The Bikini Expert Goes to Work

"I'm a bikini expert!" I declared.

“Duh John,” Nat sounded as she passed by me and entered her bedroom, “We know you are a bikini expert. That’s why we came back inside to ask you for help. I was just saying to Allison how lucky we were that you were already here.”

“Yeah, what are the odds that our bikinis arrive at the same time a true bikini expert happens to be visiting,” Allison agreed.

I couldn’t believe this was happening. Anything I said or wanted instantly became true. Just because I willed it to be the case, these girls couldn’t figure out how to put on bikinis.

I knew for a fact that Nat owned plenty of bikinis, I had just seen some when *sniffing* through her belongings earlier. But here she and Allison were, finding themselves incapable of figuring out how to put one on and believing that I, as the great “bikini expert”, was the only one who could help them do so. The whole scenario was so ridiculous, yet it was also complete reality at the moment.

I followed Allison into the bedroom and closed the door behind me, taking a moment to look over the two beauties standing before me. They stared back waiting for me to say something profound. I assumed I could say just about anything and they’d eat it up.

“Well?” Allison broke the silence before I could, “Are you going to help us figure out how to wear these or not? We are already running late.” She was holding her skimpy string bikini in her right hand.

“Ok, well first you need to take off your clothes. You can’t very well put on a bikini if you are fully dressed.” I offered with a smirk.

The girls looked at one another and simultaneously shrugged. “Makes sense,” Nat replied. Allison, with a playful roll of her eyes, instantly began to unbutton her jeans. The denim slid down her slender legs, pooling around her ankles. She kicked them off, then reached for the hem of her t-shirt, pulling it up and over her head, revealing a smooth, toned stomach and a delicate lace bra.

Nat, watching Allison, mirrored her actions, her own jeans falling to the floor, followed by her top. She wore a simple white sports bra, her breasts, full and round, pressing against the fabric. The air in the room thickened, suddenly charged with a different kind of energy. Their clothes lay discarded on the plush carpet, a silent testament to the unfolding scene.

"Now what, expert?" Nat's voice held a playful challenge. Her eyes, dark and sparkling, met mine. Allison, beside her, shifted her weight, her gaze lingering on my face. She was clearly the more impatient of the two. Yet there was no sign whatsoever from either of them that they were uncomfortable standing before me in just their underwear.

“Well, we aren’t done yet. You still have your underwear on. You cannot wear a bikini over them. It defeats the structural integrity of the fabric and ruins the line.” I had no idea what I was talking about, but it sounded like something a bikini aficionado might say. I mean who wore underwear underneath their swimsuits?

Allison, still holding the wispy white fabric, looked genuinely puzzled. "But... I thought you always tried on bathing suits with underwear on, at least the bottoms." She looked at Nat for a sign of agreement.

"Yeah, John," Nat added, her brow furrowed. "These bottoms are practically nothing. What’s the point of taking off the panties?"

“Girls,” I continued, “I’m the expert here. You can’t expect me to properly instruct you on how to put those on if I haven’t been given an opportunity to examine the full package. I need to see you both completely naked first, and then, after I have taken in the view, I’ll need to personally inspect your bodies so that I can know how those skimpy suits should be properly secured. There is no way I can do that if you have your bra and panties on.”

I smirked again at the *personally inspect* line. They wouldn’t actually go along with this would they? I was making the whole thing up and it was so dumb. I half expected Nat to suddenly rush me and punch me in the gut or something.

Nat simply sighed however, a sound that was less annoyed and more resigned. "Fine. If the bikini expert says so."

I watched, breathless, as Nat reached behind her back, the clasp of her sports bra yielding with a soft, quick *click*. The white fabric slid away, revealing the smooth expanse of her back and the full curve of her breasts. She stepped out of her panties next, the dark blue lace dropping to join the pile of clothes.

Allison followed suit, though with a slight hesitation, a small, nervous *hmmm* escaping her lips. Her delicate lace bra came off, followed by her pale pink thong, leaving them standing before me completely bare, illuminated by the afternoon sun spilling through the window.

I swallowed hard, the sudden dryness in my throat immense. The air in the room seemed to vibrate. Standing before me, completely in the nude, were my hot childhood friend and her hot cheerleader best friend. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Did I mention they were both *hot*?

“Earth to John,” Nat said as she snapped her fingers, bringing me back into focus. “What now?”