The Triangle

It was the first sailing trip the four teens were taking without parents. Technically, it was supposed to just be the two boys; the girls snuck aboard without parental knowledge or consent. They left from Sue Wood Bay, remote enough that no one took special notice.

Leaving early Saturday morning, the official plan was to sail north along Bermuda’s southeast coast and anchor early evening in Castle Harbour. Unofficially, the boys planned to take the girls further up the coast to St. David’s Lighthouse for “romantic” pursuits.

Tommy Able was 17 and his best friend, Pete Lorth, was a year younger. Both sported tanned bodies well-honed from hours of soccer. The girls, both 16 and not virgins, thought the boys were cute and had talked during the week how far they’d go. Lizzie, the redhead, said second base for sure, maybe third. Anne, the blonde, wasn’t quite as brave but agreed to second base. However, both girls had found vodka aboard and had three shots each.

Once out of the Bay, the girls emerged in bikinis and took residence on the deck. They’d been dating the boys for a couple of months, so, after a short while, emboldened by the alcohol, they lay with their backs exposed and untied their tops.

“We need to set auto-pilot and get us some,” suggested Pete. Tommy just nodded, punching some coordinates into his Dad’s expensive boat. Smiling at his friend, and noticing that Pete was sporting a boner too, they both moved up on deck next to the girls. Lizzie had noticed the boners too, and quietly told Anne, who blushed.

There was the usual play among teens: the application of lotion, hands touching skin, whispered thoughts, and then finally some kissing. With both couples turned toward each other, breasts on display, hands tentatively moving toward them, raindrops began to fall.

“Quick, let’s get into the cabin,” said Tommy and they all scampered below decks, the skies starting to turn darker, the wind picking up pace.

There were two single beds in the cabin, Tommy and Lizzie on one, Pete and Anne on the other. Both boys were anxious and they could smell the alcohol on the girls. Making out, their hands went from touching nipples to dipping into bikini bottoms, and both girls protested mildly, but, only mildly. Soon the boys each took a girl’s hand and slipped it inside their shorts, hoping to get some relief for their stiff cocks.

Lizzie whispered in Tommy’s ear, who then slipped down the bed and removed her bottoms, revealing a nice triangle of red hair. He’d heard about pussy eating but never got lucky enough to indulge. Licking his lips, and hearing Lizzie giggle, he dove in. Anne and Pete were looking wide-eyed at the couple, but when Anne soon heard the moans coming from Lizzie, she looked at Pete and nodded shyly. He too moved down, removed her bottom, and gazed awestruck at her shaved pussy, then moved in for a taste.