ENM Spring Break

You're a freshman in college and spring break has just begun. You've got big plans this year thanks to Erica, the girl who lives in the dorm room next door to yours. She's flying a group of her friends out to a villa in Italy for a week of partying on the beach.

You step off the shuttle that brought you to the villa and text Erica letting her know that you’ve arrived.

You’ve been friends with Erica ever since arriving in college. You’d hung out with her at parties, studied for finals together, and now you were celebrating spring break together. The idea of taking your relationship to the next level had crossed your mind more than a few times, but you’d never worked up the courage to make a move. This shyness has haunted you since high school, and not only had you never had a girlfriend before, but you haven’t even been seen naked by a woman before.

Your shyness is on full display when Erica opens the front door wearing a skimpy bikini.

“Oh, hey!” you say. “Th- thanks for inviting me.”

She jumps forward and wraps you up in a bear hug. “It’s so good to see you, Sam!”

You awkwardly drop your bag and reciprocate the hug, then she steps back into the house and drags you by the hand.

“My parents got us such a great house! Come on, let me show you around!”

The villa was beautiful and well-decorated. In the backyard, there was a pool and a basketball court. But what interested you most was what was waiting for you in the kitchen.

“Everyone, this is Sam!”

Three gorgeous women sit at a table in the kitchen. “Hi, Sam!” they all say in chorus.

“Sam, these girls are in my sorority. Now listen up, ladies,” Erica leans into you and pats your arm affectionately, “you all have to be extra nice to Sam. I just heard from Tim and Rick – their flight has been cancelled. So poor Sam is going to be the only boy here at the villa this week.”

“I don’t mind being nice to him!” says a girl with long, blonde hair. She leans forward over the table and you struggle to hold eye contact with her and not look at her enormous breasts that are practically spilling out of her bikini top. “Are you going to be nice to me, Sam?”

“Calm down, Kayla!” Erica laughs. “The poor guy only just got here.”

“Ok, I’m sorry,” Kayla reaches across the table, picks up a half-full bottle of tequila, and pours a shot. She half-walks, half-skips to you and hands you the shot. “See?” she says. “I know how to be nice.” She winks at you and you feel your cheeks flush.

“Uh... ch- cheers!” you say.

“Well, now that you’re here, Sam, you can decide something for us.” Kayla strokes your arm as she speaks. Having her on one arm and Erica on the other sends chills up your spine, but you manage to reply.

“What do you need me to decide?” you ask.

“Well, our villa is right on the beach, so we were going to go for a swim,” Erica says.

“But,” Kayla says while giving your arm a squeeze. We heard that there is a clothing-optional beach not too far away. Maybe you’d prefer to visit that one instead?”

“What do you think, Sam?” Erica asks.