She's DTF and you're RTF.

Elizabeth eagerly returns your kisses, her tongue almost immediately probing your lips. You give her a taste of the lemonade you just swallowed while you wrap your arms around her, leaning her back against the fridge door, squeezing her tight ass through her skimpy cut-offs.

She draws her hands through your hair, then down your back, following the cords holding your bikini top in place forward but stopping before they reach your chest. When you take her wrist and guide her hand to your breast she gives up a little gasp, her fingers trembling as she touches your breast through the flimsy material. You smile into the kiss at her nervous excitement, sliding your hands up under her tank top to trace the edge of her training bra, then pushing it up to cover her breasts with your hands.

She moans and mumbles into the kiss while you play with her small, firm breasts, her nipples stiff and hard against your palms. She fumbles behind you with the knot holding your bikini top up, finally getting it open and shifting her hands to your breasts. You pull back and guide her mouth down to them. She kisses and fondles your breasts, and when you push a nipple into her mouth she sucks it, making you moan deeply. You pull one of her hands in between your legs and she touches your pussy through your bikini bottom, her fingers trembling.