Chapter 2: June 4, Snorkeling in the Keys

It was my first full day in Florida. Since arriving last night I’d met Brenda’s fiancé and future in-laws as well as her own parents and brother. I was the first to wake up this morning and when I looked at the bed and saw Brenda’s nude body sprawled out, my pussy tingled as I recalled our night together, the first time in ages for us. There’s just something about being with her that has always turned me on. It was too bad that her brother wouldn’t fuck me after he did her, but I could understand his reasoning. Who knows, maybe by the end of the week I might get him to loosen up a bit!

As I showered my hands rubbed over my boobs and I recalled how good it felt when she had kissed them last night. My pussy tingled as memories of her talented tongue on it flooded back. As my fingers rubbed my clit, I gasped as it responded quickly. God was I horny! Hmmmmmm, maybe I needed to give her a wakeup call? Actually, I was about to do just that when the shower curtain pulled back and there she was, standing there grinning at me. I had been concentrating so hard on playing with myself that I hadn’t heard her come in the bathroom with the noise of the shower.

“Well, some things never change, do they, “she giggled, “You always did wake up horny as hell.”

She was right. Although I guess you could say I was horny to some degree at just about any time of day, mornings were when my body seemed to naturally crave sex the most. It was a rare day that I got dressed without having first either masturbated or had sex - or both if I was lucky. When we were roomies Brenda use to tease me all the time about how horny I was when I woke up. Not she minded!

I just grinned at her without stopping what I was doing. My heart raced as she stepped into the shower stall behind me, taking the bar of soap and using it to lather me up all over. She seemed more interested in making sure my boobs were clean, rubbing the bar around them and then teasing my nipples with it. I loved the way the slippery surface felt against my hard nipples!

“Damn I love your boobs,” she whispered behind me, “You know I’ve always liked them but now ... Damn girl they are GREAT!”

It made me feel good to hear her say that. How many years did I spend as a teenager feeling embarrassed over my small boobs. I was barely out of a training bra by the time my best friend Beth was in a C cup. It seemed I was always behind the other girls but fortunately, the boys didn’t seem to mind. Sure, the tended to look first at my friend’s chest but I put out more easily than most of them and in the end, that trumped their bigger boobs so I was never at a loss for a guy to take me out so long as I lived up to my reputation.

I could feel Brenda’s large breasts against my back as she wrapped her arms around me and pressed her nude, wet body up against mine. Her hands worked their way downward until she was ‘cleaning” my crotch, using the bar of soap on my clit now. OMG, I started to cum almost immediately. Between my own touches before she came in and now with her body against me and playing with my clit, I came easily. My knees felt weak and my legs trembled as I fought to even stand up.

“Oh god, Brenda ... that feels SO good,” I finally was able to gasp as my orgasm faded slowly away. She always did know how to get me off quick, almost as well as my mom.

Brenda let the shower rinse me off and then she patted me on the ass and stepped out of the shower. She looked back at me and grinned saying, “Just like old times, eh?”

Indeed it was. Damn ... how many times had she gotten me off in the mornings when we were roomies? It must have been dozens at least, maybe even over a hundred. Funny, but I rarely did her in the morning, it was almost always her getting me off. I had tried, of course, to reciprocate but Brenda was more a “night” person in contrast to my being a “morning” person. She was more the type to wake me up in the middle of the night shaking the bed as she played with herself. It was no coincidence, I was sure, that her brother had chosen the middle of the night to fuck her.

Feeling a little better (I could have let her do me a few more times and still not been satisfied), I finished up in the bathroom and went back to the bedroom to get dressed. I chose a pair of my shortest cutoffs and a tank top that was a size or so too small and fit me like a glove. Without a bra, my nipples showed through it like I was wearing nothing. I wasn’t wearing anything under the shorts, letting my ass poke out through the bottoms if I bent over even the slightest amount. My dad called this my “fuck me” outfit, as I usually wore it when that was what I wanted someone to do to me. I was hoping it wouldn’t be too much for the circumstances but when Brenda retuned from the bathroom she looked at me and gave me an approving smile.

“Nice outfit,” she said softly, “Yeah, you’ll fit right in around here.”

She just put on her bikini bottoms and a t-shirt that came to about her mid- stomach area. With her big boobs, it stretched out and she looked incredibly sexy. The bikini was really more of a thong. I covered her pussy well enough but her ass may as well have been bare for all those little pieces of string hid.

I was a little surprised, actually, that she would wear something like that with her parents around. Back home she liked to wear little bikinis but her mother never really liked it when I wore a thong and Brenda only wore them when her parents weren’t around. I guess with her getting married and having loved o her own, she wasn’t as concerned about what her mother thought of her wardrobe!

I moved up to her and kissed her, my hands immediately each grabbing a piece of her bare ass. “Mmmmmmm, I’ve always loved your ass,” I murmured. She giggled as we tried to keep kissing. “Yeah, I know,” she replied, “Why do you think I’m wearing this?”

Just then her mother called from the kitchen, announcing that breakfast was ready. It didn’t really seem fair that her mother should have to cook for us while we were all enjoying ourselves but then, that was the type of mother and wife she was - a little old fashioned maybe, but loving and caring. Brenda and I made our way there and when we walked in, she looked at us and then gave Brenda a second look. Her eyes went to Brenda’s butt and her lips tightened. I knew she was dying to say something but she kept it to herself, or so I thought. After a few minutes she turned around quickly and it was like she couldn’t hold back anymore and would burst if she didn’t say something.

“Brenda, do you really have to run around naked in front of your family?” she said, the anxiety clear in her voice.

“Mommmmmm, I’m NOT naked,” Brenda protested.

“You may as well be,” her mother insisted, “I can’t even see anything behind you and in front ... well I think it’s obscene to let your swimming suit pull up into you like that in front of people.”

“Oh mom, ALL the girls dress like this down here,” Brenda insisted, pleading her case.

“Well your friend is at least wearing a little bit to cover herself. Why can’t you wear something like she has on?”

It was sort of funny that the same outfit she use to think was too revealing on me in the past was now something she would prefer to see Brenda wearing. I guess everything is relative.

Before they went any further, her dad and brother walked in. I got a kick out of how her dad tried to pretend he didn’t notice his daughters cute little ass on display for him as she served him his breakfast. Her brother was a little less circumspect, openly staring at her butt. I couldn’t blame him, Brenda DID have an incredible ass and to see it all tanned and bare was about as sexy and erotic as I could imagine her being.

“David!” Brenda’s mother hissed, as if the rest of us couldn’t hear her.

David looked at his mom a little sheepishly and stopped staring at his sister’s ass but throughout breakfast, he would use any excuse to get another peek at it. We were doing dishes while the guys went outside to look around at the beach when someone knocked at the door and then it opened. In walked a young girl, maybe eighteen or so. She was cute, maybe a few inches shorter than me with long straight brunette hair. She had the type of tan that told you she was in the sun all the time, not just for vacation. She was dressed actually quite similar to Brenda - a narrow thong and t-shirt but her top went down further and actually covered about half her all but bare ass - a cute little “bubble butt”.

What struck me immediately, though, was her boobs. OMG, they were HUGE. I couldn’t help but wonder if they were fake given how out of proportion they were to the her petite body. They had to be DD or maybe even bigger. From the way they moved under her t-shirt, though, they seemed to be real. As big as they were I was a little surprised that she didn’t were a bra or bikini top to support them. The girl walked in like she owned the place and when Brenda saw her, they both reached out and hugged each other. Then she noticed me standing there and looked at Brenda, waiting to be introduced.

“Doreen, this is Kelly, the girl I told you about from school,” Brenda said, “Kelly, this is Doreen, we work together at the Rescue Center.”

We gave each other a polite hug and said a few things to get to know each other. So this was the local friend that Brenda had mentioned during our trip down here. Somewhere since I had arrived Brenda had mentioned she was bi. Looking at her incredible body, I wondered exactly how much Brenda had told her about us.

“So when are the others getting in?” Doreen asked. Brenda explained that Cathy and Celeste had taken the earliest flights they could get and should be here sometime around noon or so.

“So what’s the plan for today then?” Doreen continued, “By the way, we’re all set for tomorrow. You’re gonna LOVE it, trust me.”

I assumed she was talking about the bachelorette party. I wondered what she had planned and whether she would let me in on it the secret but that was all she said for the moment before changing subject. Brenda had obviously given up trying to pry the details out of her and let the comment go.

“I thought we’d head up to Largo and take one of the snorkeling tours,” Brenda explained, “Kelly’s never even swam in the ocean and I don’t think the others have ever been out to a reef before.”

Doreen just nodded and they started to debate which place would be best to go. Each of them appeared to have their favorite but finally they settled on one. Personally, it didn’t make any difference to me. Really, what was the big deal WHO took you out. Once you were in the water I imagined it was the same no matter what outfit took you there. Evidently they didn’t share my opinion. Oh well, they knew more about what they were doing than I did and apparently I was missing something in the equation.

“Well, THAT’S settled so what are we going to do until then?” Doreen asked Brenda.

So far I had been sort of left out of the conversation but that was OK with me. Whatever they wanted to do I was sure would be fine with me. Personally, I wouldn’t mind getting to know Doreen better - a LOT better.

It was getting on towards 10:00 so we didn’t have time to go too far if we wanted to be back before the other girls arrived. Brenda suggested a few shops nearby and so it was off shopping for us. We visited a few bikini shops and I found the most incredible outfit that I JUST had to buy. Amazing how much something that barely is visible on you can cost so much! Unfortunately, it also showed off my tans lines and I knew I would have to be careful not to let myself get sunburned as those areas could be a bit sensitive!

When we returned it was just about noon. As we were getting out of the car, another car pulled up the driveway. It parked next to us and out popped two more girls, Cathy and Celeste I assumed. Cathy, the Maid of Honor, was the blonde that Brenda had described as being someone I may have remembered but it had been years most likely since we met and to honest, she wasn’t ringing any bells. She looked to be a little older and indeed, at 25 she was the oldest of our group. She looked like your average Ohio girl, a little heavy but nothing too much - “something to hold onto” as the guys liked to say back there. She was also a lesbian if I remembered Brenda’s earlier comments.

The last girl, Celeste, was also a blonde. One thing that made her stand out from the crowd, at least our little one, was her boobs. As a solid C-cup, I was probably the smallest of the bunch until I saw Celeste. Her chest was all but flat, maybe an A-cup at best. She had to be a little self-conscious about them, especially with the rest of us wearing outfits designed to show ours off as much as possible. She was also a little plain, to be brutally honest, and it didn’t help that her blonde hair was cut too short for her face and appeared to have been trimmed by herself in the mirror. She was also dressed the most conservative of all of us, with shorts and a loose t-shirt that if anything, hid what boobs she may have had. The shorts were the type that Brenda’s mom would have approved of if that tells you anything. She was shy and I couldn’t help but wonder how she was going to fit in with the rest of us, none of whom were shy about showing off anything.

We all hugged and with our little gang now complete, Brenda took us in for a quick lunch. We snacked on some sandwiches that her mom had made while Brenda’s brother carried in the girls’ luggage. It would have been sweet of him except I knew he had ulterior motives - it gave him more opportunity to get a closer look at us!

Brenda explained her plans for the day and both Celeste and Cathy seemed excited about snorkeling. Like me, they’d never done it before so it promised to be an interesting day, if nothing else. As we got ready to go, Celeste pulled Brenda aside and I saw them talking earnestly in the corner but couldn’t overhear what they were saying. Celeste looked like she was about to cry but Brenda hugged her and seemed to be reassuring her. Hmmm. I wondered what THAT was all about?

We got back in the convertible again and headed off for Key Largo, where most of the tour companies operated for the reef trips. I wasn’t sure what kind of place Brenda and Doreen had finally agreed up but it turned out to be something I hadn’t expected - a state park! Brenda would later explain to me that there were lots of private outfits but most of them weren’t as well equipped and they tended to be more tourist traps than anything else.

Apparently the state had hired an outfit to run their tours and funded them quite well. She said the boats were all nice and the trips were more professional. The only problem was that sometimes there were groups from local school that made it hard to get on but she had a friend that worked the desk where the tours were booked and had made sure that we wouldn’t have to put up with a bunch of giggling little girls.

Doreen had some sort of pass that got us through the front gate and when we parked, we had to go into a building to sign up for our tour. The tours were a lot more expensive than I had expected but Brenda assured us not to worry.

“That’s what daddy’s are for!” she laughed as she pulled out what was apparently her father’s credit card.

Her friend who worked there explained we had just missed about fifty kids from the local elementary school. Thank goodness, I couldn’t have imagined getting on a boat full of little kids for the afternoon.

That is one thing most people misunderstand about me. I like to chat with guys about their desires for younger girls and I even fantasize about being with boys and girls myself at times. However, there is a BIG difference between reality and fantasy. For instance, when I teach, I can’t help but notice the boys when they try to look down my blouse or up my skirt and get all hard in their seats. Some of the girls look pretty hot at young ages these days as well. Sure I may fantasize about them, but I would NEVER actually DO anything with them. In fact, the youngest boy I’ve ever had sex with was sixteen, and he was my first when I was only fourteen so he was actually two years OLDER than me.

My cousin Kristen is the one who likes the younger boys and she DOES fool around with them and has tried to get me to join in at times. Even then, the youngest that I would let her get me involved with was sixteen. As for girls, if you exclude my cousins, the youngest for me has been eighteen and that was Brenda! So the idea of actually being with a few dozen young kids and trying to be sexy and wild was NOT something I cared to do.

After signing up we wandered around the exhibits to kill the time before the trip. As our appointed time drew near, we went over to the docks and picked up our snorkeling gear. The guy handing them out was shirtless and looked like he had just stepped off the set of Baywatch. Mmmmmmm, these Florida boys were nice! He seemed to pay a lot more attention to us than the other couples and families, like THAT was a surprise! We waited on some benches for the boat to return from its previous trip, giving me a chance to assess the people who would be going out with us.