“But not around a guy!” Zainab insisted, coming to Sandra’s defence.
“He’s one of us,” Kike said about me, “We’re all just friends, right? We should be comfortable around each other.”
“How about just some of us go swim naked?” Chioma suggested.
“No,” Kike insisted, “That’s not how it works. Either we all do it, or none of us do it. Otherwise, it’s not fair.”
Kike was usually a great friend, but when she got it in her mind to be competitive about something she could be ruthless.
Zainab put a protective arm around her best friend and stood firm, “Sandra doesn’t want to.”
Nobody besides me noticed, but Sandra’s eyes shot daggers at Zainab. Her words from Valentine’s Day months earlier echoed in my head:
“I’m sick of all the girls always treating me like their super-innocent kid sister. It’s bullshit!”
Even if Sandra didn’t want to go along with the swim naked idea, she was far more upset by the fact that Zainab was making the decision for her. Our fun day in the sun was getting a little tense. Everyone turned to the only person who had yet to enter the discussion–me.
I weighed my options: if I sided with Kike, then I would get the pleasure of checking out all my sexy friends naked–a tempting offer. But Sandra might feel like I was pushing her into a corner. If I vetoed the idea, on the other hand, it would frustrate the more adventurous girls and, even worse, might confirm Sandra’s fear that I still saw her as an innocent little kid the way Zainab clearly did.
I knew full well how much it sucked for people you liked and respected not to take you seriously as a sexual creature and I refused to do that to her.
I needed a third option, where I wouldn’t be the bad guy. I shot for the path of least resistance:
“I have a better idea, let’s play Truth or Dare.”
Kike made some crack about how it would be more than a little one-sided to play that game with five girls and one guy, but I could tell that everyone else was happy to have a less-intimidating alternative to getting naked. Best of all, Sandra wouldn’t feel like I thought of her as a little kid.
With the sun starting to set and our skin starting to crinkle, the six of us decided to move the proceedings inside. Sandra took me aside and whispered, “Thank you for that. I want you to know, it’s not that I didn’t want you to see me naked. I trust you. I just didn’t want the other girls to make a big deal and tease me about it.” She gave me a peck on the cheek–all the reward I needed.
Everyone lounged around the living room. I did my best not to stare at the towels the girls had halfheartedly tied above their breasts, slipping low enough to expose acres of glistening wet cleavage.
Though my imagination was running wild with fantasy outcomes for the situation, I reminded myself that such thoughts were absurd and that this was just going to be a silly game between friends.
Zainab demanded to go first and called out Sandra: “Truth or Dare?”
“Dare.” Sandra shot at her, the look in her eyes clearly begging for something wild that would shut Kike up.
“I dare you… to give Akin a hug.”
Sandra deflated at the lame request. Fed up with her best friend’s patronising attempts to protect her, Sandra’s eyes went ice cold. It was the same look I was accustomed to seeing in guys’ eyes right before they start throwing punches. She walked over to me and gave me a quick hug to fulfil her dare, then immediately turned back to Zainab: “Truth or Dare?”
Zainab hesitated, caught off guard by the impatience in Sandra’s voice. “Um, dare?”
“You and I have exactly the same bra size, so let’s switch bikini tops. In front of Akin.”
Blinking in disbelief, Zainab followed Sandra over to where I was sitting. Sandra dropped her towel and stunned everyone by pulling my face into her bikini-clad cleavage. For a brief moment, I was in pure Heaven, drowning between those soft breasts.
But as awesome as the sensation was, I knew she wasn’t doing it for me. Sandra was doing it to make a point to everyone else that she wasn’t to be treated like a little girl anymore. Zainab smiled, finally getting it.
She followed Sandra’s example and dropped her own towel, leaving me face to face with two bikinis stretching across two matching pairs of 34DD breasts. Shivering with nervousness, Zainab reached back to untie her skimpy black top–
But Sandra caught her hand, flatly explaining, “No, we’ll undress each other. He’ll like it better that way.”
I watched in stunned silence as Sandra pulled loose the tie on Zainab’s black bikini and let the garment drop forward, exposing the glorious melons I had been missing ever since I got out of the hospital.
I had only briefly glimpsed these breasts before, but here they were for me to stare at; to lust after. They looked warm and succulent, with very faint nipples–so faint they almost blended in against the dark complexion of Zainab’s skin. They were close enough to reach out and suckle, but I wasn’t about to do that in front of all our friends.
Then Sandra turned her back to me, encouraging Zainab to unsnap her bikini top. It slipped it away, letting the sides of Sandra’s swelling breasts spill into view. Sandra turned to face me, draping an arm across her boobs to cover up and extend my agony.
Satisfied that I was about to lose it, Sandra raised her arm away and let her ample bosom swing back and forth, fully exposed for my viewing pleasure. Without the sturdy cups that Sandra typically used for support, her full, heavy breasts looked even larger than I had imagined. Two thick nipples poked out like gumdrops.
Chioma teasingly called out, “I think he likes what he sees.”
Yeah, you could say that. For an encore, Sandra grabbed Zainab by the shoulders and pulled her close, mushing their bare boobs together in a thunderclap of flesh.
“Whoa.” The word escaped my mouth completely unbidden. The great pyramids at Giza could go fuck themselves, I had just witnessed the TRUE wonders of the world.
To my dismay, the girls then covered up with each other’s tops and returned to their seats. But Sandra didn’t put her towel back on, choosing instead to show off how she looked in Zainab’s skimpy black tie-on. I had a feeling her days of being labeled the “innocent one” were securely behind her.
When she had finally recovered from the ordeal, Zainab realized it was her turn to call someone out: “Chioma, Truth or Dare?”
“Truth.”
“Have you ever gotten yourself off while fantasising about Akin?”
Everyone “oohed” scandalously. The usually confident Chioma looked at me, then down at her toes. The suspense was killing me. “Yeah,” she finally muttered, “Sometimes, I guess.”
Nneka let out a cheesy howl at Chioma’s confession. Chioma rolled her eyes, “Right, like I’m the only one.”
Kike teased, her sing-song voice chanting “Chioma loves Akin… Chioma loves Akin…”
Chioma called Kike out in retaliation: “Truth or Dare.”
“Truth.”
“Describe, in detail, the horniest you’ve ever been.”
As the most sexually experienced girl in the group, Kike was all too happy to brag.
“Well,” she began, “a few months ago, this guy took me to a concert–which was awesome, by the way–and on the way home, there was this crazy traffic jam.
“We had been grinding against each other all night, and we were both anxious to get to his room and get busy, but we weren’t going anywhere anytime soon. He started talking dirty to me, telling me all the sexy things he was gonna do to me once he got me back to his room.
How he was gonna go down on me for hours and give me pleasure like I had never imagined. How he was gonna tie me up and force me to worship his cock with my mouth and then cum all over my breasts. Typical horny guy stuff, but I was already so horny I couldn’t handle it.
It was like he had turned on a tap between my legs, I’m telling you. I grabbed the gear shift and slid it into park. We weren’t moving, and I NEEDED some.
“We started making out in full view of everyone else on the road: him squeezing my breasts, and me rubbing his crotch through his trousers. He got impatient and fished out his erection, and I immediately started sucking on it.
God, he had a beautiful cock. It was long, and curved like a boomerang, with lots of little ridges for me to play with. Knowing that everyone passing by could see what I was doing lit a fire under me.”
The End
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