Chapter 14: Sunbathing and more

Amy rang the bell and Becky went to the door and greeted her there with a hug.

“A little different circumstance than the last time I came over and you were naked when you opened the door!” Amy said.

Becky laughed. “I thought about it, believe me! We’ll have to settle for our bikinis for now.”

Amy had come over to do some sunbathing with Becky to get rid of some of what they called “these ridiculous tennis outfit” tan lines. (Boy shorts covering more than a bikini bottom left a lot of untanned skin. A tank style tennis top allowed for tanned shoulders but left an untanned torso.) They headed to the backyard through the basement. Becky had set up some lounge chairs with a table between them with a cooler of ice tea and bottled water.

As they settled in, Amy said with a wink in her voice, “So are we here alone? What about naked sunbathing?”

Becky laughed. “Wow, it didn’t take you long to get there, did you. But no, while my parents are out until dinner time, my brother could come home at any time.”

Amy continued, “I’m tingly thinking about him coming home and catching us from his window upstairs. His bedroom window overlooks the backyard, right?”

“Jeebus!” Becky exclaimed. “Get your hormones under control. And yes, his and my bedroom windows face the backyard.”

“Will you know if he is home and ogling us?”

“Do you want him to?”

Amy grinned sheepishly. “Kinda.”

“You’re impossible!”

They had a strategy for making their tans look more standard; only untanned where a bikini would cover. They put SPF 10 on the parts that they wanted to get more color and SPF 50 on the parts that were already tan. Amy warned Becky about making sure to apply sunscreen under the edge of her bathing suit so that if it slid down, untreated skin wouldn’t be exposed to the sun.

They started on their backs facing up. Becky noticed Amy taking her straps off her shoulders and folding them over the front of her suit.

Becky pointed at the arrangement of Amy’s top. “What’s that about?”

“I don’t want strap marks if I wind up wearing something sleeveless.”

“Oh” Becky responded. “That makes sense.” And proceeded to do the same with hers.

They closed her eyes and settled in. Becky was the first to break the silence.

“Since you seem to be in a naughty mood today, I’m going to ask you a naughty question.”

“I’m game.” Amy answered without opening her eyes.

“Have you had someone spank you since the trip?”

Amy turned her head and squinted at Becky. “Diving right in, aren’t you?”

“You started it with your ‘naked sunbathing’ comment.”

“True enough. Sadly, no. I’ve watched some more videos that were more aligned with my first time, as it were. People being spanked with an audience.”

“Interesting. Had that ever been a part of your spanking fantasy?” Becky asked.

“No.” Amy answered. “But it was so erotic and arousing with all of you watching I couldn’t help but continue to fantasize that way. Now it’s my turn to ask a question. Have you seen Mr. Sext in person or exchanged naughty pictures with him since the bus ride?”

Becky had to think of how to answer. She wanted it to be close enough to the truth so she could keep her story straight and still keep her sexting partner secret. “We exchanged full length nudes—front and back—later that night but nothing since then.”

“Do I know him? If not, will I get to meet him?”

“I’m not even going to hint at an answer to that!”

Amy picked up her water bottle and splashed it on Becky. “Poopy-head!”

Becky jumped up when the cold water hit and her bikini top went flying. “You’re killing me, Smalls!” Becky said as she covered her naked breasts with her arms and picked up her top and arranged herself back in tanning position.

Amy laughed. “Thanks for the flash.”

“Well, you caused it!”

Amy grinned, “I guess tit for tat is in order” and she flashed her boobs at Becky for a second and replaced her top.

Becky was thinking that this could be a very interesting afternoon.

After a while they decided to lay on their stomachs. They reset their straps on their bikini tops so they could sit up and reapplied sunscreen where they could reach. When she had finished doing her legs and arms, Becky asked Amy to put the SPF 10 on her back. Amy got up and waked over to Becky’s chair.

“Don’t get too relaxed, I’m going to have you do my back when I’m done with you.” Amy said as she started rubbing her hands on Becky’s back.

“It’s a deal.” Becky said. She couldn’t help but close her eyes as what Amy was doing was like getting a light massage. Suddenly, Becky’s eyes flew open.

“Um, I don’t think the skin under my bottoms is in danger of a sunburn.”

“No,” Amy replied, “but remember about being careful around the edge of our suits? I’m just being thorough.

“Oh, OK.” Becky said.

“OK?” Amy replied, with a devilish grin that Becky couldn’t see. “I’ll take that as permission.” And with that she put her whole hand down the back of Becky’s suit and rubbed her butt-cheek!

Becky tensed and then relaxed. “I suppose I left myself open for that. You are in quite the mood today.”

Amy rubbed Becky’s other butt-cheek and then finished up and headed back to her chair and lay face down on it. She reached around and untied the strap on her top and let it fall to her sides. “I figure I don’t have to get up after you finish with my back so I’m ready to go.”

“True dat.” As Becky squeezed a bunch of lotion on Amy’s back and started rubbing it in. She did the same thing Amy did to her and put her hand inside the back of Amy’s bikini bottoms. She gave each cheek a good rubbing. When there wasn’t much of a reaction, Becky took advantage of Amy’s arms being over her head and her bikini top loose underneath her. She started rubbing lotion on Amy’s sides getting closer and closer to the sides of her boobs. After a moment or two, Amy realized what Becky was doing. Amy raised her chest up a little bit making more of her side-boobs accessible. Now Becky noticed what Amy was doing. She rubbed some lotion on Amy’s side and then dragged the backs of her nails along Amy’s side-boobs. Becky could see goosebumps rising on Amy’s skin. Amy raised up enough that her nipples were off the ground. Then, with evil and torturous intent, Becky announced “All done!” And headed back to her chair.

Amy dropped all of her weight back on the ground and looked over at Becky. “You did that on purpose.”

Becky laughed. “So did you.”

“Fair point.” Amy answered.

Both had their phones under their lounge chairs and surfed around looking through the slats on the chair. Becky decided to text her brother.

Becky: What’s your schedule, bro?

It took a few moments for Tommy to respond. Becky laughed as she still had his contact information as “Mystery Man.”

Tommy: Headed back home soon. What’s up?

Becky: Amy and I are sunbathing in the back yard.

Tommy: That’s a sentence that could make a dead man get hard!

Becky: LOL. Thanks! I’m texting because Amy is in an incredibly horny mood.

Tommy: Oh?

Becky: Yeah. When she asked if you would be home and possibly ogling us out of your bedroom window, I asked her if she wanted you to and she said “kinda”

Tommy: oh, my

Becky: IKR? When you get home, don’t come out into the back yard. Do whatever else you were going to do and then head to your room. When you get there, text me.

Tommy: What are you thinking?

Becky: I have no idea but if you follow my lead, it could be real interesting for all three of us.

Tommy: I like the sound of that.

Becky: How soon until you get here?

Tommy: Dunno. Maybe 20 minutes?

Becky: OK. I’ll try to set the stage here.

Tommy: Rowr

Becky laughed and Amy asked what she was watching.

“Nothing special. But I did get a text and Tommy is on his way home. You still want him drooling over us from his bedroom window?”

Amy scrunched up her face. “How do we do that without being too obvious?”

“Does it matter?”

“Hmph” Amy thought. “Maybe not. But shouldn’t we at least pretend to give us some cover?”

“Cover?”

“You know, what is it they call it? Ah, plausible deniability!”

Becky snorted. “You sound like a politician!”

“It works for them!”

“True. OK, let me think about it for a minute.”

Becky was desperate to come up with a strategy that she could convince herself would allow Amy to do what she obviously wanted to do without Becky feeling like she manipulated her teammate and friend. She decided that she would tell Tommy if she said “that’s enough” he was to stop and she could get Amy out of whatever the three of them got into.

Becky looked over at Amy and couldn’t tell if she was awake.

“Amy?”

Amy turned and looked at Becky. “I’m here. What have you come up with as your naughty plan.”

“Ha! Speaking of plausible deniability, this plan is for you to achieve whatever your horny little heart desires this afternoon. Don’t get me wrong, I am happy to be along for the ride.”

Amy turned towards Becky up on one elbow. She made no attempt to cover up her now exposed breasts. Becky figured what the heck and turned towards Amy exposing her “girls” to the sunshine as well.

“Welcome aboard the naughty train.” Amy giggled.

Becky blushed and smiled. “OK, here’s what I’m thinking. We let him know we are out here and he is welcome to ogle and drool all he wants but no pictures. He has to text me when he is at the window and to keep us from becoming too self-conscious, he has to at least pretend to be staring at our fabulous bodies from behind the curtain as if trying to keep us from catching him.”

“I like this so far.”

Becky continued, “Then I’ll follow your lead: whatever you do, I’ll do.”

“Ooooooh.” Amy said, with a rising and dropping pitch to her voice.

“Ha! What I will not do and ask you not to do is rub myself to orgasm out here.” (To keep all avenues open, Becky was proud of adding “out here” so that other circumstances could be allowed.)

Amy pouted. “Poopy-head.”

“He might be home any minute. Let’s get the ‘girls’ covered and I’ll text him the ground rules.”

Amy rolled back on her stomach as Becky did the same.

Becky started texting Tommy with the ground rules. Then she added:

Becky: What’s your ETA?

Tommy: I just turned on to the block.

Becky: I’ll let Amy know when you text from your room. If we look up towards your window, pretend you can’t see that we are looking.

Tommy: Whatever you want!

Becky: Oh, and I’m not telling her this, don’t jerk off looking at us. If this goes the way I think it is going to, you are going to want to wait. If it doesn’t, I’ll make it worth your while.

Tommy: At the risk of ruining this whole deal, how would you make it worth my while?

Becky: Ha! I don’t know. Maybe strip naked and pose any way you want and watch you pleasure yourself?

Tommy: Moan. That’s almost enough to make me hope your plans don’t work out! Don’t worry, I’m at your command.

Becky turned her head to Amy and said, “I told him if we look up towards his window he should pretend he can’t see that we might be able to see him.”

Amy smiled. “I really like this game.”

After another few minutes Tommy texted Becky: “I’m at my window.”

Tommy looked down at Amy and Becky and could hardly believe what he was seeing. Bare backs because their tops were undone, and long muscular legs stretching out from their bikini bottoms. He was kind of frustrated he had agreed not to play with himself but he trusted Becky.