The Engagement (full) - 5-31-2024

[nothing4u2c]

The Engagement
By Nothing4u2c
This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of real people, places, or situations, is purely coincidental. As with other stories on this site, content not suitable for minors.

===== Prologue =====

Carolina could feel every heartbeat pounding in her left temple. Moving her head caused even more pain, as did the sunlight turning her eyelids reddish orange. She blinked open one eye, the bright sun piercing daggers into her pupils. She slammed her eyes shut, rolled over, and threw up in the hot sand.

Emptying the contents of her stomach helped alleviate some of the hangover-induced nausea and vertigo as she began to take account of her surroundings. She could hear birds chirping in the woods behind her, and she could hear the sound of waves somewhere over the next sand dune. A light breeze brought to her attention her lack of clothing: apart from a thick layer of sand that had crusted to her sweat from the night before, she was completely naked.

===== Chapter One: Seven Months Ago =====

Carolina and her fiance, Randall, got engaged in February. “I will not propose on Valentine’s Day,” Randall had promised her. They had been together for nearly four years and had lived together for the last year and a half, so engagement was on the horizon. Carolina and Randall had gone ring shopping shortly before Christmas, and, likewise, Randall had promised to not propose on Christmas or New Years either. In fact, the custom engraving on the inside of the engagement ring wasn’t finished until the second week of January, just in time for Randall to come down with a case of COVID.

A few weeks of recovery was spent rebooking a reservation at a nice restaurant and an evening to see a play in the city for the weekend before Valentine’s Day. They ended the evening at a small 24-hour diner where they had had their second date, ordering milkshakes and french fries. Randall ordered an Uber home, or so Carolina thought. As they drove, they passed a small park, where a ring of candles illuminated a couple bundled up in their hats, mittens, and winter jackets, the man on one knee proposing. “I’m so glad you weren’t going to propose to me out there in the cold.” Randall chuckled nervously. The Uber stopped in front of one of the nicest hotels in town. “Why are we stopping here?” asked Carolina.

Randall got out, went around to Carolina’s door, and held out a hand for her. “I got us a room for the night,” he said. Randall led the way inside, and checked in at the front desk while Carolina sat on a comfy lounge chair nearby. Their room was on the seventh floor, the top of the hotel. Randall swiped his keycard in the elevator and it began rising. Carolina watched as the numbers creeped up: G… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6. Suddenly, the lights flickered off and the red emergency light kicked on. The elevator came to a halt on the sixth floor and the alarm buzzed.

Randall pushed the 7th floor button again. Nothing. He hit the door open button. Ding! The door slid open, the elevator misaligned from the sixth floor by a foot or so. Randall stepped down and out of the elevator, holding out a hand for Carolina. She accepted his help and hopped out. “Well I guess we’ll have to take the stairs,” said Randall, shrugging, as he led Carolina toward the end of the hallway. He approached the door and began to open it.

“Wait, Randall, I don’t think that’s the stairs,” said Carolina. The reflection of the hallway lights made it difficult to see through the glass door, but Carolina could make out candle lit high top tables and guests standing around making small talk. As Randall pulled the door open, Carolina froze, recognizing the face of her father, who looked her way as she entered the room. “Dad?” she said, walking in. Henry pulled his daughter into a hug. Carolina looked around the room over her father’s shoulder. It was a large solarium, probably large enough for a small wedding, or, in this case, a couple dozen family members. Her mother was there, talking to her grandma. Her two younger sisters, Keeli and Jane, were dressed in cocktail dresses. Keeli’s boyfriend Corey was dressed in a button up shirt that matched Keeli’s dress. Carolina’s older brother Davey, who lived halfway across the country, was chatting with his sisters. Randall’s parents were standing by another table, talking to one of Randall’s aunts, Aunt Tracey, and Carolina’s Aunt Carol (Carolina’s namesake) and Uncle Jeff. Randall’s grandpa Joe sat in his wheelchair near a banquet table filled with trays of food, and Randall’s little brother, Gary, kept him company. A bartender poured drinks just beyond the food table.

“Randall, what’s going on?” asked Carolina. When she turned to look at him, he was on one knee, holding out an open ring box, the diamond sparkling. The bartender turned down the soft jazz music, and Carolina and Randall’s families paused their conversations to turn their attention to the newcomers. A camera clicked rapidly.

“Carolina Annette Samuelson, I have loved you for a long time now,” began Randall, a slight quiver of emotion in his voice, “And I promise to love you forevermore. We’ve been through a lot, yet the way we’ve worked together, forgiven each other, and grown in love. Your love has shown me that we can conquer anything life throws our way. Carolina, will you marry me?”

Tears poured down Carolina’s cheeks as she nodded her head and squeaked out a “yes” before Randall slipped the diamond ring onto her finger. Aunt Tracey's fancy camera clicked furiously as Carolina looked up into Randall’s eyes as he stood, holding her hands, and kissed her. He pulled her into a tight embrace, kissing the top of her head as she held out her hand to admire her new ring. Their families cheered, and the bartender turned up the volume on the music as the guests returned to making small talk, drinking wine, and munching on hors d'oeuvres. Moms, aunts, and sisters insisted on getting a close up view of the ring, and dad’s, uncles, brothers, and grandpa Joe shook hands and patted Randall on the back in congratulations. The party ensued as Carolina and Randall sipped champagne and recounted the rest of their evening.

Around 10, the party died down and family members began to leave, wishing the couple the best of luck and congratulations. Carolina’s brother lingered longer than the rest, getting caught up on all the recent family news. “I’m staying here tonight,” he said, “down in a single room on the second floor. Nothing compared to that fancy top floor suite you guys got.”

Randall and Carolina thanked the bartender and cleaning crew who had started to clear tables and pack up leftovers. “How did you get the elevator to stop on this floor?” asked Carolina.

Randall flashed her a grin, pulling out the room key from his wallet. “Maintenance key,” he said. “The manager lent it to me so I could activate the emergency switch. All I had to do was hit the red button since I had scanned in with this card, rather than this one.” He pulled out their real room key. “Speaking of which, we’ll ride down with you, Davey, I need to drop this off at the front desk.”

They said goodbye and goodnight to Davey as he congratulated them again before he stepped off the elevator at the second floor. The newly engaged couple continued down one more floor to the ground level, making their way to the front desk. “Let me see!” exclaimed the desk clerk, her badge saying Nancy Fisher, Manager. Carolina showed her the ring. “Congratulations, you two! Now, normally I don’t do this, but I got you a little something,” she said, as she handed over a gift bag. “Don’t open it here, but enjoy it once you get upstairs.” Carolina thanked her again and they returned to the elevator, this time having a smooth ride all the way up to the top.

“Randall, holy shit, you got us the nicest room in the whole hotel, Hell, probably the nicest room in the whole city!” exclaimed Carolina as they entered the room. The far wall was one large window, overlooking the skyline. In front of the window was a jacuzzi, blue underwater lights slowly fading to red, to purple, to green, and back to blue. The bathroom was gigantic, the large shower only separated from the room by a wall of glass. The king size bed was covered in rose petals. Randall picked up a remote from a side table, and a soft hum filled the room as the jacuzzi jets turned on.

Carolina kicked off her heels, and peeled her dress up and over her head. Her bra followed suit, as did her thong. She grabbed the bottle of champagne from the bag Nancy had given them, popped the cork, and settled into the warm water. “You coming?” she asked, turning around to look back toward Randall, who just stood there, watching his new fiancee strip naked. She took a sip of champagne straight from the bottle.

He had of course seen her naked many times, but there was something even more special now that they were engaged. Randall hit another button on the remote and the lights in the room dimmed, leaving the jacuzzi lights to illuminate Carolina’s body in red, blue, green, and purple glow. Randall untied his shoes, slipped off his socks, and unbuttoned his shirt. He pulled his undershirt off his head and let his pants drop to the floor after undoing his belt. He shimmied out of his boxers, his penis starting to get a bit of a hardon. He waded into the water and sat down next to Carolina, pulling her close to him. She handed him the bottle and he swallowed a mouthful of the bubbly liquid.

Carolina’s hand found his thigh as she kissed his lips. Her hand continued upward as their kiss grew more passionate. Randall fumbled for a moment, setting down the champagne bottle behind them, before reaching around to rub her back and butt as she grabbed a hold of his penis. Underwater, the lights continued their slow fade through the different colors, keeping pace with the slow strokes of Carolina’s hand as it rubbed up and down Randall’s now fully erect penis.

Carolina straddled Randall’s lap, letting his penis press against her clit as she bobbed up and down in the water. She placed both hands behind his neck as she kissed him deeply. From this position, Randall’s hands were able to explore Carolina’s butt, and reaching around even further his fingers found the entrance to her vagina. He gently caressed folds of her vulva, his touch causing Carolina to let out a soft moan. He found her hole slightly slippery, but her natural lubrication was constantly washed away by the water.

Carolina wrapped her legs around his abdomen as he stood. She continued kissing him as he carefully carried her toward the bed. “Shower,” she said, breaking her kiss for a moment. “Don’t want to sleep in a wet bed.” Randall continued to the bathroom, leaving the lights down low. Carolina squealed as the initial blast of the shower was ice cold, but it quickly warmed up to match the temperature of the jacuzzi.

Randall dropped to his knee the second time tonight. Carolina faced away from Randall, her hands, face, and boobs pressed against the clear glass of the shower. She spread her legs and bent over, allowing Randall unhindered access between her legs. Randall’s tongue went into action slurping up her natural juices that mixed with the shower water. Carolina’s breathing grew heavier and heavier as Randall’s tongue plunged as deep as it could go inside her vagina. His right hand stroked her clit and she let out a gasp followed by a moan. It took significant effort to keep her knees from buckling anytime his tongue plunged deep at the same time his fingers flicked over her clit. Carolina’s breathing deepened and she let out a moan as an orgasm sent tremors up her spine. Her knees buckled and her thighs momentarily closed around Randall’s head.

“Slow, slow, slow,” said Carolina as she gently guided his hand away from her clit. “Too sensitive.” Randall continued working his tongue in and out of her hole, more slowly now, as Carolina caught her breath. She moaned softly as she came down from her orgasm. “Mmm… your turn…” she said, slowly straightening her legs. Randall’s tongue followed her vulva upward until her thighs and butt cheeks closed together too tightly for it to reach. Randall stood and kissed Carolina on the lips; she could taste her own juices.

Carolina took her turn on her knees for the first time that night, using her hands, tongue, and mouth to stimulate Randall’s penis back to full mast, which took no time at all. The fifteen minutes of oral stimulation she had received and the lingering tingle of her orgasm had left her extremely horny and ready to attack Randall’s throbbing penis. She took it deep into the back of her mouth, nearly to the point of gagging, before letting it slip all the way out, sucking on the tip while running her tongue around the glans. She caressed his balls and massaged them gently with one hand while the other pumped the base of his penis. Randall leaned back against the glass wall, closing his eyes as he focused on the pleasure her tongue was giving him.

“I’m gonna cum,” he said a few minutes later, gently running his hands through her wet hair. Carolina picked up the pace, sucking and bobbing her head up and down, up and down, in a moderate, rhythmic pace that kept up with her heart rate. She tasted a drop of precum and felt Randall’s penis give a twitch as it popped out of her mouth. Her hands picked up the pace briefly as she pumped his shaft, keeping the tip aimed at her face.

“Uhh… yeah… fuuucckkk,” he said as the first rope of cum shot out of his penis. It hit her between the eyes. The second was even more forceful and went flying over her head. The third and fourth hit her chin, and the fifth and sixth landed on her chest. Randall was breathing hard as he opened his eyes, watching his cum slide down her face. She stuck out her tongue and caught a little dribble, smiling at the taste, before letting the water wash the rest off.

Carolina and Randall spent the next ten minutes washing each other’s bodies. Their genitals were a bit too sensitive, else they would have spent more time soaping up those parts as well. Randall exited the shower and grabbed two towels, one for himself and one for Carolina. After they had dried off, they donned fluffy bathrobes and collapsed into bed. It was nearly 1am.

Carolina woke up before Randall. She went into the bathroom to use the toilet before returning to the main room. The gift bag from Nancy at the front desk sat on a side table. A note card inside read, “Congratulations on your engagement!” Carolina and Randall had barely drunk any of the champagne before they got carried away in the jacuzzi, and Carolina had been so eager to get in the hot water that she didn’t notice what was at the bottom of the bag.

Wrapped in tissue paper was a lacy black thong. The front was barely large enough to cover Carolina’s slit, not to mention it was unlined, leaving little to the imagination. The back was equally revealing, a thin strip that tapered out to a small triangle where it met the waistband. Normally, Carolina would have washed any new underwear, but this was a special occasion. She ripped off the tag (which denoted that a few square inches of fabric cost a whopping $40!) and peeled off the adhesive crotch liner that was supposed to insinuate cleanliness of the lingerie, before pulling it on under her robe.

She crawled back into bed, the movement jostling Randall awake. “Mornin’ fiancee,” he said, smiling at her.

“Good morning,” she said, giving him a kiss. His breath, though a bit funky with morning breath, still carried a mixture of her scent and champagne. His hand found its way into her robe and gently stroked her boob, brushing across her nipples, making them poke out. Carolina fumbled with the cloth belt on his robe, opening it up and exposing his entire naked body. His penis began growing as he worked on untying her robe. She shimmied it off her shoulders before climbing up and straddling his thighs, his growing erection in front of her.

“Whoa, where did that lingerie come from?” he asked, noticing her shaven slit visible through the thin lace.

“It was in the gift bag from Nancy at the front desk, underneath the champagne,” she said. She sat up taller on her knees. “Do you like it?”

“I love it,” Randall replied. “I wonder how long it will last on your body, though.”

“Probably not long with how horny you’re making me,” Carolina chuckled, grabbing onto his now fully erect penis that stuck straight upward. She began massaging it with her right hand, feeling the veiny skin slide up and down with the movement of her hand. Where she sat across his thighs, Randall was unable to reach her other than to gently rub her knees and lower thighs. He watched as her boobs swayed slowly as she stroked his penis.

Carolina inserted one hand into her new panties and began to play with her clit. Randall’s eyes watched her fingers move around beneath the transparent fabric. She slowly stroked herself in a methodical pattern, building in speed and urgency as her strokes on Randall’s penis quickened as well. “God these things are itchy,” she said, crawling off Randall and sitting back on her butt. She lifted her hips and pulled her panties down and off, tossing them onto the floor. “Much better,” she said, climbing back into his lap and continuing where she left off.

As she manually stimulated both of them, she moved her hips closer to his, his penis now touching her slit on every down stroke. Carolina was now in range of Randall’s hands, and he reached up, teasing her nipples. The new level of stimulation sent tingles up her spine and her breathing became even more irregular. He pinched a little harder on her right nipple and she gasped as a mixture of pain and pleasure coursed through her body.

“I need you,” she whispered between shaky breaths. Carolina wiggled her hips a few inches closer, raised up higher onto her knees, and slowly dropped her weight onto his penis, guiding it into her vagina. She moved slowly, feeling his thick erection stretch her out as she lowered herself deeper and deeper. She paused at the bottom, his penis filling her vagina.

Randall continued to play with Carolina’s nipples and knead her breasts as she bounced up and down on his penis, slowly at first, then picking up the pace. He tensed his thighs and butt cheeks every time she came down, pushing his hips upward to meet hers. Carolina let out a small, squeaky moan every few pulses. Her hand continued to stimulate her clit as she sat up tall. Building in speed, the squelching noise of her juices was met with the slapping noise of skin-to-skin contact at the bottom of each bounce. Carolina leaned forward, placing her hands to either side of Randall’s head. Her breasts gently grazed his chest as she continued to ride him, the new angle providing stimulation of her clit on his thick, hard penis.

“I’m gonna cum,” whispered Randall, as Carolina picked up the pace, a new sense of urgency. She wanted him to cum deep inside her. “Mmph,” he grunted, “Ahh. Ohh… yeah…” Carolina could feel his penis pulsing inside her. With a last flurry of motion, she moved her hips as fast as she could. The stimulation on her clit drove her over the edge at the same time Randall’s sperm shot deeply inside her.

“Fuck!” she screamed in pleasure. “Uhhh…mmm!” Thankfully the fancy hotel suite had thick walls that insulated her screams from the hotel guests next door. Carolina collapsed on top of Randall, giving a few lingering rocks of her hips as her orgasm slowly settled. Randall could feel the wetness of his cum mixed with her juices seeping out around his penis which was still buried deep inside her. He ran his fingers through her hair as she gave a little smile, her head resting on his chest.

They remained like this for a few minutes, until goosebumps started popping up on her skin as the sweat cooled and her heart rate returned to normal. Carolina lifted her hips, feeling Randall’s now limp penis slowly slide out of her vagina. She rolled off of him and hopped out of bed, scurrying to the bathroom. She peed to prevent a UTI and cleaned her thighs of a majority of their juices with a wad of toilet paper before returning to the main room. Carolina grabbed the remote off the table, turned on the jacuzzi jets, and settled in the hot water. She heard Randall go use the bathroom as she closed her eyes and relaxed. He joined her a minute later, grabbing a couple of towels and setting them near the jacuzzi before settling in the water next to her. She cozied up underneath his outstretched arm. “I love you,” she said, closing her eyes and focusing on the feeling of the warm water, the jets massaging her lower back, and his muscular arm draped over her shoulder.

Over the low hum of the jets, Carolina and Randall heard a knock at the door, and they both turned around to look, not that they would even be able to see anything through the solid door 30 feet away. “Did you put out the do not disturb sign last night?” asked Carolina. Randall nodded.

“Maybe someone’s just dropping off the invoice or something,” he said. Another knock followed a few seconds later. Randall groaned as he stood up, exited the tub, and wrapped a towel around his waist. He peeked through the peephole, unlocked the door, and was greeted by a hotel server in a black button up shirt and slacks, pushing a cart of food.

“Your room service, sir,” the man said.

“Did you order room service?” Randall said, turning toward Carolina. She shook her head no as she sank below the surface, hoping the waiter couldn’t see into the tub.

“Let’s see, room 703, Mr. Randall Davis?” the waiter said, reading off the ticket. Randall nodded. “Ahh here it is. The note says it was ordered compliments of a Mr. Davey Samuelson.”

“Ah, Carolina’s brother,” said Randall. He held the door open so the waiter could push the cart into the room.

“Where would you like it, sir? By the jacuzzi, perhaps?”

Randall nodded. “Sure.”

The waiter pushed the cart toward Carolina, who sank deeper below the water’s surface, covering her boobs with one arm and her crotch with the other. The waiter respectfully avoided staring, though he did cast a few quick glimpses at her. He detached a small foldable table from the side of the cart, set it up near the edge of the tub, and transferred the food from the cart. “Enjoy,” he said, giving a little smile to Carolina and a nod to Randall. Randall grabbed a $20 bill out of his wallet and tipped the waiter as he left the room.

As the door clicked shut, Carolina let out a sigh of relief. “Do you think he saw me?” Randall grabbed his phone and snapped a pic.

“Here’s what his view looked like,” he said, turning the phone so Carolina could see. She immediately blushed even redder than she was before. From her low angle in the water, the surface looked opaque as it reflected the morning sunlight coming through the window; however, from a more vertical angle where the waiter stood the water was crystal clear apart from a few ripples from the jets. She hadn’t bothered to cover up for Randall’s photo, and she was now very grateful she had covered her boobs and crotch earlier, else the waiter would have had a perfectly clear view of her naked body. Carolina dramatically sank below the surface of the water, pretending to faint. She popped up out of the water a moment later, wiping droplets from her face and squeezing out her hair.

She sat on the edge of the tub, pulling the cloche off of a plate of eggs benedict. Randall unveiled the other plate, which looked to be a fancy omelet with a green pesto sauce. There was also coffee, fruit, and a small plate of assorted pastries, which they shared. They ate together on the edge of the tub, their feet dangling into the water. After breakfast they showered together, this time taking a while to soap up each other’s intimate parts.

Randall had dropped a bag of their clothes with the front desk the day before, but he had forgotten to get them when they checked in the night before. He threw on his clothes from the night before and went down to retrieve their bag. Carolina lounged on the bed in her bathrobe, letting her hair dry naturally. A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Noticing Randall’s wallet and phone on the bedside table, she assumed he had forgotten his key. She hopped out of bed and went to the door, her bathrobe flowing open around her.

As she opened the door, a face she was not expecting greeted her. “Good mor…” Davey began, his eyes as big as saucers as he realized he could see a strip of his sister’s naked body from her neck down to her crotch. Carolina let out a shriek, letting the door slam shut, as she tightly pulled the bathrobe around her body. “Sorry!” she could hear Davey say through the closed door. “I can come back in a little bit!”

“Hold on a sec,” she called, tightening the drawstring around her waist and double checking that nothing was hanging out. She opened the door, and Davey teasingly covered his eyes with his hands.

“I’m not looking,” he said. “I haven’t seen you like that since you were like 3 years old in the bathtub, and I don’t ever want to see my sister naked again.” Carolina laughed and held the door open for him. “Wow, nice place you got here,” he said, looking around. The door clicked shut, and not a moment later there was another knock. This time it was actually Randall. Carolina let him in.

“Thanks for the breakfast,” Randall said, shaking Davey’s hand while pulling him into a bro-hug with a pat on the back.

“Anytime,” Davey said. “Well, actually not anytime. This was a one time, you-just-got-engaged kind of thing.” They all laughed. Carolina nonchalantly kicked her thong under the bed as they made small talk. “Oh I have a bunch of pictures from last night to send you. Mind if I AirDrop them to your phone?” Davey asked. He selected a bunch of photos from his camera roll and hit the share button. ”Randall’s iPhone” popped up in the menu, and he hit send.

Davey looked over Randall’s shoulder as he unlocked his phone to accept the incoming photos. Once it recognized his face ID, it opened to the last thing Randall had open: the photo of Carolina, naked in the jacuzzi. “Ah for fuck’s sake, Carolina, I said I didn’t want to see you naked again!” he roared in laughter. Carolina blushed and laughed as Randall quickly closed out of the photo. Their laughter multiplied, and soon Carolina was laughing so hard she began crying, sitting down on the edge of the bed to catch her breath.

“Ahem,” Randall said, gesturing to Carolina’s bathrobe. It had ridden up and spread open around the waist as she sat down, exposing her pussy once again. She pulled it tightly shut, letting out an overdramatic shriek followed by another fit of contagious laughter. All three of them were crying now, wiping their eyes as they caught their breath.

“Anyway, I came by to say congratulations again. I’ve gotta get to the airport in the next,” he looked at his watch, “... 30 minutes, else I’ll miss my flight.” He gave both of them hugs, and chastised Carolina for opening the door naked, which sent them into another bit of laughter. “Maybe next time check the peephole first,” he said. Carolina and Randall waved goodbye as he exited the room.

With an hour and a half until their late check-out time, Randall and Carolina forewent getting dressed and instead had sex one more time, this time Randall on top, before taking another quick shower. They got dressed, did a once over of the room (Carolina remembering to grab the panties she kicked under the bed), and left for home.

[nothing4u2c]

===== Chapter Two: Present Day =====

Over the next several months, Carolina and Randall planned their wedding for the second weekend in September. They were able to book a venue in northern Michigan, an old barn remodeled into a wedding venue with a grassy field for the ceremony (or plenty of room indoors if the ceremony got rained out). They each chose four friends, plus their four siblings (Carolina’s older brother and two younger sisters and Randall’s younger brother) to be in their wedding party. One of Randall’s close friends from college was an avid musician, and would play acoustic guitar for the ceremony.

“What should we do for the bachelorette party?” Carolina asked her best friend Suzanna, who was her maid of honor, over coffee one morning in July. “I’m not really into the whole ‘let’s get drunk and flirt with male strippers’ thing. And I don’t really want Randall to do that either. Well, with girl strippers. You know what I mean.”

“What if we rent an AirBnB and have a relaxing girls weekend?” suggested Suzanna. “We could find some place up north along Lake Michigan?”

“Ooo that could be fun,” said Carolina. “Or do we want to rent a bigger place and have a combined bachelor and bachelorette party with the guys?”

“Yesss let’s do that,” said Suzanna. “Hang on a sec, I’ll text Jeremy right now to see what he thinks.” Jeremy was Randall’s best man, his friend since Kindergarten. He responded quickly. “He said that sounds good. I’ll find some options and send them to you both.”

Suzanna and Carolina continued chatting about wedding plans for the next half hour before parting ways. Later that evening, Suzanna texted Carolina three different rentals on AirBnB and VRBO that matched their group size and location. Surprisingly, all three had availability for the last weekend in August/the first of September, Labor Day weekend, and all of them were situated along the lakeshore, one of which was actually on the beach. “Let’s go with this one,” Carolina replied, after showing Randall the options Suzanna had found.

It was set. Everyone, apart from Davey who wasn’t able to get off from work to fly across the country for the party, and Jane, Carolina’s youngest sister who was about to be a senior in high school and was deemed “too young to attend” by her parents, chipped in to cover the cost of rent, food, and drinks for the weekend. Carolina, Randall, Suzanna, and Jeremy were set to carpool together and arrive first, and the rest coordinated rides based on who was arriving when and how close to each other they lived.

The house was beautiful. Carolina and Randall immediately picked the master bedroom as they were the guests of honor. One bunk room held the guys, Chris, Brady, Shawn, and Gary, another held the girls, Suzanna, Alexis, Kelsey, and Keeli, and a fourth bedroom held Randall’s best man Jeremy and one of Carolina’s bridesmaids, Sam, who had been married for two years. Friday evening was fairly relaxed as the guests all arrived. Some wine and beer were drunk throughout the night, but for the most part everyone was just getting to know each other. Most of them were mutual friends but some, such as Keeli and Gary, didn’t know the rest of the group very well.

After dinner, Randall and Chris got a fire started in the outdoor firepit. After the sun went down, the hot fire was a blessing in the cool evening air. The following day’s forecast called for much hotter temperatures, so the rest of the night was spent in camp chairs, roasting marshmallows, drinking beer, and sharing stories and memories about the bride and groom. Keeli mentioned how thankful she was of Carolina’s support during her breakup with her ex-boyfriend, which piqued Gary’s attention as he and Keeli were the odd ones out, about four years younger than the rest and family instead of friends. People started trickling to bed beginning at 11, and Carolina and Randall called it a night soon after to teasing from those remaining that “they were going to get it on.”

The master bedroom had an attached bathroom with a nice shower, not as large as the one in their hotel room the night of their engagement, but with a similar clear glass door. Carolina decided to shower before bed to get the smoke out of her hair, and Randall joined her. The walls of the house were much less insulated than the hotel, so they did their best to keep quiet while they had sex in the shower, the noise of the water running drowning out some of Carolina’s moans. Afterward, they crawled into bed, cuddled up naked together, and fell asleep.

Carolina tried to ignore the sounds of the rest of the wedding party waking up as the morning sun shone in her window. She laid on her stomach, her eyes closed, and her hand gently resting on Randall’s chest. She thought she heard their door creak open, but remained snuggled up to Randall. “Three, two, one,” she heard someone whisper.

“HAPPY BACH, BITCHES!” all ten of wedding party members yelled in unison. Some of them blew noise makers, and two of the guys shot confetti poppers which rained down over the bed. Startled, Carolina flipped over just in time to see Suzanna grab hold of the comforter and give it a quick tug. Immediately, Carolina and Randall’s naked bodies were exposed to the crowd in their bedroom, including Carolina’s little sister and Randall’s little brother.

“Holy shit, they’re naked!” said Kelsey, laughing hysterically. She was recording a video on her phone.

Randall’s hands were clasped around his penis, trying his best to conceal his morning wood. Carolina was still in shock and took a few seconds to realize she was naked in front of her friends, before she clamped one hand down over her shaven vulva and her other arm draped across her chest, covering her boobs as best as she could.

Sam placed a tiara on Carolina’s head, and Jeremy placed a crown on Randall’s. They pulled them out of bed. “We’ll leave you to get dressed for breakfast on one condition,” said Suzanna, as the naked couple stood together near the foot of the bed, their hands and arms still firmly clasped across their naked bodies.

“What is it?” asked Carolina.

“We want to see you kiss,” said Suzanna. Carolina turned and gave Randall a quick peck on the lips. “No, not like that. Give him a real kiss. Randall, cup her cheeks in your hand. Carolina, wrap your hands around his body.”

Carolina gave Randall a nervous look. He shrugged, dropped his semi-erect penis, and put his hands on her face, pulling her in for a kiss. The group whooped and wolf whistled as Carolina wrapped her arms around his waist, giving them a quick flash before a view of sideboob squished against his chest. They cheered while Kelsey continued recording, and Randall pulled Carolina close to attempt to hide their nudity as best as possible. Kelsey circled around them and got a few shots of their bare butts before ending the video. The group returned to the kitchen and living room to start breakfast, while Carolina and Randall got dressed, both beet red from embarrassment.

They endured some more mocking and teasing from the group when they entered the kitchen, but they soon were enjoying hot pancakes and bacon and were back to having a good time with their friends. Suzanna had made sure to bring a few bottles of prosecco for mimosas, and so the day drinking began.

After breakfast, the crew changed into bikinis and swim trunks and threw a bunch of food and drinks into a cooler. Shawn and Brady each grabbed a handle and carried it between them while Randall, Jeremy, Chris and Gary hauled two beach canopies and cornhole boards, while the girls brought the rest of the lightweight beach gear down to the lake. They set up a few feet from the water. Looking either way up or down the beach, no one was in sight; there weren’t any public access points for a few miles in any direction so the only others who would potentially be on this stretch of beach would be other renters or owners of the cottages that dotted the dunes. A few boats could be seen cruising in deep water.

The girls stripped down out of their coverups and booty shorts to reveal a variety of colors of skimpy bikinis. Carolina wore white, with the word “bride” bedazzled on the left cup of the bikini top. They took turns spraying each other with sunscreen and rubbing in suntan lotion. The guys all took a dip in the lake, the water almost the same as the air temperature of 80 degrees. The sun was close to overhead with not a cloud in the sky, and a very mild breeze. The girls spent the next hour tanning and chatting while the guys threw around a frisbee and football. Hard seltzers and beers kept them sort of hydrated; the alcohol limited its effectiveness at staving off dehydration.

Eventually, some of the girls joined in passing the frisbee. Once everyone was up and running around, Jeremy and Suzanna announced that the first game of the bach weekend would begin. Each girl competed against one of the guys in a game of cornhole. “Let’s make this interesting,” said Suzanna. “Whoever has fewer wins, the guys or the girls, has to skinny dip.” By now, they were all a few drinks in, and the alcohol certainly helped ease their nerves about potentially getting naked.

Randall of course was pitted against his bride. Jeremy and his wife, Sam, were paired up, Shawn and Suzanna, Chris and Alexis, Brady and Kelsey, and the two youngsters Gary and Keeli. Randall, Chris, and Gary won their matches. Sam, Suzanna, and Kelsey won theirs. “Tie breaker!” announced Suzanna. “Randall versus Carolina, bride versus groom. One round, the winner takes all.”

Randall threw the first bag, which slid into the hole. “Three points to Randall!” yelled Suzanna, taking charge of being the announcer. The guys cheered, giving him a slap on the back. Carolina’s bag landed on the board. “Three to one!” Randall missed the next shot, coming up just short in the sand. Carolina’s second bag landed on the board. “Three to two, the girls are coming back!” shouted Suzanna. Randall sank his third bag in the hole, but knocked one of Carolina’s in with it. “Six to four!” Both sides cheered. Carolina’s next bag went straight in the hole, not even touching the board. The girls erupted in cheers, jumping around. Gary couldn’t help but stare at Keeli’s butt bouncing in her thong-cut bikini bottoms. “Six to seven, Carolina is up by one!” shouted Suzanna, mimicking a baseball stadium announcer.

Randall’s final shot needed to go into the hole for a chance to win. A miss would be an instant loss, and bag on the board would be a tie unless Carolina could score a final point. Randall’s bag soared high and looked like it was perfectly in line with the hole. It dropped with a soft bang. It slid. And it stopped, a quarter of the bag hanging over the hole. The best the guys could do is tie.

“It all comes down to this,” said Suzanna, in a mock serious voice. “Land on the board and in the hole, and the girls win. Miss, and it goes into overtime.” Carolina’s final shot could not have gone worse. She threw a perfect arc that looked like it would land on the board. And it did, only it kept sliding toward the hole, hitting Randall’s overhanging bag. In slow motion, Randall’s bag dropped through the hole, while Carolina’s bag stopped just on the edge.

“Hold on a sec folks, we’re going to need a recount after that one!” shouted Suzanna. Everyone crowded around the board to begin counting. “Randall sank his first shot, missed his second, sank his third, and had his fourth pushed in. Nine points for the guys! Carolina landed her first shot on the board. Her second was pushed in by Randall, her third was a nothing-but-net straight into the hole, and her fourth was on the board. One, three, three, one… eight points for the girls…the guys win!” she announced.

The guys whooped and hollered as they jumped around, patting each other on the back. Shawn picked up Randall and threw him over his shoulder, dumping him into the sand, laughing. The girls looked shocked, nervous, and embarrassed. “Take it off, take it off,” the guys started chanting.

Kelsey handed her phone to Shawn. She had been documenting the party on video, intending to edit clips together in a montage video. “Ugh it’s going to be such a core memory, we gotta get this on video,” she said. Shawn gratefully agreed. Admitting defeat, the girls lined up, facing away from the guys.

“You ready for this?” asked Carolina. They all nodded. “On the count of three. One, two, three!” Carolina pulled her bikini top up and off her head. She quickly dropped her bikini bottoms down in the sand, and sprinted into the water. Kelsey and Alexis were close behind. Suzanna and Keeli ran toward the water together. Sam, who wore what was technically a one-piece as the top and bottom was connected with a thin strip of fabric down the middle of her torso, struggled to get out of her suit. Jeremy helped her, and she was soon running off into the water to join the other girls.

“Damn, look at them go,” said Shawn. “You know what? Fuck it, that looks fun, I’m joining them.” He balanced Kelsey’s phone against the pile of cornhole bags, dropped his shorts, and ran out into the water. Just out of frame, the other guys looked at each other, nodded, and stripped, running out into the water to join the girls. They splashed each other and tried to tackle the girls.

For about three minutes, Kelsey’s phone recorded the group out in the water. There were a few distant flashes of jiggling boobs and penises as the guys tried to catch the girls. Then, the video slowly started to tilt upward before her phone finally tipped over in the sand. Almost half an hour of video was recorded of a few tiny clouds and a couple of seagulls passing by before Kelsey’s naked body came into view. The phone of course was tilted straight upward, looking directly between her legs at her dark but neatly trimmed pubic hair for a few frames before she picked it up. There were a few more frames where she was pointing it wildly out in front of her, catching glimpses of her naked friends on video to the sound of, “Oh guys it’s still recording!” before it clicked off.

The group got dressed, for the most part. The guys all got their swim trunks back on. Carolina, in her white bikini bottoms, stayed topless as she tanned her back. Kelsey joined her topless, while Alexis, Keeli, and Sam got their swimsuits back on. The girls spent the next half hour tanning while the guys drank beer and talked sports. They had all seen each other naked, so it was less awkward when Kelsey and Carolina flipped over to tan their front sides, exposing their boobs to the group.

“Come on girls, join the fun,” teased Shawn, who was many beers deep and starting to feel buzzed.

Sam and Keeli gave him an eye roll, but Alexis took her top off. “Ehh what the hell. You’ve seen it all already. And I’m already starting to get some serious tan lines.”

Keeli glanced nervously at her older sister, who shrugged. “Ahh fuck it,” she said, taking off her top. Keeli and Carolina were remarkably similar in appearance. Keeli was maybe an inch taller and had slightly smaller boobs, but not noticeably so except for occasions like these when they were side-by-side topless. Keeli’s nipples were erect from their recent exposure, and her areolas were slightly smaller. Earlier, in the water, everyone was made aware of the differences in pubic hair. Keeli had a neatly trimmed or bikini-waxed bush, whereas Carolina kept her crotch bare. As Keeli settled in to tan, she reapplied sunscreen to her newly exposed breasts. Gary couldn’t help but watch, however, he turned over onto his stomach trying to hide his newly sprouted erection.

Keeli and Gary continued chatting and flirting, and it was clear to both Carolina and Randall that their siblings might soon be more than just friends. The group continued relaxing in the sun for another hour before Keeli replaced her bikini top and made her way out to the water. Gary followed her, and Carolina and Randall watched as they first took a dip in the lake and then waved as they went for a walk up the beach.

“Shall we go for a walk as well?” Sam asked Jeremy a few minutes later.

“Sure,” he said. “Y’all wanna come too?” Sam shot him a “I wanted to go just the two of us” look but went with it as the rest of the group agreed that a walk along the beach would help bring them out of the afternoon laziness. It took them a while to pack up a few things, crack open a few drinks for walking, and for Alexis and Kelsey to replace their bikini tops.

“Keep yours off,” whispered Randall to Carolina.

“You sure?” she replied. “I don’t wanna get caught topless out here.”

“It’ll be fine,” he reassured her. “We haven’t seen a single person come down this beach all day. Besides, we have enough people to block you from view.”

Feeling confident, Carolina joined the group as they took off down the beach, following Gary and Keeli’s footsteps. They sipped their beers and seltzers as they chatted, sometimes wading out into knee-deep water to cool off from the hot sun. Ahead was a fairly large sand dune which was covered in trees. “Hey, hold on a sec, I gotta take a piss,” said Brady, bounding off into the woods. The group waited, and he soon emerged from the woods, dying of laughter. “Well, I found out where Gary and Keeli went,” he said, gasping for breath between laughter.

A minute or so later, Gary and Keeli made the walk of shame out of the woods. Keeli adjusted her bikini top while blushing deep red. They could see a minor tent in Gary’s swimsuit as his erection subsided. “Didn’t think you guys would be here,” he said.

Keeli made eye contact with her sister. She shook her head. “Don’t ask.”

“She was throat deep when I walked up,” said Brady.

Keeli flipped him the bird. “Fuck you!” The group laughed.

“We’re gonna keep walking, care to join us?” asked Alexis. Of course if Keeli and Gary denied, the whole group would know what shenanigans they were getting up to. They agreed and joined them as they continued down the beach.

Keeli walked beside her sister, as they hung back a few paces behind the rest of the group. Carolina broke the ice. “So, you and Gary, huh?”

“Yeah, we started chatting at your engagement party. Actually, he was part of the reason Corey broke up with me. We’d been texting, nothing too sketchy or anything like that. Honestly most of it was just talking about you and Randall and commiserating about college. But I guess it came across as flirtatious enough that Corey got jealous when he saw my phone blowing up from Gary’s texts a few times when we were hanging out.”

“Did you guys hang out before this?”

“No, this is the first time I’ve seen him in person since your party. But we’ve been texting a lot the last month or so, once we knew we were coming on this trip.”

“Well, maybe our wedding won’t be the last time you’re walking down the aisle together,” Carolina joked. Keeli smiled before she practically ran into Chris’s back. The group had stopped.

“What’s going on?” asked Keeli. The group parted so she and Carolina could see past. Ahead, there was a large group set up on the beach, with multiple party tents and umbrellas, beach chairs and blankets, and even a volleyball net. Carolina clasped her hands over her boobs at the sight of other people. However, she noticed something strange.

“Are they nudists?” she asked, stating the obvious. Everyone in front of them was naked, except for one woman who was topless wearing black bikini bottoms. There were a half dozen elementary school-aged kids running around naked, along with about two dozen adults, from multiple generations, ranging from their twenties to their seventies.

“You can pass on through, or join us if you’d like!” an older man called out. His hair on his head and his crotch were gray, and his skin was prune-like from endless days spent nude in the sun. They had been staring for longer than they should have.

“Sorry, didn't mean to stare,” apologized Randall. “Caught us by surprise.”

“No problem. I see one of you doesn’t mind a little extra sun on their skin,” the man continued, nodding at Carolina. She smiled back politely.

“Shall we keep going?” asked Randall. The group shrugged and began continuing in the same direction.

“By the way,” called out another woman, also going gray on her head, although she kept her pubic hair trimmed so short that it was hard to tell if it was gray or blonde, “the next mile or so is owned by the Barewoods Nudist resort, so no need to cover up. You’re welcome to strip down too, if you’d like.”

The group nodded and said thanks, as they passed by. Carolina felt a bit silly covering her boobs among a group of nudists, so she dropped her hands as they continued on. Kelsey removed her top and looped it through her bikini bottoms so she didn’t have to carry it. Alexis did the same.

It was hard not to stare at the variety of bodies as they made their way through the stretch of beach occupied by the nudists. Although most of them were middle to upper-age, one man looked to be in his early thirties and had muscles like a bodybuilder, but his penis was smaller than any of the adult men. Another woman who looked to be about the same age as their group had a wild bush and hairy armpits but had some of the most perfectly large, round boobs. One lady nursed a newborn beneath the canopy, her stretch marks visible on her postpartum-weight belly. The guy who they assumed was her partner because he sat beside her with their shoulders and thighs touching, had one of the largest penises Carolina had ever seen. Flaccid and lying on the ground, it reached mid-thigh. Nearly every body type was present in the group: thin, slightly chunky, to very overweight; short, average, to very large penises; flat, a little busty, to volleyball-sized boobs, which ranged from perky to so saggy they nearly reached an older lady’s belly button. One woman had areolas that covered a majority of her boobs; another had areolas so small they were barely quarter inch larger than her nipples. There were some who were clearly full-time nudists with deep tans and no tan lines, whereas others spent at least some of the time wearing swimsuits with paler skin around their boobs and crotches.

The bach party passed by and were soon down the beach from the nudist group. “You know, that’s pretty brave of them to get naked despite their variety of ages and body types,” reflected Sam. “Hang on a sec, guys.” The group paused as Sam untied the strap around her neck. She peeled the one piece down her torso, over her hips, and down to her ankles before stepping out of it. She jabbed a stick into the sand to mark where she left it.

“Are we really doing this?” asked Gary, rhetorically, as the rest of the group shrugged and joined in, stripping off their swimsuits and adding them to the pile. His suit was last to join the pile, and although they had seen each other naked earlier in the day, most of the group made some effort to either appear nonchalant about their nudity or to cover up slightly. Gary couldn’t keep his eyes off Keeli, but as he felt a bit of a twitch in his penis, he had to look away else he’d be sporting a hard on soon. The group heard a cheer from back down the beach as the nudists noticed their newfound nudity.

Surprisingly, it wasn’t all that hard to be naked among a group of friends, and they soon felt comfortable going about their walk in the nude. Sam led the way, her recently discovered body confidence showing in the way her hips swayed back and forth. Her husband Jeremy walked beside her, but the rest of the group couldn’t help but stare as her butt cheeks bounced with every step. Gary and Keeli walked together, Gary keeping his eyes off of her chest and crotch out of respect, even though he had his penis down her throat just a half hour earlier. Carolina and Randall took up the rear of the group and watched as their friends and siblings strolled along casually, chatting and laughing, acting as if they didn’t not have clothes on. At one point Brady gave Kelsey a little spank on her butt, which she responded with a punch to the shoulder followed by a side hug as they walked together. Keeli and Gary were certainly hitting it off, now holding hands.

They continued until they reached a weathered wooden fence that was mostly buried in sand. On a post that was taller than the rest was a sign: Warning! You are now leaving Barewoods Nudist Resort property. Proceed with caution! Anti-nudity laws may be enforced by local law enforcement beyond this point. On the other side of the post coming from outside the property was another sign: Warning! You are now entering Barewoods Nudist Resort property. Hikers may encounter nude sunbathers. Use of Barewoods facilities requires nudity and entrance fees to be paid at the clubhouse at 1320 Dune Trail Drive (or accessible via the wooden stairs, ~¾ mile ahead).

“Well, I guess this is it,” said Suzanna. “Shall we head back?” By now, the group was almost two miles from their spot on the beach. Their drinks were long gone, and they were overdue for sunscreen, especially on their newly exposed skin. By the time they got back to their swimsuits their sunburns were getting bad, especially those who hadn’t put any on their previously covered areas.

“Thank God, even for this little bit of fabric… I’m fried,” said Alexis as she pulled on her bikini bottoms and tied the straps of her bikini top.

“Guys, not funny, who took my bottoms?” said Carolina, looking around. Everyone else had grabbed their bikinis and swim trunks, leaving nothing left in the sand. The guys kicked their feet around in the sand, checking if it had gotten covered. They found nothing.

“It’s fine,” said Suzanna, “You’ve been naked most of the day already.”

Carolina looked around at her now clothed friends. Feeling a little defeated, she sighed and agreed. They’d all seen her naked for the last hour, plus this morning in bed, after the cornhole tournament, and topless while suntanning and for the first part of the walk. “Ugh, damnit, I really liked those bottoms,” she said, as she stared longingly at the sand once more. The group began their walk back toward the nudists and their spot on the beach a bit further.

“We saw you guys head off on a nude walk,” said the old man as they got close to the tent again. “A little bummed to see you got dressed again though!”

“Sunburn,” said Shawn. “My butt cheeks are probably bright red.” He turned and rolled down his suit a bit so the guy could see.

“Oof, first timer, I see,” he said. “We’ve got sunscreen if you’d like.”

“We’re good,” said Suzanna. “We’re heading back to our stuff which is just down the beach.”

“Suit yourself! Glad to see at least one of you is continuing on with the nudist lifestyle,” he said, gesturing toward Carolina, who blushed.

“Lost my swimsuit,” she said. “Or someone stole it.” She gave a dirty look at the guys who all shrugged, feigning ignorance.

“Ha! Well, here you definitely need some of this then,” he said, grabbing a tube and handing it to her. “Take it, we’ve got plenty to share. I’m just glad you guys decided to try out nudism even just for a short walk down the beach!” He was a friendly old man, and they all thanked him and the other nudists for their openness to share both their body confidence and their sunscreen. Randall helped Carolina rub in a thick coat, especially on her butt, crotch, and boobs which were turning pink. The rest of the group reapplied sunscreen to their backs, shoulders, and legs as they walked.

The sun was starting to get lower toward the horizon as they relaxed once more on their blankets and towels. Gary and Keeli played cornhole. Shawn, Randall, and Brady tossed the football back and forth. Sam and Jeremy napped side-by-side underneath the beach canopy. Alexis and Kelsey suntanned, once again removing their tops. Suzanna and Carolina waded out to waist deep water and chatted, the water keeping them cool. Carolina remained naked even though her booty shorts and t-shirt were in a beach bag by the cooler.

Shawn, Randall, and Brady wandered off into the woods to scavenge for firewood. They got a fire started just up and over the first dune, where the wind was slightly buffered by the hills. The rest of the group helped haul their stuff off the beach up to where they had built the fire. They were soon calling for Carolina and Suzanna to come in from the water for dinner. They roasted hotdogs over the fire, along with an exponential increase in their alcohol consumption as the sun went down. They had all sobered up during their walk, but were once again buzzed by the end of dinner, which included shotgunning one beer before dinner (Shawn’s idea) and sipping on another with their meal. They were downright drunk as the sun set over the water, passing around large bottles of whisky and vodka.

Things got rowdier and rowdier the drunker they got. Soon, all the girls were being dared to strip off their bikinis. At this point they had all seen each other naked by daylight with only a quarter of the booze in their veins, so stripping off was no problem. After getting naked, Kelsey sat her bare butt down on Brady’s lap. His hands gently caressed her thighs as they sat around the fire together. He gave one of her boobs a teasing squeeze, and she playfully slapped him across the face. He was surprised and a little angry at first, but she followed it up with a kiss on the mouth.

“Alright fellas, time for you to get naked,” said Suzanna, slurring her speech. “Take it off!” The girls wolf whistled and cheered as the guys began stripping off their swim trunks. Shawn shook his hips wildly, making his penis slap against his thighs. Everyone was dying of laughter.

“SKINNY DIP TIME!” yelled Brady, taking off in a sprint down the beach. Everyone raced after him. Their inebriation definitely made wading and swimming a bit more difficult, but they spent a while splashing around and diving under the waves. The night air had cooled off, making it feel warmer beneath the water than out of it. Eventually, they waded to shore, following the glow of the campfire back to their belongings.

When they got back, they huddled around the fire. Shawn threw on a few more logs, bringing a new wave of heat. Carolina and Randall shared a blanket, as did Sam and Jeremy, Kelsey and Brady, Gary and Keeli, and Suzanna and Alexis. Shawn and Chris shared one for a second. “Dude your dick just touched my leg,” joked Chris, pushing Shawn into the sand. Shawn found a spare beach towel and wrapped it around his waist.

The bottles of booze were passed around the fire once again. Everyone took a big swig, the burn of the 80 proof warming their insides. Across the fire, Carolina and Randall noticed Kelsey and Brady getting a little handsy underneath their blanket. It looked like Kelsey’s hand was moving up and down in Brady’s lap, while Brady’s hand, which was draped over Kelsey’s shoulder, played with her nipple. Sam sat between Jeremy’s legs to their right, and it appeared as though Jeremy was also getting handsy with Sam, his hands disappearing between her thighs. Sam’s breathing was definitely a bit heavier than normal.

Suzanna, Alexis, and Chris to their left watched the other two couples along with Carolina and Randall. “Where’d Keeli and Gary go?” blurted Alexis, momentarily causing the two couples to stop their activities. Everyone looked around at each other, shaking their heads.

“Hmm, what was that?” said Shawn, sleepily, popping up from his position on his back in the sand. He had passed out momentarily. The towel that had been tied around his waist remained behind in the sand.

“Where’s Keeli and Gary? Did you see them after swimming?” Alexis repeated.

“Oh yeah, I saw them going back up to the house,” said Shawn. “Speaking of which, I’m gonna hit the hay.” He brushed the sand off his penis and his legs, wrapped his towel around his waist again, and trudged off in the dark toward the cabin.

Chris, Suzanna, and Alexis called it a night as well, leaving the three couples, two official couples and one newly minted, to sit around the fire. Suzanna and Alexis found their cover ups and wore those, carrying their bikinis. Chris, like Shawn, forewent the swim trunks and wrapped a towel around his waist and followed the girls back to the house.

The campfire continued to die down, leaving the three couples in a soft glow. Sam and Jeremy and Kelsey and Brady resumed their previous activities. Randall and Carolina sipped on the bottle of whisky and watched as their friends began going further and further. Once Sam and Jeremy reached a tipping point, they rolled over, lying on one blanket while covered with another. Visually their bodies were out of sight, but it was obvious what was happening judging by the movement of the blankets and Sam’s quiet moans.

On the other side of the fire, Kelsey openly straddled Brady’s lap, facing him and pressing her boobs into his face. He sucked her nipples and played with them with his tongue. She ground her hips into his lap, pushing his penis between their bodies so that it dragged across her clit with every movement. Brady’s fingernails dug into her back, leaving red lines that glowed in the firelight.

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===== Chapter Three: The Next Morning =====

Carolina could feel every heartbeat pounding in her left temple. Moving her head caused even more pain, as did the sunlight turning her eyelids reddish orange. She blinked open one eye, the bright sun piercing daggers into her pupils. She slammed her eyes shut, rolled over, and threw up in the hot sand.

Emptying the contents of her stomach helped alleviate some of the hangover-induced nausea and vertigo as she began to take account of her surroundings. She could hear birds chirping in the woods behind her, and she could hear the sound of waves somewhere over the next sand dune. A light breeze brought to her attention her lack of clothing: apart from a thick layer of sand that had crusted to her sweat from the night before, she was completely naked.

Carolina’s fingers brushed the sand off her body as she stood up, looking around. Judging by the angle of the sun in the sky, it was probably at least 9 or 10 am. “Where the fuck am I?” she thought. The landscape looked unfamiliar relative to their time on the beach the day before. Feeling hot and sunburnt, she made her way toward the water. The water was just as warm as the night before but felt cooler relative to the hot sun. She dove under, taking some time to rinse as much sand off her body. Her pussy lips were caked with sand from sleeping directly on the ground, and she gingerly rinsed her folds clean.

The refreshing water brought a new feeling of sobriety, clearing her head and bringing flashbacks of the night before. Keeli and Gary disappearing. Shawn, Chris, Alexis, and Suzanna heading back to the house. Sam and Jeremy silently humping under the blanket to their right. Kelsey riding on Brady’s lap across the fire. Both couples glowing orange in the dim flicker of the dying fire. Randall stroking her vulva while she stroked his penis. Watching, but not being watched, as the other couples were too focused on their partners rather than who remained around the fire. Sam climaxing, letting out a moan that sounded practically like a coyote howl. Kelsey responding to Sam's sounds, guiding Brady’s penis into her vagina as she bounced up and down on his lap. Randall’s fingers slipping further inside. Jeremy whispering to Sam that he wanted to cum on her tits, then watching as he emerged from their blanket cocoon to spray semen across her chest, neck, and belly. Kelsey shoving Brady back into the sand, frantically bouncing up and down on his penis. In and out, in and out. Jeremy and Sam leaving the fire to go back to the cabin, Sam mumbling about getting cleaned up in the shower. Randall pulling Carolina to her feet, heading toward the water.

Carolina popped up from underneath the water, her head cleared. Her insides still felt shaky as the last food she had eaten was a hotdog over twelve hours ago, which was followed by two hard seltzers and a significant amount of whisky and vodka. “Beer before liquor, never been sicker,” she thought. One more dive under, then she waded back to shore. “If I go north, I’ll either find our stuff on the beach or I’ll run into the nudist resort, which means I went the wrong direction,” she said aloud, trying to be logical about her plan of action. “If I go that way, I could be wandering for a long time, getting further from the cabin. But the path could be just a little bit that way.”

In the end, she decided to walk fifty yards or so away from the nudist beach. If she didn’t find the path, she’d turn around and head toward the nudist resort, hoping to find their stuff along the way. “That tree looks familiar, I’ll turn around there,” she thought. There was no sign of their stuff nor the path. She sat down beneath the tree for a minute, another wave of nausea hitting her. She closed her eyes, put her head in her hands, and more flashbacks from the night before came crashing in.

Randall had led her down toward the lake, but they had turned off the path halfway there, making their way to a shallow depression between two small dunes. Randall had spread their blanket out in the middle of the sandy area surrounded by beach grass that occasionally tickled their legs as they laid there together. They had watched the stars, which seemed to slowly spin above their heads, their brains dizzy from all the alcohol.

Randall had begun stroking Carolina’s vulva again, teasing his fingers between her outer lips. She had responded by letting her legs open wider, pointing her knees outward to give Randall the most open space. She had grabbed ahold of his penis, which was beginning to harden, but he had pulled away, crouching down between her legs. His lips and tongue had begun working on her clit, which had emerged as a tiny pointed nub. The sensitivity had sent shockwaves up her body, her hips buckling with every lick. Her juices had started flowing rapidly, the blanket getting wet beneath her butt, flushing remaining sand out of her folds. “Crunchy,” he had joked, coming up for breath. They had laughed for a few seconds before he went down on her again, taking her breath away.

Randall had continued going down on her for an unknown amount of time. Carolina had kept her eyes open, staring up at the stars while feeling pulses of pleasure emanate from between her legs. The stars and moon had spun faster as the alcohol coursed through her veins. Eventually, she had become overwhelmed by the dizziness and pleasure, shutting her eyes and letting the orgasm wash over her body. She had bucked her hips up into his chin, sending his tongue deep down inside her. On the third wave of her orgasm, she had passed out.

She had awoken some time later to Randall on top of her, forcing his penis into her still wet vagina. “Mmm, yes, come onnn,” she had moaned, as she felt his thickness stretch her vagina. He had started slowly rocking back and forth, his penis going deeper and deeper each time. Once he was balls deep, he had started thrusting more frantically. The angle was not very pleasurable for Carolina, so she had urged him to try a new position. He had pulled out quickly, leaving her wet hole exposed to the cool night air, sending a new sensation up her spine. He had flipped her over onto her elbows and knees, plunging his penis deep inside her vagina from behind. His hips and belly had hit her thighs and butt with every thrust. Thwap, thwap, thwap. He had pulled back too far one thrust and fumbled trying to put his penis back inside, initially trying to force it into her anus. “Wrong hole,” she had murmured, as he tried again, this time finding the right hole and plunging deep again. There had been another black out, a chunk missing from her memory, as Randall finished, shooting his cum deep inside her while simultaneously sending her into another orgasm. She had passed out again, her memory blank except for an overwhelming feeling of pleasure.

Carolina had one other flash of memory, a few minutes or maybe even an hour later, getting up from their blanket, chilled from the night air. They stumbled back toward where they thought the fire, and the path to the cabin, was supposed to be. They tripped and stumbled their way up the dune by the light of the moon and stars. A stabbing pain shot through her foot as she stepped on a stick. The pain and dizziness caused her to misstep, tumbling down the dune they were traversing, rolling in the sand, limbs flying wildly. Her eyes slammed shut trying to keep them free of sand as she was tossed about, head over heels. After what seemed like falling for a lifetime, she came to rest at the bottom, took one last look up at the moon and stars which were spinning even more wildly than before, and then passed out in the spot where she had awoken the next morning.

Randall in his equally drunken state had not noticed Carolina take a fall until he was fifty feet further along the dune. “Carolina?!” he yelled. “CAROLINA!” By the time he had noticed she was missing, she had already passed out at the bottom of the hill. Randall tried to retrace his steps, but followed the crest of the dune in the wrong direction, leading him away from Carolina. Fortunately, it led him back to the path that led to the remnants of the campfire, vacated by Kelsey and Brady, and up to the house. He circled back around three times, trying different paths that all seemed to lead back to the campfire. Eventually his drunkenness and exhaustion got the better of him and he headed toward the house. He hadn’t quite made it all the way back inside; he had passed out on a lawn chair on the back deck, waking up to the bright sun and birds chirping.

Inside, he found Gary and Keeli snuggled up on the couch, still sleeping under their beach blanket. Kelsey and Brady had taken over the master bedroom, spooning naked on top of the sheets. Sam and Jeremy’s door was closed. Inside one bunk room, Randall could see Shawn and Chris in their bunks, and across the hall, Randall could see Alexis and Suzanna sharing one of the bottom bunks. In his imagination, he would have found Carolina passed out on the floor or better yet in one of the beds. Hell, he would have even been okay finding her in bed with one of the other guys. Seeing no sign of Carolina sent him into a new level of panic.

He found a pair of boxers, shorts, and a t-shirt in his bag and slipped them on before shaking Brady awake. “Hey sorry man, didn’t mean to steal your bed,” Brady said sleepily. Kelsey stirred. Realizing not only was she naked but she was naked on top of the sheets she grasped wildly for a blanket to cover up. She accidentally grabbed at Brady, who she had forgotten was sleeping next to her, knocking her hand into his balls.

“Ughhh,” he let out a groan, clutching his package. Kelsey finally got a hold of the bed sheet and pulled it up over her chest.

“Sorry, Brady,” she apologized. “Randall, everything okay?” she asked, noticing the concerned look on his face.

“It’s Carolina. I lost her last night out in the dunes.”

“You lost your fiancee?” repeated Brady, pulling the sheet over his crotch.

“Yeah, after you guys started getting a little frisky, “ started Randall. Kelsey shot Brady an innocent look. “We went and found a nice place out under the stars. We both had a bit too much to drink. All I remember is it was getting chilly, so we started walking back to the house. One second she was right behind me, the next she was gone. I looked for her but ended up wandering back to the house and passing out on a lawn chair on the deck.”

“Should we call the police?” asked Brady, looking concerned.

“Maybe we should go looking for her first, now that it’s light out,” suggested Kelsey. Randall nodded in agreement.

Kelsey and Brady took the walk of shame back to their respective bunk rooms to get dressed and wake up their friends. Randall went out to the living room to wake up Gary and Keeli. They stayed wrapped in their blankets, hiding their nudity, but their ears perked up and concerned looks came over their faces as Randall broke the news. Gary graciously let Keeli keep the blanket and hobble over to the girls’ room while he made a quick streak to the other bunk room to find some clothes.

Everyone was extremely hungover, or rather, still partially drunk as all the alcohol hadn’t yet been burnt off from the night before. They spent the next ten minutes getting dressed and pounding bottles of water before making a game plan. To avoid getting lost, they partnered up, Gary and Keeli, Jeremy and Sam, Brady and Kelsey, Chris and Alexis, and Shawn, Suzanna, and Randall. They started off toward the beach together, but each went a separate direction from the ashes of the campfire.

Meanwhile, on the beach, Carolina began her trek down toward the nudist camp. She kept looking over her shoulder in case one of her friends showed up behind her. The sun was getting hotter, and today there was a moderate breeze, churning up the water into waves with a constant crash on the shore. She walked in ankle-deep water, but some of the waves splashed up to her waist. Every hundred yards or so she dove under the water, trying to stay cool as the heat made the hangover that much worse.

Eventually, she made it to the forested hillside from the day before, recognizing the path where Brady had walked in on Keeli giving Gary a blowjob. “I must have missed the path,” she thought, taking a minute to sit down again. She recalled the feeling of lost innocence, recognizing that her little sister was all grown up. She hoped that it would be multiple years before Jane would become sexually active but knew it was probably coming sooner than later if it hadn’t happened already.

Brady and Kelsey ended up wandering onto the beach while looking for Carolina. Gary and Keeli, and Jeremy and Sam, also converged on the beach a few minutes later. “Any sign of her?” asked Gary. Jeremy shook his head no.

“I did find someone’s bikini bottoms though,” said Brady, holding them up.

“Those are mine!” exclaimed Keeli, grabbing them from Brady and stuffing them in her pocket.

They decided Brady, Kelsey, Jeremy, and Sam would go south while Gary and Keeli would go north along the beach. They looked for signs of footprints as they walked, but found none that looked fresher than the few they found from their walk the afternoon before. Gary and Keeli, walking in the right direction, wouldn’t have noticed much anyway, as Carolina had walked a majority of the way in the water.

Carolina couldn’t remember how long they had walked yesterday before reaching the tree-covered hillside that she sat beside. “Maybe I missed the path, or maybe when I went to that tree I just needed to go a little bit further,” she thought. Either way, she knew she had gone too far north and began setting out southward again. At least now she knew she was headed in the right direction.

As she walked, she prayed she would see her friends heading her way down the beach. Unfortunately, the shoreline made an outward bend, making it difficult to see much more than fifty yards or so down the beach. As she walked, she scanned the dunes, but then something caught her attention out of the corner of her eye. Floating in the water was a white piece of cloth. Wading out into waist-deep water, she was first very excited. “My lost bikini bottoms!” she exclaimed grabbing a hold of them. They had drifted at least a quarter mile from the nudist beach.

When she examined them, she became a bit less excited. The gimmicky nature of the bride bikini (it was only $14 on Shein), plus twenty hours it had spent tossed around in the water, had caused the liner to fall out and a hole to tear in the crotch. Still, it was better than nothing, and she slipped them on. Looking down, they were nearly see through without the liner, showing practically every fold of her vulva, not to mention that except when her legs were squeezed together the hole was gaping wide open from just above her slit all the way past her butt hole. Somehow though the sensation of fabric on her body, even if just the bottom half, made her feel less naked.

She continued down the beach, stopping occasionally to dunk her head under the waves. She also climbed the nearest dune to see if she could get a good vantage point. At one point, she thought she saw someone on the beach, but after staring for almost a minute, she realized it was just a large piece of driftwood. She continued on.

Even though Gary and Keeli were concerned about their missing sister/future sister-in-law, they were thoroughly enjoying each other's company as they walked down the beach together, hand in hand. They had worn their swimsuits and occasionally would cool off in the water, splashing each other and body surfing the waves. One unexpected wave knocked Keeli off her feet and she emerged from the water, coughing and spluttering. It took her a moment to realize that the cheesy grin on Gary’s face wasn’t because he was teasing her for getting knocked over, but rather because her left boob had popped out of her bikini top and she hadn’t noticed.

“Stoppp!” she said, giving him a joking punch in the arm after she readjusted her top.

“What? I’ve seen it all already!” Gary joked back. That got him a face full of water as Keeli splashed him.

Had they been paying attention, they would have noticed Carolina walking down the beach; from out in the water, they could see much further down the shoreline. Play time over, they headed to shore and continued northward, the bend in the shore and the low dunes once again blocking their line of sight to Carolina.

Ahead, Carolina spotted what looked to be the path up to the fire pit. “I must have missed it the first time,” she thought, as she turned off the beach, just before Gary and Carolina would have come into view. The rolling hills of the sand dunes all looked the same to her, but she thought for sure this was the right direction. She climbed up the first dune, down the back side, and up the next, where the fire pit should have been. Nothing. “Maybe one more? Maybe I’m coming from a different angle?” Over the next dune there still was no sign of the fire, but she did stop for a second to take in her surroundings. That’s when she spotted a rooftop above the treeline. “The house!” she said aloud. She took off down the path.

It certainly was a house, but not their rental. It was an old cottage that had been renovated. The front yard had been turned into a gravel parking lot, and a half dozen cars were parked in front. “Shit,” Carolina thought. She turned back toward the beach. A man was walking toward her with a chainsaw in one hand and a pair of garden loppers in the other. Carolina shrieked. The man was startled, dropping his chainsaw.

“Ouch, fuck!” he yelled, as the heavy engine fell on his bare foot. Actually, that wasn’t all that was bare. Besides a pair of chainsaw chaps, that covered the front of his legs from his ankles to his waist, he was naked, his penis sticking out between the strips of fabric. “Holy shit, you scared me,” he said, hobbling over.

“I think you scared me more,” explained Carolina. “Thought I was gonna be the next victim in a horror movie.”

“Just out cleaning up a trail this morning. I don’t recognize you from around the resort, I’m Paul, the owner of this place. Did you register, or were you just coming up off the beach?”

Somehow, Carolina had managed to wander her way onto the nudist resort property; this cottage was the clubhouse. Paul showed her inside, and she recounted her story, or at least the bits and pieces she remembered. He was older, maybe in his fifties, but was fairly slim and in shape, probably from doing the groundskeeping on the resort property.

“I don’t know exactly where you’re staying, there’s a handful of cabins dotted throughout the woods up here,” he explained, sitting on a towel on a barstool behind the registration desk. He pulled up Google maps on the computer and flipped it around. “Think you can point it out on here? I can give you a lift back if we can figure out which one it is.” Carolina used the mouse to pan around the screen until she saw a road name she was familiar with. She followed the windy street with her mouse until a rectangle roof on the satellite view showed up.

“Here, I think.”

“Oh no, that’s Rod’s old place. He lives there full time.”

Carolina tried again. “Maybe here?” She pointed to another house on the map.

“Hmm yeah, that place sold a few years ago, the fall before COVID hit. Don’t know the new owners. Could easily be that they’re renting it out on AirBnB or whatever. Wanna lift?”

Carolina felt a little anxious getting into a car mostly naked with another fully naked man. Had she not known that he was a nudist, she would have absolutely said no, but Paul clearly only liked being naked for the sake of being naked, not for perverted reasons. Paul had already lined the seats of his old Chevy with towels for her to sit on, and he sat on one himself. Carolina felt a bit awkward being topless in a car on a public road, but Paul was just fine driving naked.

“I would’ve offered you some clothes, but there aren’t many around here,” chuckled Paul, taking note of the way Carolina was using her arms to cover up her chest. A few moments later they turned onto a street that seemed familiar to Carolina. “Let’s see here, should be just up around this next bend. Aha! There it is. That look familiar?” Indeed it did, their cars were parked out in front of the cabin.

Carolina thanked Paul for the ride and went inside, expecting to find her friends still crashed out from the heavy drinking the night before. The cottage was empty though. “Maybe they’re down by the beach,” she thought. She grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, and chugged most of it in one go.

She decided to take a shower. She stripped off her weather-worn bikini bottoms and tossed them in the trash. Her naked, sandy skin stung from sunburn as the hot water sprayed over her body. She scrubbed all of the sand and dirt off her body. It took two rounds of shampoo and conditioner to get her hair free of sand and tangles after spending the night passed out on the beach. She noticed a few minor scrapes from her tumble down the dune, and her big toe had a large scab where she had kicked the stick that tripped her.

Emerging from the shower, Carolina wrapped herself in a bath towel and polished off her bottle of water after popping a few Advil. She brushed her teeth and combed out her hair. It felt wonderful to be clean and refreshed. Carolina went to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of cold brew coffee, ticking the final box on her hangover-killer list: cold swim, check, rehydrate, check, get cleaned up, check, ibuprofen, check, and, finally, caffeine, check!

Despite spending the night on the sand, she was surprisingly not very tired, so she decided to go find her friends on the beach. In the master bedroom, she dug through her suitcase. She had only packed her bride bikini, the top somewhere on the beach and the bottoms now in the trash. “Underwear is practically the same as a bikini,” she thought, pulling on a pair of gray panties and a white bra. The panties were definitely smaller than her bikini bottoms, an athletic thong made out of a thin spandex material, but at least they didn’t have a gaping hole in the crotch.

Carolina grabbed another bottle of water from the fridge and a beach blanket that lay in a heap on the couch, and she made her way out the door and down the path toward the beach. She found the remnants of their campfire from the night before, a few empty cans, towels, a bottle of sunscreen (which she grabbed) and beach chairs scattered around a pile of ashes. She continued down to the beach, and it was empty. “Were all the cars in the driveway?” she thought to herself. Maybe they had gone into town or something. Yes, they were all there, she was pretty sure.

Carolina laid out the blanket, slathered her body with sunscreen, and sat down. The sun was hot, her headache was fading, but her friends were missing. Sweat began dripping down her body, leaving her panties soaked. The moisture made them cling to her folds, highlighting the face that they were not bikini bottoms. Her bra was uncomfortable, so she removed it; everyone had seen her boobs many time this trip.

“What the fuck!?” came a voice behind her on the path up to the house. It was Alexis, with Chris standing behind her. Carolina jumped, covering her boobs with her arm, as she stood up to face them. Alexis ran down the dune and gave her a massive hug. “Where the fuck were you?! We’ve been out looking for you all day. Randall’s about ready to call in the coast guard search and rescue!”

“I fell, tripped down a hill last night. I passed out at the bottom and woke up in the sand, butt ass naked. I tried finding my way back here, but I found the clubhouse for the nudist resort instead,” she explained. “The owner, Paul, gave me a ride back here once we figured out where the AirBnB was on the map.”

“So you mean you weren’t out here, stranded, dying of dehydration? Just were off galavanting around a nudist resort? We were worried sick!” ranted Alexis.
“I mean, it wasn’t fun per se, but I’m fine! I made it back an hour ago, got cleaned up, and came down to the beach to find you guys. Where is everyone else?”

“They’re all out looking for you!” explained Chris. “And no one has cell service so it’s not like we can just call them to tell them we’ve found you. Hopefully they all start making their way back sometime soon…”

Chris trailed off, looking southward down the beach. Randall, Suzanna, Kelsey, Brady, Sam, Jeremy, and Shawn were all heading their way. “Oh thank God, you’re alive,” said Randall, pulling his fiancee into a hug. Carolina hugged him back. It felt good to be in her fiance’s arms. “You smell good. Wait, what are you wearing?” remarked Randall, taking a step back from Carolina.

She immediately felt quite naked in just her panties while her friends were fully dressed, except for Brady who had taken off his t-shirt during the search. She once again covered her boobs with her hands. “I woke up naked in the sand,” she recounted her story for the third time. I found my bikini bottoms that I lost yesterday, except they had a hole in the crotch. So I wore them until Paul from the nudist resort gave me a ride back to the house so I could shower and change. But that was my only bikini, so I threw on some undies and a bra… it’s basically like a skimpy bikini, but then it got hot so I took the bra off,” she explained. “You guys saw WAY more than this yesterday,” she added with an eye roll.

“Well, none of us showered or anything, we all were worried sick about you!” Randall felt his temper rising. He pause a moment, took a deep breath, and apologized. “Sorry, I’m just glad you’re okay.” He pulled her into a big hug. They group went back to the house, picking up trash and belongings from the campfire. They spent the next few hours cooking breakfast, taking turns showering, and recounting their stories of the search and rescue mission.

Gary and Keeli were gone for most of the morning, making it back to the house just as the final dishes were being washed and the last two people were getting out of the showers. Seeing Carolina back, Keeli gave her sister a hug. Carolina thought her sister smelled of sex, but perhaps it was just sweat.

The group-wide hangover meant that Sunday was fairly relaxing. The weather was beautiful once again, so the group spent a majority of the day on the beach, tanning, playing cornhole, and swimming. Besides Carolina who only wore her panties, and Kelsey who went topless while suntanning, clothes remained on. The crew ended the evening watching the sunset fade over the water before heading back to the house for dinner.

This trip had opened up Carolina to nudity in a way she hadn’t felt before. Continued throughout the evening wearing just her panties, foregoing covering up her boobs. Everyone else got dressed to some extent, Kelsey and Alexis wore their bikini tops with cutoff shorts, and Keeli came out of the bedroom wearing an oversized sweatshirt. As she reached into a cupboard to get a glass, a few of the group caught a glimpse of just her lacy black thong underneath.

Although no one was in the mood for going as hard as they had the night before, there were a few bottles of wine that they popped open while Brady and Randall grilled dinner. Carolina managed to spill her glass all down her front, soaking her thong, the red wine giving her underwear a bloody appearance. “Ugh, it looks like I got my period,” laughed Carolina. Instead of sitting in wet, stained panties, she instead stripped them off and tossed them in the trash. They would have been stained permanently by the time she got home to wash them. She remained the only one naked for the rest of the night.

Randall and Carolina were able to spend the night together in their own bed. Randall managed to give Carolina the trifecta of orgasms, the first one with his fingers, the next with his tongue, and finally another with his penis, as he shot his load of semen deep inside her. The next day, the trip would be over. They had to be out of the rental by 11am, so besides an early morning walk down the beach, Carolina naked while Randall clothed, most of the morning was spent packing, cleaning, and eating breakfast. Carolina felt a pang of sadness as she put her clothes back on and got in the car to head home, her wild weekend one for the books. But she was happy knowing that she had a lifetime ahead of her to get wild and crazy with her future husband, Randall.

[nothing4u2c]

===== Bonus Chapter: Keeli and Gary =====

Keeli met Gary one time while Randall and Carolina were dating. Technically they had slept together, as in, literally passed out on the couch. She was visiting Carolina the summer after senior year of high school; Carolina and Randall had just graduated college. Randall and Gary were planning on helping Carolina move her things from her college apartment which she had shared with Suzanna and Sam, to her own apartment across town about five minutes away from her new job in the marketing department of a corporate office furniture company. Keeli came to help pack and move, planning to stay the weekend and hang out with her sister.

After a grueling five hours and three trips back and forth in their mom’s minivan, the four of them finally settled in on the couch, kicking their feet up on a makeshift coffee table made of moving boxes, and devoured some Chinese takeout. Randall had hooked up Carolina’s tv, and they watched a movie together, Randall and Gary on the edge seats with the armrests and the girls crammed in between.

Keeli had been impressed by Gary’s muscular build as he helped Randall with the heavier furniture and boxes. The guys had been shirtless while they moved, Randall’s college drinking days obvious by his lack of defined abs unlike Gary, who was a sprinter and long jumper in high school and was planning to try out for the track team in college. As he sat next to her, she was mesmerized by the not unpleasant mixture of deodorant, body spray, and sweat, emanating from his body. Next to her, Carolina snuggled up close to Randall, as he put his arm around her shoulder. Gary kept his hands to himself. Slowly, the exhaustion got the better of Keeli, and she dozed off to sleep.

The tv had begun autoplaying the next movie in the Netflix queue, some action-adventure movie. A bang of a gunshot on screen jolted Keeli awake. At some point, Randall and Carolina had vacated the couch, draping a light blanket over Keeli. As she slept she had snuggled up close to Gary, resting her head on his chest. He had draped his arm over her shoulder, his hand now hanging limply down her back. She could feel his heart beating against her cheek. He was asleep too, his deep, slow breathing matching her own. She fell back asleep, and woke in the morning when Gary needed to get up and use the bathroom.

Carolina and Keeli rummaged through some boxes and found pancake mix and a frying pan. Randall cooked breakfast for them and they ate before the guys left Carolina and Keeli on their own to finish unpacking and have a girls weekend. Keeli and Gary exchanged numbers, but never followed up with each other.

Keeli met her boyfriend, Corey, during freshman orientation a month later. They were just friends throughout most of the year, until Corey asked her to be his girlfriend just after spring break. She agreed, and they had a fairly healthy relationship that lasted nearly two years.

At Carolina and Randall’s engagement party, which Corey attended, Keeli ran into Gary for the first time in over two and a half years. Gary was just as attractive as Keeli remembered from moving day, perhaps even more so now that he, as Keeli found out that evening, didn’t make the track team but took up rock climbing and mountain biking instead, two sports that built more muscle than running did. Corey was amicable toward Gary, though Keeli felt a bit of tension. To make matters worse, she made a joke about her and Gary sleeping together the first time they met, which in hindsight was probably not the best idea. Corey laughed it off.

Gary and Keeli exchanged numbers for the second time in their lives, but this time, Gary sent her a friendly text later that week saying how it was nice to catch up. Keeli had responded, and they had started texting somewhat regularly over the next few weeks, maybe a few times a day, but never about anything noteworthy that would suggest cheating. Corey, unfortunately, read into it the wrong way, and broke up with Keeli in March. She stopped texting Gary after the breakup, blaming herself for being too flirtatious, but Carolina had helped her through it, reminding her that, “if a guy gets jealous because you’re texting another guy literally the most plain boring stuff, he’s going to get even more jealous once you, like, I don’t know, are assigned to a work project with another guy and have to put in overtime or something.”

Gary heard through the grapevine (Randall) about Keeli and Corey’s breakup. He at first was sad that Keeli had ghosted him, but after finding out was respectful and kept his distance. Two months later, he got a text from Keeli apologizing, and they reconnected, especially chatting about upcoming wedding plans. He was now able to be a bit more flirtatious now that Keeli was single and he didn’t feel like he was intruding on her relationship. He sent her a couple of videos of him rock climbing without his shirt on, his back and shoulder muscles rippling as he bouldered, and another from a GoPro helmet cam of him weaving in and out of trees on a downhill mountain bike trail.

Keeli responded by texting him a variety of pictures of herself at the beach with friends, including a slightly suggestive photo, a selfie while she lay on her stomach, tanning topless. Her smallish boobs were pressed together into a moderate amount of cleavage, and the angle captured a view over her shoulder of her tanned ass in a cheeky bikini. Another she sent was a slow motion video her friend took from the water, as she jumped off a dock into a lake. She flung her arms and legs out wildly in the air, and in slow motion, her boobs jiggled enticingly. There was about three seconds of footage before she hit the water with her legs spread wide, only a thin strip of fabric keeping her vulva out of view.

When Carolina and Randall announced that they were going to have a combined bachelor/bachelorette party weekend, Keeli was beyond excited, not just to celebrate her sister’s wedding, but also to spend a weekend with Gary. She texted him as soon as Carolina broke the news, and he immediately responded with how excited he was too. They had intended to meet up at some point over the summer, but they lived about an hour and a half away from each other, so it wasn’t just like, “hey let’s pop over to the Starbucks down the street.” This trip in August would make up for their inability to finalize plans for June or July.

Keeli hadn’t mentioned to Carolina, nor Gary to Randall, that they had been texting each other over the last few months. In fact, they did their best to act as though they had only talked to each other during the moving day and the engagement party. However, it was quite difficult to keep up that front, as they were naturally attracted to each other because of their age and life stage as not-yet-graduated college students.

The weekend started off well. Although they were the awkward youngsters in the group, they were both 21 and well acquainted with drinking, fitting right in with the partying vibe of the weekend. Gary got to watch Keeli strip off her bikini when the girls lost the cornhole tournament, and he joined with the other guys stripping off to go skinny dipping with the girls. Out in the water, he playfully splashed Keeli, but also spent quite a bit of time being chased down by his older brother, who was trying to tackle him. The tides turned and the other groomsmen ganged up on Randall to “stop beating up your little bro!” picking him up out of the water and throwing him head over heels into the oncoming waves as the girls laughed and cheered.

After things cooled off and the group returned to shore, Keeli spent some time tanning topless with her sister and her sister’s friends. Gary tried his best to avoid staring at her chest while they chatted, and his mirror lens sunglasses obscured where his eyes were looking. But, as with any guy around naked girls, it was hard for him not to look. They were a few feet away from the other girls, and were able to chat quietly without being overheard.

After an hour or more in the sun, Keeli and Gary thought they had the perfect opportunity to sneak off and go for a walk on the beach together. “We’ll be back in a little bit, just going for a walk down the beach,” she announced, putting on her bikini top and waving to the rest of the group as they set off. They began their trek northward along the beach. Once they were out of sight, Gary held Keeli’s hand as they walked near the water where the sand was wet and easier to walk on. “Do you think it’s weird if we’re together, but our siblings are married?” wondered Keeli, out loud.

“I mean, a little bit, but it’s not like incest or anything like that. Or like, it’s not like you’re flirting with Randall trying to get him to cheat on Carolina with you,” replied Gary.

“True. I mean, I guess there are those stories where one set of twins marries another. THAT would be way weirder, I think. Like when your brother in law looks the same as your husband AND you look like your sister, there’s gotta be times where they accidentally swapped.” Gary burst out laughing at the thought of that happening.

“I’m way hotter than my brother, you’d never confuse us, right?” he joked.

“Definitely.”

Gary pulled Keeli close in a side hug as they continued walking. Eventually, a large wooded dune loomed over them. “Let’s take a rest for a sec,” said Keeli, pausing by a trail leading into the woods. She sat down on a fallen tree, its bark torn off and wood sandblasted smooth by the wind on the beach. Gary sat beside her, putting his arm around her waist. Keeli leaned in, turned her head toward him, looked up into his eyes, and kissed him on the lips. Gary’s heart skipped a beat as her smooth soft lips danced across his slightly chapped ones.

“Wow,” he whispered, as she broke away. “I was tempted to kiss you that night when you fell asleep on my chest on the day we helped your sister move. This is way better though.”

Keeli smiled at him, and she kissed him again. They continued making out for a couple more minutes before Gary started letting his hands roam around her body. His fingers danced across her lower back. He ran his hands up underneath the straps of her bikini. Keeli felt his hands pull on the bowtie, and her top slackened. She pushed him away. “Naughty boy.” She smiled, teasingly.

Taking a quick look around during their pause, her bikini top hanging slackly in front of her boobs, Keeli noticed the rest of the wedding party heading towards them quite a ways down the beach. Gary followed her eye line and whispered, “Shit.” He thought that his chances to go any further with Keeli were ruined. In fact, they were not.

“Come on,” she said, hopping off the log and grabbing him by the hand. She disregarded the fact that her bikini top was just looped around her neck, the triangles no longer covering her medium-small boobs. The damp material and the slight breeze paired with the arousal of kissing Gary caused her nipples to stick out. She guided him down the trail into the woods, just out of sight of the beach. Their siblings and the rest of the wedding party would pass right by without even knowing they were there.

Keeli resumed kissing Gary, this time pushing him up against a tree. She was a few inches shorter than him, so his head tilted down while hers tilted up. Her bikini top hung limply and flapped uselessly between them. She pulled away, pulled it up over her head, and tossed it on the ground.

Gary’s hands now roamed her body, caressing her boobs and squeezing her butt. She could feel his erection growing in his swim trunks. She kissed his neck, leaving a light red mark from the suction. She continued downward, kissing his chest, then his stomach, then just above the waistband of his swimsuit. Her hands started at his knees, and went up the legs of his swimsuit, bunching it up and exposing his thighs. She continued higher, pushing aside the mesh liners so that she could grab his now nearly full mast erection. She stroked his penis underneath his shorts with one hand while her other cupped and massaged his balls.

“Let’s get this thing out of the way,” she said, removing her hands from the legs of his shorts. She tugged on the drawstring knot and it gave way. She pulled on the waistband, easing it over his hardon, which sprang out and nearly hit her in the face. She stopped when his shorts were around his knees and admired his penis. It was about the same length as her ex-boyfriend’s had been, but it was nearly twice as thick. Veins ran up and down the shaft in squiggly ridges.

She grabbed a hold of it, and started stroking once again. The tip of his penis was just an inch from her face when she leaned forward and kissed the head. Gary gasped. She planted three more kisses along the length of his penis, planting the last one on his scrotum. She stuck out her tongue and licked her way back up to the tip before popping it in her mouth. It felt a bit salty from his sweat, but she didn’t mind.

Keeli kept an inch or so of his penis in her mouth as she used her tongue to draw circles around it. Gary closed his eyes and leaned his head back on the tree as nerves exploded with pleasure. Keeli’s mouth went to work, bobbing her head up and down, taking as much of his penis into her mouth as she could without gagging. She was squatting while she blew him, but soon her legs were burning, so she moved to her knees. The bare soil was soft on her skin. As she plunged deeper, she must have hit a sweet spot, as Gary’s hips bucked, sending his penis to the back of her throat. She gagged and spluttered. “Sorry!” he said. She kept going, rubbing his shaft with one hand, twisting the loose skin left and right as her hand traveled up and down in time with her head.

Crack! A branch snapped a few yards behind her as someone approached. It was followed by the sound of pee splattering on a tree. “Holy shit!” exclaimed Brady, noticing him. Keeli spun around, Gary’s penis leaving her mouth with a soft pop. Her eyes widened at the sight of Brady, his penis out, pee finishing dribbling out of the tip. Brady’s jaw dropped as he caught sight of Gary’s rock hard erection and a topless Keeli kneeling in front of him. “Sorry guys, I’ll let you be,” he said, quickly pulling up his shorts and turning to jog off back down the path to the beach.

“Ugh!” exclaimed Keeli, turning to see Gary’s penis starting to droop. “We should probably go, don’t you think?” He nodded. Keeli found her bikini top and tied it back on. Gary pulled up his swim trunks and followed her out of the woods. They took the walk of shame as they emerged from the forest, bright red with both sunburn and embarrassment.

Gary got a chance to see Keeli naked, as well as get naked himself, just a half mile down the beach at the nudist resort. He was still horny from an incomplete blowjob, but managed to keep his erection under control as they walked further from their clothes and from their original spot on the beach. Surprisingly, none of the guys popped a serious boner even surrounded by naked girls. Perhaps they were all trying to keep from getting called out as the pervert in the group.

After their naked stroll down the beach, the group made a fire, ate hotdogs, and drank an excessive amount of alcohol. Gary was certainly feeling it, as was Keeli, though both of them kept to a strong buzz but not blackout drunkenness like a few of the others reached. The conversation eventually turned into a game of dare, and the girls once again were forced to get naked. Gary excitedly watched Keeli peel off her now dry bikini. She was absolutely beautiful, her skin glowing orange by the flickering campfire light.

A short while later, it was decided that the guys should get naked too, which turned into a group skinny dip. Out in the water, Gary and Keeli stuck together as he held her close. The small waves splashed up their bodies as they stood in thigh deep water. “I’m getting cold,” said Keeli. “Feels like you are too,” she continued, reaching down between Gary’s legs to feel his shrunken penis. The feeling of her hand on his penis made it twitch, and they waded back to shore. They dried off and sat by the fire, wrapping up together in a blanket. The rest of the group returned a few minutes later, their naked bodies dripping as they toweled off and warmed up by the fire. Chris gave Shawn a hard time for cuddling up naked next to him, and during their little scuffle, Gary and Keeli snuck away.

Under the moonlight they walked back to the house, staying wrapped up in the blanket they shared, leaving their clothes behind on the beach. They entered the sliding door and shut it behind them. It was dark in the house, as they had left in the morning when it was bright out. It was also eerily quiet, only small creaks coming from their footsteps and an occasional gust of wind blowing through cracks around the windows.

Keeli laid down on the couch, the moonlight illuminating the room just enough for them to see. Gary leaned over her, kissing her on the lips. She reached up and put her hands around his neck, pulling him on top. He positioned his legs between hers as she spread her knees apart. Although Keeli had much practice with giving handjobs and blowjobs to Corey, this was only her second time having sexual intercourse.

“Go slow,” she said. “It’s been a while. And you’re WAY bigger than my ex.” She giggled.
Carefully, Gary rubbed the end of his penis around her hole, making sure to spread her natural lubrication around. Slowly, he stretched out her vagina as inch-by-inch his penis disappeared inside her. She let out a small gasp as he finished pushing. He paused for a moment when he was completely inside, savoring the warmth and wetness of her hole. They kissed again, this time more passionately as he began to pump his penis in and out of her vagina.

He kept a slow and steady pace that matched their slow methodical kissing. Keeli’s breathing became more labored as she endured the stretching of her vaginal walls. Mild pain of having sex for the first time in a long time was followed quickly by pleasure, as Gary’s penis rubbed against her g-spot. The fingers of his right hand idly played with her vulva, occasionally slipping between her outer lips to find her clit. It was swollen and sensitive.

Keeli pushed up on Gary’s chest, beckoning him to adjust his angle and to play with her boobs. He kneaded them while continuing his thrusting, playing with her nipples. With her hands now free, she used her left to find her clit and began rubbing back and forth in time with Gary’s hips. As her orgasm grew, she picked up the pace, bouncing her hips to meet with his. He began pounding her faster and faster, putting more force into every thrust. Keeli teased her nipples with her other hand, as Gary was now lifting her lower back to help position her hips for the best motion. The wet squelches and heavy breathing echoed through the empty cabin.

“I’m… gonna… cum… holy shit… I’m… gonna… cum!” screamed Keeli, rubbing her clit frantically as Gary kicked it into high gear and thrusted even more quickly and forcefully. Keeli’s hips bucked up, slamming into Gary’s pelvis, driving his penis deeper than it had been the entire time. Keeli shrieked in pleasure and gasped in lungfuls of air as Gary thrust inside her a few more times. Not knowing her birth control status, Gary pulled out, sitting up on his knees, his penis pointed down the length of Keeli’s torso.

“Come here,” she said. Gary got off the couch, and stood beside her. She rolled onto her side, waves of pleasure still pulsing up from her crotch, as she took Gary’s penis in her mouth once again. She pumped his shaft with her hand and she bobbed her head, the underside of the tip of his penis dragging against her tongue.

“Mmm,” grunted Gary. “I’m gonna cum.”

Keeli popped his penis out of her mouth momentarily. “I like to swallow,” she said, sitting up in between Gary’s legs. Gary could see a cheeky grin on her face in the dim moonlight that shone through the window. That statement almost put him over the edge before she could wrap her lips around his penis again. It only took two more sucks and one flick of the tongue for Gary to burst inside her mouth, his semen spraying the back of her throat. Keeli managed to keep most of it inside as pulse after pulse filled her mouth, a little bit dribbling out of the corner of her lips. Her mouth full of cum was even slipperier than her saliva as she gave the tip of his penis one final circling with her tongue before popping it out of her mouth. She swallowed the warm, thick, salty goo traveling down her throat. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand and laid back down on the couch. Gary laid beside her, spooning her, his waning erection setting between her cheeks. He listened to her breathing as it slowed and eventually she fell asleep.

Gary must have dozed off, but was awoken a little while later by Shawn, Chris, Suzanna, and Alexis returning to the house. They were drunk, loud, and flicked the lights on when they got inside, but quickly flicked them off again when Suzanna loudly stated, slurring her words, “Aww how cute, Gary and Keeli are sleeping together on the couch!” Gary and Keeli had worked up quite the sweat earlier, and had fallen asleep hot, but now that the sweat had dried they were a bit chilly. Gary pulled the blanket up over top of them, and they fell back asleep, until the morning when Randall came in to tell them about his missing fiancee.

That day, Keeli and Gary spent the morning and part of the early afternoon looking for Carolina. After tromping around the dunes, they converged on the beach with some of the others, and split up soon after to cover more ground. Although they were worried and wanted to find her sister, they were also glad to have some time to spend together. They took a dip in the lake a few times to cool off, splashing each other. At one point they were within a hundred yards of Carolina, but unfortunately they missed sight of her and passed by as she wandered up another path.

Eventually, Gary and Keeli made it so far down the beach that they were back to the nudist resort. A group of nudists were out playing volleyball, and as tempting as it was to strip down and join them, they had a job at hand. “Excuse me,” Gary asked, approaching a lady who was sitting in a lawn chair watching the game. “Did you by chance see a girl come wandering through here? Looks a bit like her, only a few years older?” He gestured at Keeli, who smiled.

“No, not that I know of. Hey guys!” she called out to the volleyball players. “Anyone see her sister around here this morning?” They paused their game to look at Keeli. She felt a little awkward having four penises and eight boobs pointed directly at her.

“Nope,” they all said, shaking their heads no. A man to their left popped up out of his chair.

“Hang on a sec, did you mean Carolina? The girl, about yay tall, with just white bikini bottoms on, with a hole in the crotch?” he asked. Gary and Keeli didn’t know about Carolina’s bikini, he called her by name and held his hand out at a height that seemed about right. They both nodded. “Yeah, I just gave her a ride back to your house. Maybe fifteen minutes ago or so.”

“Is she alright?” asked Keeli.

“Seemed fine to me,” said Paul. “Maybe a little roughed up, she said fell down a dune last night, and fell asleep in the sand before she could find her way back home. Not to mention all she had on was them white holey bikini bottoms. I’m used to seeing naked folks around here, but she stood out like a sore thumb, looking uncomfortable being naked on a nudist resort,” he chuckled.

“Oh thank God!” said Keeli. “Well, I guess we better head back then.”


“Why don’t you stay a while? Play a round with us,” suggested one of the volleyball players. “You can keep your clothes on if you’d like. We’re currently playing four on four, but could easily make it five on five, girls versus guys.”

Keeli first looked at Paul. “You sure my sister’s fine?” He nodded, yes. She turned to Gary. “What do you think?” Gary shrugged.

“I mean, if she’s back safe and sound, no sense rushing back.”

“Come on then, let’s play!”

Keeli joined the girls team, and Gary joined the guys. They were remarkably good, and even though Keeli and Gary were both fairly athletic, they found themselves panting for breath after just a few grueling volleys. On the next point, Keeli tried to jump up and block the ball, but instead it went sailing past her and she landed on her butt in the sand. The impact knocked her bikini top down, exposing her nipples. Had she been on a normal beach she would have been incredibly embarrassed, but instead, she realized how silly it was to worry about such things when the rest of her team was fully naked. She pulled her bikini top up and over her head, tossing it out of bounds.

Gary gave her a cheeky grin as he served the next ball right at Keeli. He watched as she crouched down low to get underneath the ball, her boobs squished together as she bumped it to her teammate. Keeli once again tried to block the next hit, and although she was successful in blocking the ball, she did end up with a weird wedgie from the way she jumped. Again, she normally would have felt a little self conscious picking the wedgie on a normal beach, but here, she went one step further not just pulling her bikini bottoms out of her crack, but taking them off completely.

It was one of the most freeing feelings, playing volleyball nude. Even though her boobs swung wildly, the unrestricted movement was unlike any other time she’d played beach volleyball. She wasn’t worried about what others thought about her body, as they were all naked too. Gary, feeling self conscious being the only one clothed on the court, ditched his swimsuit after the next point. He had the beginning signs of arousal, stripping off in front of strangers and seeing his (“not sure what to call her yet… girlfriend?” he thought) friend naked. However, that feeling wore off quickly as the physical exertion and mental coordination of playing volleyball took over.

The guys ended up losing the best-of-three series 1-2, losing the first game 19-25, winning the second 25-21, and losing the third 20-25. Keeli rubbed it in his face as they shook hands with the opposing team. “You’re welcome to stay a while, if you’d like,” one of Keeli’s teammates said. “I can claim you on my guest pass if Paul tries to make you pay,” she continued, giving Paul a look. Paul gave a thumbs up.

“Thanks,” Keeli replied, “but I think we should be heading back, don’t you think?” Gary agreed. They offered Keeli and Gary bottled water, and waved goodbye as they took off back down the beach, this time holding their swimsuits in their hands. It was about noon, but they took their time, in no rush now that Carolina was back.

Keeli and Gary stopped part way back, taking a break on the piece of driftwood they had begun making out on the day before. “Keeli, you know, we’ve kind of been in a crazy whirlwind of a weekend,” began Gary. “And I guess, well,” he paused for a second, not sure why it was so hard all of a sudden to get his words out. “I guess I was thinking, maybe you’d like to try this out, more officially?”

“Umm, are you asking me to be your girlfriend?” asked Keeli. Gary nodded.

“Of course I will,” said Keeli, wrapping her arms around Gary’s neck and kissing him on the lips. What followed was arguably the worst sexual experience for either of them. Although in theory having sex on the beach is a good idea, normally it includes a blanket or towels to lay on. They tried to make it work leaning against the log, but Keeli at gotten sand in her pubic hair making it like sandpaper when Gary tried to enter her. They went out in the water to try to wash it off, but the wind had picked up and the waves were even bigger, making it impossible to stay upright to have sex in the water. Not to mention that the water continuously washed away Keeli’s natural lubrication.

Instead, they went back to shore, and Keeli gave Gary a blow job while he sat on the fallen log. This time, she finished him off by jerking him with her hand, letting his cum splash on the sand, leaving little droplets of wet sand. Gary returned the favor, going down on her now sand-free clit with his tongue. Her juices mingled with the lake water that dripped down her body. It didn’t take long for her to reach a pulsing orgasm that nearly left her toppling over backward off of the log, had Gary not grabbed a hold of her hips to steady her balance.

They made it back to the house a half hour later, slipping their swimsuits back on once they were getting close to the house. Keeli and Gary were glad to see that Carolina was fine. Keeli gave her sister a hug before heading off to take a shower. Everyone else was so busy getting ready and eating lunch, that they didn’t pay attention to the fact that Keeli and Gary showered together.

That night, Kelsey left the girls’ bunk room to go sleep in Brady’s bed. Soon after she left, Gary came into the girls’ bunk room to join Keeli. Since Suzanna and Alexis were still in the room, all they did was cuddle, although she did spend some time fondling Gary’s penis, teasing him by getting it hard and then letting go and snuggling up close, before falling asleep.

Keeli and Gary saw each other as often as they could over the next few months. They met up for date nights about once a week, but since they lived an hour and a half away from each other, most of the time they just texted or FaceTimed. Carolina and Randall’s wedding was beautiful, and since Keeli was sharing the hotel room with her sister, Jane, she wasn’t able to spend the night with Gary. They had a chance to sneak away during the reception for some alone time, but they were interrupted by one of Randall’s drunk college friends who thought their bench that was partially hidden behind some bushes would make a good place to make out plus one, just like they had.

There’s not a ton noteworthy about the rest of Gary and Keeli’s story, but suffice it to say their original conversation about siblings getting married became their reality a couple years later.

The End.

[protonboy2024]

This is great. I'll be honest I was hoping for some mistaken identity in the dark and some loads being shot in the wrong women but it was still really hot.