Lexine’s Bikini
Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2021 12:49 am
Lexine stuffed her clothes into her black rucksack and slide her feet into the white flip-flops she’d brought with her. It was mid-September on the US west coast, which was the perfect time of year for her and her friends. The weather was still warm, but not uncomfortably so like it had been in the summer months. And because it wasn’t summer anymore, pretty much all the tourists that came for the hot weather had all flown off back home again, allowing the locals to come back to the beaches again without having to worry about bustling crowds.
As such, it was the perfect time for Lexine and her two friends, Fiona and Millie, to take a weekend away from college and soak up some sun. To that end, they’d driven to a mermaid pool that was raised a few hundred feet up out of the Pacific Ocean, surrounded almost entirely by tall, jagged rock formations that obscured it from holiday-goers and kept it sacred to the three girls, with its beautiful view and pristine and clear water.
Truth be told, it was the first time that Lexine had visited the secluded spot in some time. As a teenager, she used to while away summer after summer with her two best friends, talking about their crushes, their schoolwork and in general being blissfully unaware of the world around them, naive and bright-eyed as they were.
But here stood Lexine again now, reclaiming some part of that time when the rocks and small, twisting trees that grew upon them were the only place that matter. Here she stood, five foot nothing, in a dark blue two piece, the top adorned with frilly material meant to obscure the fact that Lexine had absolutely no tits to speak of. That’s right, puberty had not been generous in its blessings towards Lexine, and right now she found herself cursing her Asian genes.
She didn’t exactly look like a child, per sé, but she’d certainly been ID’d far more frequently than her friends, all of them now 21 years of age. Her feminine facial features were juxtaposed by a short, slender frame that made placing her age confusing for many strangers. Lexine was able to at least carry herself like the grown woman she was, and she took solace in the idea that she’d age a lot better than her two white friends, but nevertheless she often found herself squirming when dressed down, irrationally anticipating the mocking jeers of anybody who may see her.
But here she could put that all out of her mind...for the most part. Looking to her friends, already splashing around in the pool, Lexine couldn’t help but be keenly aware of the disparity between them. Something of a rural belle, Fiona was a polite and easygoing redhead with freckles plastered across her cheeks and shoulders. Of course, such a modest girl couldn’t have a ended up with anything *but* a figure that most women would kill for. Hers was an envy inducing hourglass, legs that started slender at the calves before transitioning into full thighs and wide hips. From there, her silhouette shrunk at the waist, an effect that was emphasised by show-stopping 32E cup breasts.
As for Millie, she hadn’t been blessed with curves in all the right places like Fiona had, but she did have height over her friends and she certainly worked for a stunning body. At 5’10, as tall as most of the guys that they knew, the slim blonde had put a lot of time and effort into chiselling her body in the places she needed to in order to emphasise her feminine figure. Naturally, the area of interest on this lady was her posterior, firm and perky as a result of five years of disciplined squats. This was of course complimented by toned, shapely legs, shredded abs and biceps that bulged enough to turn on all the right guys while intimidating all the wrong ones - the ones cowardly enough to argue that girls don’t look good with muscles.
Yup, Lexine sure did have to be best friends with the two people who were tailor made to make her seem downright plain. Still, it was hard to be upset with the girls that had helped her settle in when she was a shy and even shorter 12 year old whose family had just migrated to America from Hong Kong. Sure, their bodies put hers to shame, but they were also the two people most dedicated to getting Lexine to love her body, not to mention trying to set her up on dates with the best boys they could find.
And now they were calling for her to join them in their clean, cool waters of their personal paradise. “Lexine, that swimsuit looks gorgeous!” Fiona called up to her, in her soft, sing-song voice.
“Yeah, why don’t you give us a dive and let us see it in action?” Millie added, splashing up at the rocks in a playful attempt to heckle her friend.
Lexine peered down into the pool. Through the crystal clear water, she could make out the bottom. From a bird’s eye view, one could tell it was plenty safe to dive into, stretching downwards and outwards for several meters, with more pool being hidden under the ground. The nostalgia was getting Lexine excited. She can’t remember the last time she’d dived into this pool. Her swimsuit had been newly bought for the occasion. Of course, she had picked out the most sensible and mature piece she could find. Nothing showy that would’ve betrayed her flat figure while making her seem like she was trying too hard, but also not something that one could mistake for having been picked up in the kids’ section.
No, this was very much an adult’s bathing suit, Lexine thought to herself as she took a few steps back before running forward and throwing herself off of a rocky outcrop, manipulating her body seamlessly into perfect diving form, her toes pointed upwards as her straight, jet black hair flowed behind her. She hit the water with what sounded to her ears like a mighty crash for someone so small.
Soon enough, Lexine surfaced with a single, sonorous gasp for air. The water felt just as good as she remembered, coolly caressing her body. However, Lexine felt like something was off. Her unease was only strengthened upon hearing the tittering of Fiona and Millie. “Wh-what? Did I hit the water funny?” She demanded of her friends, sternly pouting to make her frustration clear. The two other girls looked at Lexine, then to each other, then back to Lexine again.
“Well,” Fiona began, her face somewhere between guilt and amusement, “shortly after you splashed down, something else floated up!” Lexine’s eyes widened. She began treading water harder as she felt her rear, and then her crotch, confirming her worst fears. Something was definitely off alright, in every sense of the word. Millie held a pair of dark blue bikini bottoms up in front of her, stretching them out width ways, her index fingers hooked into each side of the garment at the leg holes. “Don’t suppose you know who these belong to, do you, Lexine?”
As such, it was the perfect time for Lexine and her two friends, Fiona and Millie, to take a weekend away from college and soak up some sun. To that end, they’d driven to a mermaid pool that was raised a few hundred feet up out of the Pacific Ocean, surrounded almost entirely by tall, jagged rock formations that obscured it from holiday-goers and kept it sacred to the three girls, with its beautiful view and pristine and clear water.
Truth be told, it was the first time that Lexine had visited the secluded spot in some time. As a teenager, she used to while away summer after summer with her two best friends, talking about their crushes, their schoolwork and in general being blissfully unaware of the world around them, naive and bright-eyed as they were.
But here stood Lexine again now, reclaiming some part of that time when the rocks and small, twisting trees that grew upon them were the only place that matter. Here she stood, five foot nothing, in a dark blue two piece, the top adorned with frilly material meant to obscure the fact that Lexine had absolutely no tits to speak of. That’s right, puberty had not been generous in its blessings towards Lexine, and right now she found herself cursing her Asian genes.
She didn’t exactly look like a child, per sé, but she’d certainly been ID’d far more frequently than her friends, all of them now 21 years of age. Her feminine facial features were juxtaposed by a short, slender frame that made placing her age confusing for many strangers. Lexine was able to at least carry herself like the grown woman she was, and she took solace in the idea that she’d age a lot better than her two white friends, but nevertheless she often found herself squirming when dressed down, irrationally anticipating the mocking jeers of anybody who may see her.
But here she could put that all out of her mind...for the most part. Looking to her friends, already splashing around in the pool, Lexine couldn’t help but be keenly aware of the disparity between them. Something of a rural belle, Fiona was a polite and easygoing redhead with freckles plastered across her cheeks and shoulders. Of course, such a modest girl couldn’t have a ended up with anything *but* a figure that most women would kill for. Hers was an envy inducing hourglass, legs that started slender at the calves before transitioning into full thighs and wide hips. From there, her silhouette shrunk at the waist, an effect that was emphasised by show-stopping 32E cup breasts.
As for Millie, she hadn’t been blessed with curves in all the right places like Fiona had, but she did have height over her friends and she certainly worked for a stunning body. At 5’10, as tall as most of the guys that they knew, the slim blonde had put a lot of time and effort into chiselling her body in the places she needed to in order to emphasise her feminine figure. Naturally, the area of interest on this lady was her posterior, firm and perky as a result of five years of disciplined squats. This was of course complimented by toned, shapely legs, shredded abs and biceps that bulged enough to turn on all the right guys while intimidating all the wrong ones - the ones cowardly enough to argue that girls don’t look good with muscles.
Yup, Lexine sure did have to be best friends with the two people who were tailor made to make her seem downright plain. Still, it was hard to be upset with the girls that had helped her settle in when she was a shy and even shorter 12 year old whose family had just migrated to America from Hong Kong. Sure, their bodies put hers to shame, but they were also the two people most dedicated to getting Lexine to love her body, not to mention trying to set her up on dates with the best boys they could find.
And now they were calling for her to join them in their clean, cool waters of their personal paradise. “Lexine, that swimsuit looks gorgeous!” Fiona called up to her, in her soft, sing-song voice.
“Yeah, why don’t you give us a dive and let us see it in action?” Millie added, splashing up at the rocks in a playful attempt to heckle her friend.
Lexine peered down into the pool. Through the crystal clear water, she could make out the bottom. From a bird’s eye view, one could tell it was plenty safe to dive into, stretching downwards and outwards for several meters, with more pool being hidden under the ground. The nostalgia was getting Lexine excited. She can’t remember the last time she’d dived into this pool. Her swimsuit had been newly bought for the occasion. Of course, she had picked out the most sensible and mature piece she could find. Nothing showy that would’ve betrayed her flat figure while making her seem like she was trying too hard, but also not something that one could mistake for having been picked up in the kids’ section.
No, this was very much an adult’s bathing suit, Lexine thought to herself as she took a few steps back before running forward and throwing herself off of a rocky outcrop, manipulating her body seamlessly into perfect diving form, her toes pointed upwards as her straight, jet black hair flowed behind her. She hit the water with what sounded to her ears like a mighty crash for someone so small.
Soon enough, Lexine surfaced with a single, sonorous gasp for air. The water felt just as good as she remembered, coolly caressing her body. However, Lexine felt like something was off. Her unease was only strengthened upon hearing the tittering of Fiona and Millie. “Wh-what? Did I hit the water funny?” She demanded of her friends, sternly pouting to make her frustration clear. The two other girls looked at Lexine, then to each other, then back to Lexine again.
“Well,” Fiona began, her face somewhere between guilt and amusement, “shortly after you splashed down, something else floated up!” Lexine’s eyes widened. She began treading water harder as she felt her rear, and then her crotch, confirming her worst fears. Something was definitely off alright, in every sense of the word. Millie held a pair of dark blue bikini bottoms up in front of her, stretching them out width ways, her index fingers hooked into each side of the garment at the leg holes. “Don’t suppose you know who these belong to, do you, Lexine?”
