String Bikinis, Dirty Martinis

Teasin' Time

The next morning, I woke up around 9 and rolled out of bed right onto the floor. JJ came running in and yelled, “WHAT WAS THAT NOISE???” She looked over and saw me on the ground and started laughing her heart out at me. In between giggles she choked out, “ahah-you should see-ahahaha-your face and-ahahahahahahah-the covers-haha-ohhh I love you girlie.” I rolled my eyes and mumbled some obscene words under my breath before standing up and giving her a glare, pointing at my door, signaling for her to get out. She tripped out, still laughing at my previous predicament.

I got ready for the day by straightening my mess of curly bed-head, which only resulted in light waves. Next, I slipped into my navy shorts and baby pink silk tank. Once I was satisfied with my look, I ventured out of my room and took in the surroundings of my balcony. I had a GORGEOUS view of the beach and a nice little relaxation area that looked perfect for tanning. Upon looking out to my right, I noticed that my balcony lined up with our neighbor’s. I wondered which boy’s room it was, until Zach walked out.

“Hey neighbor!” I called out.

He whipped his head in my direction, and, upon realizing who it was, smiled and waved in response. “G’morning there! What’re you guys’ plans for today?”

“We haven’t talked about it yet; how ‘bout you guys?” I responded.

“Well we met these lovely ladies on the beach yesterday and were planning on going out to find some more.” His wink at the end led me to conclude that he was kidding. Maybe.

I rolled my eyes and turned to head inside, calling out over my shoulder, “Good luck!”

Once I got down to our kitchen, I found all of the other girls sitting at the island, munching on different fruits. I picked up a banana and turned to face them.

Lacy was the first to speak, “So what should we do today? Shopping?”

I laughed and then an idea came to mind… “Lacy, for once, I have a better idea than shopping.”

She laughed and JJ questioned, “What’s better than shopping?”

I rolled my eyes and retorted, “Lots of things. One being, teasing our neighbors. They have planned on finding other, and I quote, ‘lovely ladies’ to chill with today.”

All of us then smirked evilly, before busting out laughing at each other’s faces.

Megan piped in, “Are you guys thinking what I’m thinking? Itty bitty bikinis and tanning oil and such?”

I smiled at her and Lacy said, “Exactly Meg. Girls! This is the day we break out our ChynnaDolls suits.”

Those were the bikinis we had all bought together on a whim. They were all super tiny, super sexy, and incredibly different per girl. Mine was nude with red lace edges and it made my boobs look fantastic! Whereas, shy Megan had a bikini that, although tiny, was still uber cute just like her; it was lime green with rainbow strings and edges. Tomboy Tiffany had a leopard print, black and white one with black lace strings. Lacy’s and JJ’s were similar: Lacy’s was purple, covered in black lace; and JJ’s was purple with thick strips of yellow lace over it.

We all headed down to the beach with our hair in thick, sexy waves and our sunglasses atop our heads. We laid out on towels right in front of our yard and started applying the oil. The boys came out and stopped and stared, which is exactly what we were going for. They broke off after a few moments, probably to go find some more, “Lovely ladies,” and we all settled in for the day. Shockingly, none of us moved for hours, unless it was to roll over in order to develop and even tan.

Around lunchtime, Megan went inside and made everyone Dirty Martinis, salads, and brought out a little cooler of drinks and popsicles. We ate in silence, enjoying the relaxing sounds of the waves crashing onto the sand. The boys came back as we popped out the popsicles and we pretended to ignore them as we licked and deep-throated our icy treats.