "The whole airhead shtick, you know?"

"What do you--" Jamie's confused question was suddenly interrupted by her mother closing her laptop noisily.

"Jamie~? Mommy's done for now. I'll go and, like, get ice cream, what flavor do you want?"

Rolling over onto her back to look at her mother, the futa momentarily forgot that she was basically topless thanks to her mother; maybe the 18 years of not caring about bikini tops factored in as well. No matter the reason, Jamie was now presenting her shapely tits to the whole beach. The shifting weight jostling on her chest quickly reminded the futa that she now was part of the demographic that risked getting ogled when they went topless, and she quickly sat up, covering herself with her arms. Her boobs were so damn soft, making Jamie regret not playing with them a little before she went to beach...

"They probably don't have any 'eek'," Monica teased, making Jamie wonder if she'd really made any involuntary sounds without realizing. She hadn't, had she? While she tried to figure it out, the muscular woman closed her book and got up. "I'm getting some for Addie and me as well, if you don't mind."

"Like, of course not! I looove spending time with my baby girl's bestie's mom! We can talk about how cute our daughters are and stuff!"

"I'd rather not. Alright, which flavors, girls?"

"Uh, vanilla," Jamie replied, still a bit baffled that she had apparently reacted like a girl to her accidental exposure. It had barely been a day since she had begun thinking of herself as female! And now she was sitting here, hands cupped over her breasts so she didn't flash them to the whole beach. Again.

"Caramel, if they have that, or cinnamon." Addie's tastes were apparently a bit more adventurous. But then again, so was the blonde's whole personality.

"Got it. See you later!" With that, the mothers gave a little wave and walked off in the direction of the ice cream truck parked at the board walk.

"Sooo... need any help with that?" Addie seemed to take a bit too much delight in Jamie's predicament, but at least she scooted over behind her friend to help the futa cover herself by re-tying the bikini top. Once Jamie was decent again, she turned around to face Addie; there were still some unanswered questions.

"Thanks, but... what did you mean earlier? About my mom?"

Before Addie could answer, a voice rang out over the beach.

"Wow, strawberry and vanilla! That's my favorite flavors!"

The futa turned her head to look at whoever came up with this incredible piece of pickup poetry and her eyes went wide - because who else would it be but one of the surfer guys from the last time she had been at the beach, strolling towards the girls in nothing but his swim shorts and a cocky, self-assured grin.