Chapter 8: Amazon Time

The next day they had the beach party out the front of their house. What a fun day. There’d been even more people than Larissa expected, and they totally filled up the beach out in front of their place. She had lovely hugs and catch ups with most of her friends, and played cricket with them on the beach. A group of them even did a Larissa swim. Larissa laughed to herself. Michelle had been the slowest to get her bikini bottoms back on; that girl really did like being naked. She had counted at one stage, and there were more than twenty of her friends topless on the beach. Larissa never bothered with a top at all, and several other girls hadn’t either. Even Sophie had ended up topless, and when Bam and Kemala sat and had a deep talk with James and Sophie, Kemala did too, to Citra’s shock.

Lunch had looked after itself; everybody did a bit, and nobody did too much, and Julian just had to tidy the kitchen up at the end of the day.

Bob and Mary had stayed longer than they said that they could, and eventually left reluctantly; they had good chats to James and Sophie, and then to Julian as well, and then they met Fiona and Alan and had a good talk to them. That was totally worth it for Alan; Julian had told Bob about Alan’s approach to life, and Bob offered him a job with one of his companies when they moved out to the country on the spot after they’d talked, and said that Fiona was a sure bet to get a job with her degree; so sure, he didn’t need to offer her anything but he’d see what he could do if necessary. And the other outcome was that Julian agreed to go on Bob’s advisory committee as long as James was also involved, making sure it was being run properly. She also saw Bob and Mary having a deep chat with Sal, and then with Dave and Kat and Lem and Sal.

While that was happening, Larissa talked to Willow and Lucas, who were slowly sorting themselves out. She talked to Lucas about emotional intelligence, and told him about Julian’s journey. Then she told him about her principles, and introduced him to Dave and Lem to talk about both of those subjects. And she introduced Willow to Kat, and told Kat why she wanted her to talk to Willow. She knew that Kat would understand know what to say more than anyone else. Except maybe Sal, but Sal was having a very deep conversation with her mum. Which was going well, judging by their smiles.

She got a lovely cuddle and passionate kiss with Zara, and Zara said that she’d done it; she’d blown Zach that way, and one of her Christmas presents was that they burnt her remaining pill packets after her current cycle; she was off them for good once this cycle ended. And so excited! Not eighteen yet, but that was only a few weeks away, before Larissa’s wedding, and she was really looking forward to that. Larissa gave her her second training session on the spot, since that was all head game stuff, and got her to talk to her original mum once Sal was finished, and made sure her mum understood that Zara really could know everything her mum was prepared to tell her, since she lived it too. She was confident that Zara was going to be ready too; in fact, she wondered whether any training left was just an excuse; Zara’s head space had moved a long way since they’d first talked about it.

She also met Grace’s boyfriend. As she expected, a nice guy, though a bit overwhelmed by the huge group, but at least entertained by all the flesh on display. And very happy that Grace was in on it too. She laughed at Tim, who didn’t know where to look, though he quickly figured out that Toni had no designated partner and was looking at him with interest. Naturally Tim was all over that – paying her a lot of attention. Larissa even wondered whether she should offer their bed to Toni, but she noticed Grace have a quick chat with Toni, and then Toni’s interest switched to just being friends. She asked Toni about it later, and Toni said that Grace had told her Tim still had his v-card, and she should keep that in mind. “I talked to her more about it, and given what she said about Tim, we didn’t think a casual roll in the hay would be a good choice for his first, and that’s all I’d be. Good for me, but not for him, and mum wouldn’t like that. But if he’s still got nothing going in a few week’s time, Grace will talk to me about him again. So maybe.”

She’d also had a good cuddle with Maria; she was off on family holiday with her family for a week, and then Aaden’s family. She was getting on great with her family, and they’d figured her and Aaden out – mostly – and were fine with it, but a week was still pretty full on. Larissa agreed that Maria could call her for a chat and to offload anytime at all, though of course, work might make that difficult. Aaden – he was serene; it would all be good, he was sure.

Layna was there with Joseph, and topless. “Hey, look at Zara, and all those young girls, no one will even notice me. Such a freedom.” Larissa wasn’t so sure; Layna was still the most beautiful by a country mile, but yeah, watching people walking by, it was Zara and the younger girls that everyone was looking at, as they happily played cricket all while topless. Citra had joined them, she noticed, and grinned.

Mark was there, and asked her about her Christmas day. She might have felt uncomfortable, talking to her big boss in just her bikini bottoms, but all his family was the same, so she decided not to care. They talked about Harry, and he said he’d make sure that got followed up, and she told him about how fragile she felt, without any back up. Christmas day, he said, shrugging, but said he’d talk to the vet hospitals about it, though since they were all private companies, he didn’t have much influence. She told him about the toxic family with the dog with a snake bite, and that she was sure they’d get a complaint from them. Mark nodded, and said he’d let her know if there was a problem.

Then the end of the day, and it was just the two them and Alan and Fiona, and her and Fiona got tied to the balcony while Julian and Alan took their time with them, and Alan and Fiona tried to tell them about their family Christmas at the same time.

The next day, Larissa worked again. Just a normal day, except for one super weird call she had.

When she arrived at the address, she found cops and an ambulance already there, and a cop welcomed her and explained as she followed him round the back of the house that the guy had been stealing a ride-on lawn mower when he somehow had an ‘accident’ that left him with two badly broken legs. And also his dog, as well. His dog – a big, mean looking german shepherd – certainly had four broken legs, but Larissa couldn’t imagine what kind of accident would leave a dog with four legs broken exactly the same way, bent at right angles. Poor dog, it was terrified, and freaked out of its mind. What the fuck? She turned to the cop, to demand that they investigate this for animal cruelty, and he was shaking his head. “Don’t say anything,” he said quietly.

Very strange, and Larissa totally didn’t want to know anything more. She sedated the dog with a dart – not her favourite thing to do, but it was that or a bullet; no one was getting anywhere near this dog’s teeth. After that, it was routine – splint the dog’s legs and cart it off to the nearest animal hospital, but she made the cop sign off on the notes she wrote in the paperwork. The incident left her off-kilter for the rest of the day, and she got to obsessing about it in the car on the way home from work – any scenario she could think of was quite disturbing. It was quite a hot day, so she decided she’d go for a hard swim in the bay with Julian when she got home.

Only ... he wasn’t there? But she was set on a swim so she whipped her uniform off, donned the “Larissa” bathers Asha had given her, threw a towel around her neck, then dropped it at the high tide mark, grinned at the three teenage boys standing in the water perving on her tits, and started her swim. Julian would surely be home when she got back.

When she came back, maybe forty-five minutes later, the boys were gone, along with most of the people on the beach, though there were still more than a few around. And her towel was gone too. What? She scanned the beach, had she landed at the wrong spot? Definitely not, she was right out in front of her place. Then she spotted two people waving at her from the grass-line. Hah, funny, it was Tim and Michelle. She shrugged to herself, pushed her chest out, and walked up the beach, getting more than a few looks while she was at it. When she got to them, they jumped up and hugged her, and Michelle showed her that she had her towel, though she didn’t offer it up. Larissa held them tight, and enjoyed all the skin contact – Michelle was wearing a nearly non-existent bikini, and Tim had a tight little speedo on – nice!

“Hi! We were waiting on the beach for you to come home, and then boom! You went for your swim, too quick for us to even get in the water with you. Is now a good time to visit?”

“Sure! I’m sorry about the swim, but I really needed it. But I’ve got nothing on now – please come inside, and I’ll get you something to drink.”

Larissa dragged them inside, found herself a t-shirt, got them some water, and then they sat on the deck chatting about their day. Still no Julian around. Michelle and Tim were just as weirded out by her experience that day, and then Michelle told her about another birth experience she had that turned into a disaster because of a poor relationship between the father and mother. In fact, they hated each other, and had no memory of even doing the deed – it had happened while they were flying high, and then their families had forced them together. Larissa shook her head – what was wrong with people? Both the parents, and their families: fucking people over, just in different ways.

When there was a break in the conversation, Michelle reached into Tim’s speedos, and pulled out a little card from his dick. She handed it to Tim, and then together, they both handed it to Larissa. What the hell? Confused, she took the card, and discovered it was in her own handwriting, and she read: “When presented with this card, Larissa will allow the bearer unrestricted access to her breasts for fifteen minutes.”

What the fuck? This was one of the certificates she gave to Julian, and it was definitely the original one. For a second, she wasn’t sure what to do. Where was Julian? But then she realised: he wasn’t here, and Tim had this to present to her? A set up for sure, on Julian’s part. Well, she’d honour the certificate, though she pretty much had to do that anyway. Well, hell, and she pulled her t-shirt over her head, right out on the deck, and said, “OK, who’s the bearer?”

“Both of us!” Michelle said. “We’re both bearers, so we get fifteen minutes each!”

Larissa pouted, and sighed. It definitely wasn’t what she had in mind, but ... hell, it wasn’t going to be a problem for her if they both did it. Both of them ... Larissa had been looking forward to playing with them for months.

“Right,” Tim said, “we’re going to share our fifteen minutes, so have thirty minutes for both of us!”

Larissa was just opening her mouth to protest when Tim kissed her – hard. And got his hands on her tits, followed closely by Michelle’s hands. All thought of protest vanished from her mind. Why on earth would she protest about getting more of this? It was awesomely good. Tim and Michelle were good friends, and sexy. And sitting there in their little bathers showing off their awesome bodies out on the deck, and now she got half an hour of them pleasuring her breasts and kissing her? She was going to let them do whatever they wanted to her.

Within a few minutes, however, she knew that she was in trouble. Tim and Michelle were good at this, very good. They were mixing it up, taking turns to kiss her and focus on her breasts, and swapping between their hands and their tongues on her nipples. And she had to enjoy thirty minutes of this? There was no way that she was going to stay in control of herself. Then Michelle backed off and let Tim focus on Larissa, and took Larissa’s hands and started running them over Tim’s torso, and up into his hair.

Fuuuck.

Larissa liked kissing girls. And she told herself that a lot. Kissing girls was safer than kissing guys, really. Caused she more than liked kissing guys. Wooah, and kissing Tim, that was even better, no doubt about it. And then Tim slipped a finger into her mouth, while they were kissing. He pulled back and focused on his finger, exploring her mouth, and seeing how far she could take it. All of it, easy, and then he was kissing her again. So good.

Michelle pulled her hands onto her own tits now – she’d lost her top too. A shiver of pleasure ran down Larissa’s spine. Doing this out on the deck, still in daylight? They’d been careful to this point to only play out on the deck after dark, because anyone on the beach could just look up onto their deck. And there were still a few people on the beach when they started this, a bunch of girls sitting out in front of her home. She should move them inside, really, but this was outright magic, and there was no way, she hadn’t been this turned on since ... well, she just couldn’t get more turned on than this.

How long had this been? Three minutes, so she had ten times more of this all up? There was no way her self-control was going to survive this, and then Michelle let go of her hands, and started stroking Larissa’s legs. She abandoned any concern about what was going on and went with the feelings, letting them overwhelm her.

She was naked, she realised, and both Tim and Michelle had their hands on her bum, while Michelle was licking her nipples and Tim was licking her lips. And they were both naked, and one of her fingers was inside Michelle, and her other hand was jacking Tim off. She wanted a finger inside her too, and on her clit would be even better. She moaned, and moved her finger out of Michelle and up to her clit – definitely she wanted to bring Michelle off. Both of them. Julian should be here, should approve of this, but he set this up, and he’d have to know that this would blow her up. And Julian better have got Tim and Michelle to sign those forms for Bob.

Suddenly, both Tim and Michelle pulled back. “I think she’s ready,” Michelle said with a grin, glancing behind her. What? Just as Larissa was looking around, she was picked up and carted off towards her bedroom. Julian, obviously. She could tell from the hand over her face if nothing else. He put her down on their bed, on her hands and knees, facing Tim and Michelle who’d followed her into the bedroom. Then he kissed her passionately. Woo.

“Alright, babe, Tim gets your top half, and I get your bottom half. Are you good with that?”