The Brigade Latina

 

They were very appropriately known on campus as the Brigade Latina. The girls weren’t really sure when the name started to circulate, but once they heard it, they embraced it. All five girls were, in fact, latina, all five were on the university cheer team, all five were members of the Latina Studies Committee in the Latin Studies Department, and all five also just happened to be members of the same sorority.

The girls never actually set out to spend as much time together as they did, but between their studies, their committees, the cheer team, and living at the same sorority house, it seemed like they were never apart. To the outside observer, it might have seemed a little co-dependent, but the girls were honestly perfectly fine with being that involved in each other’s lives. They each took comfort in it in many ways.

Monica was thinking on that very thing, the closeness of their relationship, the night it all came together without any of them really trying, planning, or even really knowing beforehand what was about to happen. For Monica, it was the walk from cheer practice to where the sorority van picked them up after their evening practice, where her mind really started to think about the difference between friendship and a relationship, or even more so, the plurality of the five girls’ friendships, and dare she say, relationships.

So much of their lives felt so very routine by now. The routine was comforting. The girls were three months into the cheer competition season and were in the part of the year they called the cozies. True, they were exhausted from the drills and the lingering rhythm of chants were deeply stuck in their heads, but what was so cozy was how well the girls knew each other at this point, how well they knew their routines, and how routine their days had really become.

Also, of particular note to Monica on this evening walk across campus was the way the five of them kept drifting closer together, shoulders brushing, laughter lingering just seconds too long. Even just three months ago, even though the girls had known each other for many years, this new closeness was not there. This was something altogether different, altogether more.

Monica felt she noticed it first because in a way, it was her job to as cheer team captain and the most senior member of the sorority. The way Stephanie’s hand stayed hooked in Jacqueline’s arm even after the joke they were laughing at had passed. The way Blanca leaned into Ratita when she laughed, like balance wasn’t the only reason. The way Ratita, usually so composed, seemed softer tonight, quieter, but more present. The way the girls were constantly sitting in each other’s laps.

And the way Monica herself kept glancing at all of them, like she was trying to memorize something that hadn’t happened yet.

“Why are you smiling like that?” Stephanie asked suddenly, narrowing her eyes.

Monica blinked away from her thoughts just a bit. She looked at the way Stephanie’s short little red and white pleated skirt danced in the evening air as she walked. The way her firm stomach looked so smooth peeking out from underneath her red and white matching crop sweater. The way her hair swayed, the cute little smile. All things Monica noticed before, but now, were long, lingering thoughts. “Like what?” Monica aked.

“Like you know something we don’t,” Stephanie smiled. She, too, let her glance linger. She too was noticing every little thing about how Monica looked in that cute little cheer uniform.

Jacqueline leaned in as they walked. “Oh my god, she does. Monica, what is it?”

Monica laughed, shaking her head. “Nothing. I just…I like nights like this.”

Blanca smirked, joining the conversation. “You mean nights where we’re all together and no one is yelling counts at us?”

“Exactly,” Monica said.

Ratita looked at Blanca a little longer than the others did. “Yeah,” she said quietly. “Me too. There’s just something about all five of us in our matching little uniforms, in the night air, walking, working, striving for the same goals. We’re…we’re such a little team.”

Monica lingered a bit on what to say to that – words of agreement or encouragement – but ultimately in the end, she decided to leave it at just saying once again, “Exactly.”

It was extremely rare for the girls to all get into the van, sit through the van ride, and then get out at the sorority house, all pretty much without another word. It was as if they all somehow subliminally agreed that what Ratita had said was all that needed to be said at that point. Monica noted very intently that while she sat in the front passenger seat of the van, which she usually did, that Stephanie and Jacqueline paired up together in the first bench seat, and even though there was room for at least one of them on that same bench seat, Blanca and Ratita opted to sit together in the second bench seat. The girls wore their seatbelts, which Monica always insisted on, but they were sitting very close. Stephanie and Jacqueline held hands together between them and Blanca had one arm behind Ratita’s shoulders, the other resting on top of Blance’s skirt on her thigh. It wasn’t a far ride, but they sat like that the entire way back to the sorority house.

But by the time the girls reached Monica’s room, they had started talking again, laughing and being a little playful, less like teammates decompressing and more like something unspoken building between them.

The post-practice debriefing and committee gab session started as planned, as normal. Monica led the conversation and Blanca had her notebook open, jotting down notes. The girls laughed, The girls discussed. Ideas bounced. They talked about representation—how some girls in the committee seemed to feel disconnected from their roots, while others seemed to feel like they had to perform theirs. They talked about language—who spoke Spanish fluently, who understood but felt shy, who had grown up without it and felt judged. They talked about colorism. That part lingered. Ratita spoke carefully at first, then more openly. About feeling overlooked sometimes. About assumptions people made. About how even within their own community, there were layers that were sometimes based on their skin tones.

Blanca reached over without thinking and rested her hand over Ratita’s, both girls’ hands resting together on Blanca’s little red and white pleated skirt. It was small. Natural. But no one missed it. As Monica chimed it, Ratita glanced down at their hands, then up at Blanca. Instinctively, the girls interlaced their fingers. “Thank you,” Ratita said softly, smiling at Blanca in a way Blanca had never seen her smile before. Blanca squeezed her hand a little. “Always,” Blanca said. While she spoke away, Monica watched that moment like it mattered. Because it did.

Hours later, the structure of the meeting had dissolved completely. The formal energy and controversial topics had been replaced by something looser, softer. Monica was the first, at this point. While still engaged in the conversation, she stood up from the large bed that all five girls had been sitting on for hours now and slid down her skirt. She followed by taking up and pulling off her crop sweater, and finally removing her white full back underbriefs. While each of the girls still engaged intently in their conversation, each one watched, each one drank in Monica’s white lace bra and white lace little thong.

The only thing to mark the occasion Monica did was to sigh, “Oh, that feels so much better,” as she returned to sitting on the bed. One by one, the other shifted into just their underwear—comfortable, pretty. Each girl peeled off her red and white cheer shell, her matching little pleated skirt, her white cotton underbriefs, revealing the sexy lace bra and thong panty they were wearing underneath.

Stephanie was in yellow, Jacqueline was in a traditional pink, Blanca was in a softer, baby pink, and Ratita was in a soft tan bra and white lace thong. Needless to say, while they were still talking, once all five girls were on the bed in nothing but their bras and panties, something had changed. Not dramatically, but just enough that each girl definitely noticed.

Stephanie scooted over close enough to Jacqueline that their crossed legs were touching. Blanca took the cue and moved closer to Ratita, their shoulders touching fully now. Monica watched with a smile, still feeling very much like part of the circle.

“Okay,” Stephanie said, grinning, “enough sorority business, enough cheer business, enough committee business. It’s time for truth or dare. But we’re playing for real this time.”

 

Jacqueline raised an eyebrow. “What does that mean?”

“It means,” Stephanie said, “no boring answers.”

Ratita smirked slightly. “Dangerous.”

“Exactly,” Stephanie said.

Even though what Stephanie said in the beginning sounded so ominous, the first few rounds of the game were easy—laughter, teasing, harmless confessions. But then, questions shifted.

“Who here do you trust the most?” Blanca asked.

“Right now?” Jacqueline said. “All of you. Equally.”

“Cop-out,” Stephanie said.

“No, it’s not,” Jacqueline replied, softer now. “It’s true. I love you girls.”

There was a pause.

Then Ratita spoke. “Same.”

Monica felt something tighten gently in her chest. Stephanie looked around at all of them, something thoughtful replacing her usual teasing expression. “Yeah,” she said. “Same.”

There was a bit of a pause, each of the girls taking in each other. It was Stephanie who changed the direction. “Jacqueline,” she said suddenly. “Truth or dare?”

Jacqueline narrowed her eyes. “Dare.”

Stephanie’s smile turned slow and deliberate. “I dare you,” she said, “to kiss someone on this bed.”

The air shifted instantly. Not heavy. But charged. Monica smirked because she knew that this is where the game was heading since the second she took off her cheer uniform.  Jacqueline blinked once. Then laughed, but it came out softer than expected. “You’re starting this early?”

“You said no boring dares,” Stephanie replied.

Blanca sat up slightly. “Wait—this just got interesting.”

Ratita didn’t say anything, but she was watching closely.

Jacqueline looked around at all of them, her confidence flickering just slightly. “Okay,” she said. Her gaze landed on Stephanie. Of course it did. “Come here,” Jacqueline said.

Stephanie didn’t hesitate. She leaned in, and for a second they just looked at each other—closer than before, smiles fading into something quieter. Then Jacqueline closed the distance. The kiss was soft. Quick. But real. When they pulled back, both of them were smiling—but differently now.

Blanca let out a low “Okayyyy.” Ratita shook her head, but she was smiling too. Monica felt her heartbeat pick up and little tingling to go along with it.

“Your turn,” Jacqueline said to Stephanie.

Stephanie didn’t even think. “Dare.”

Jacqueline grinned. “Kiss someone else.”

Stephanie laughed. “You’re evil.”

“Do it,” Blanca said.

Stephanie looked around the bed.

Her gaze moved past Monica, lingered briefly on Ratita… and then settled on Blanca. Blanca raised her eyebrows. “Oh?”

Stephanie leaned closer. “You seem curious.”

“I am,” Blanca said.

“Then don’t overthink it,” Stephanie smirked. This time the kiss lasted a second longer. Still gentle. But intentional. Blanca’s hand came up instinctively, brushing Stephanie’s arm as they pulled apart.

“Okay,” Blanca said, a little breathless. “That’s… new.”

Ratita exhaled quietly, like she hadn’t realized she’d been holding her breath.

It didn’t stop there. The game continued, but the energy had shifted completely now. Each dare built on the last. Each moment lingered a little longer.

Monica tried to stay composed, but when her turn came and Ratita asked her, “Truth or dare?” she didn’t miss a beat. “Dare,” she said.

Ratita’s gaze softened, but there was something steady in it. “Kiss someone you haven’t yet.”

Monica nodded and smiled. She looked at Stephanie, at Jacqueline, at Blanca, and then at Ratita. Ratita didn’t look away. “Okay,” Monica said quietly. She shifted closer. For a second, she wasn’t the confident one, the planner, the organizer, she was just Monica. And then, she leaned in. The kiss was gentle, but it held something deeper than the others—something quieter, more deliberate. Ratita responded just as softly. It was an amazing kiss. When they pulled back, neither of them spoke right away. Blanca smiled softly. Stephanie looked between them, eyes wide but warm. Jacqueline nudged a pillow closer, like she was grounding herself.

“Okay,” Stephanie said finally. “That one had feelings. I totally felt that.”

Monica laughed, but she didn’t deny it. Ratita didn’t either.

By the time the game faded out, they weren’t really playing anymore. They were just… close. Sitting together. Leaning into each other. Stephanie rested her head on Jacqueline’s shoulder. Blanca curled slightly toward Ratita again, more naturally this time. Monica found herself between them all, not separate—but connected to each in a different way.

“Are we going to talk about this?” Jacqueline asked softly.

“Do we have to?” Stephanie said.

Blanca smiled. “Maybe not tonight.”

Ratita nodded. “Tonight can just be… this.”

Monica looked around at all of them—the soft light, the closeness, the quiet understanding settling in.

“Yeah,” she said. “Just this.”

No one rushed to define it. No one pulled away. Instead, they stayed exactly where they were—letting the warmth of the night, the trust they had built, and the new, delicate spark between them exist without pressure. As the room grew quieter, the distance between them disappeared completely. Hands rested naturally. Shoulders leaned. At one point, someone laughed softly at nothing, and someone else squeezed their hand in response. There was kissing there was cuddling, there was playful laughter, there was moans filled with pleasure. The five girls literally melted into each other in a way that none of them had ever experienced before. And when sleep finally came, it came with all five of them still close—closer than they had ever been before. Not just as teammates. Not just as sisters. But as something still unfolding. Something they would figure out together…

Alicia and Dana...

 

Monica’s room, the largest bedroom in the sorority house, glowed with warm lamplight, the kind that made everything feel softer and a little more magical than usual. It was much more like a one-room suite than just a bedroom, though everyone simply called it, “Monica’s Room”. When you walked through the large double doors and scanned the room left to right, first was a small kitchenette, then the sitting area complete with two couches, a lounge chair, and round little coffee table, followed by a big king-sized bed and large bedroom set with huge walk-in closet beyond, the largest bathroom in the house, and lastly, a fully functioning office complete with big wood desk and wood cabinets, book shelves, and file cabinets. Blankets and pillows were scattered across the couches in a cozy nest, and the faint scent of vanilla candles mixed with the sugary smell of snacks piled on the small round coffee table. The five girls filled the space with color and energy. They were sitting on the two couches in the room’s sitting area, Stephanie and Jacqueline on one couch and Alicia and Dana on the other. As the host for the evening, Monica stood at the center of the sitting area next to the coffee table, her light blue tank top hugging her frame and her jean shorts casual but perfectly fitted. Just a hint of red lace peeked from the side of Monica’s crop top, the same hint of red lace peeking out from the top of her shorts, her matching red lace bra and thong panties adding a secret layer of boldness to her otherwise laid-back ready-for-bed look. Yet, even though she seemed ready to settle in for the night, Monica’s sunglasses rested on top of her head like a crown, pushing back her dark hair, and her bright fire engine red lipstick made her smile impossible to ignore. As she waited for Monica to start, Stephanie adjusted herself in her seat on the couch, then adjusted her small black thin-rimmed eyeglasses with one hand while her shiny rainbow-colored headband bow caught the soft light in the room. Stephanie’s baby blue tank top matched the softness of her pastel floral shorts, and the delicate white lace bra and thong underneath added a gentle, almost dreamy contrast. Stephanie grinned, her red lipstick popping against her fair skin as she looked around the room. Jacqueline leaned casually back in her seat on the couch, playfully tapping Stephanie’s thigh, her black tank top giving her a slightly edgier look, especially paired with the same pastel floral shorts Stephanie wore. The shared pattern and them sitting together made them look like quite the mischievous pair. Jacqueline’s hoop earrings swung slightly as she tilted her head, taking everything in. While she didn’t know it yet, she had the sexiest lingerie underneath of all the girls in the room – a fact she would end up teasing Monica about for months to come. Sheer black panels and nothing more – almost entirely see-through – a very sexy demi bra and tiny little micro thong. Alicia and Dana sat close together on the other couch, still a little unsure, still a little new. Alicia’s purple crop top and white shorts gave her a playful confidence, and she knew full well her dark purple lace bra and thong were visible underneath both her top and shorts. Dana, beside her, wore a pink crop top with white shorts, her matching pink lace bra and panty just as soft and bright as her personality, the pink lace thong also showing easily through her white shorts. Sometimes the invite-only slumber parties at the sorority house were very casual – just a gathering of girlfriends – and other times – like this one tonight, there were little rules and unbeknownst to two of the girls, an ulterior motive. Monica started off by saying in her usual leader’s tone, “I see that all five of us have met the requirements I laid out,” and pointed to each item on herself as she said it. “Red lipstick, big silver hoop earrings, crop tops, short shorts, and lace bras and thongs. Good job girls.” It may have seemed a little unimportant to the outside observer, but the girls at the Alpha Omega Sorority House were big on meeting the rules and requirements of the sorority and its leaders. “Okay,” Monica continued “First rule of tonight—no one’s allowed to be shy.” Stephanie laughed. “Second rule?” Monica grinned. “There are no other rules.” The games started light, all in the sitting area—truth or dare, silly dares that had them laughing until they fell over each other. They braided each other’s hair, swapped accessories, and at one point, all five of them ended up trying to fit under one blanket, dissolving into laughter when it clearly didn’t work. As the night deepened, the energy shifted—not suddenly, but slowly, like the room itself was exhaling. Truth or dare came back around for a second time. This time all five girls were in different sitting and lounging positions on Monica’s big bed. In a pre-planned first round of the second game, Monica said, “Stephanie, you get to start this time since I started last time.” Stephanie nodded and then pretended like she was thinking. “Okay, Monica…truth or dare?” Monica smiled, pretending she was a little surprised that Stephanie had started the game with her. “Dare,” Monica said confidently. “I dare you to spend the rest of the night in nothing but your bra and panties,” Stephanie smirked. Monica laughed and immediately reached to her waist, making quick work of taking her light blue cotton tank top up over her head, tossing it down to the floor, revealing a very sexy light blue lace bra. She then equally as quickly unbuttoned, unzipped, and slid her shorts down off her body, dropping them to the floor, this time revealing a very sexy matching light blue lace thong. Monica sat there, preening, proud of how she looked – proud of how sexy she felt. She gave Stephanie a little wink, secretly telling her, “Good job” for starting the game off exactly how Monica had planned. Still preening, Monica continued the game, “Jacqueline…truth or dare?” Jacqueline said without hesitation, a little too quick for Monica’s taste given their rouse, “Dare,” to which Monica repeated, “I dare you to spend the rest of the night in nothing but your bra and panties.” As Alicia and Dana shared a bit of a nervous glance, Jacqueline immediately followed Monica exactly, first removing her cute little black satiny crop top and tossing it onto the floor, and then her pastel floral print shorts, also tossing them to the floor beside the bed, revealing the very sexy, very sheer black demi bra and micro thong. Alicia was trying not to look, but couldn’t help herself. Dana thought to herself that what Jacqueline was wearing was quite literally the tinniest thong she had ever seen a girl wearing in real life. Without missing a beat, Jacqueline looked to Stephanie. “Stephanie…truth or dare?” to which Stephanie replied, “Dare,” to which Jacqueline naturally replied, “I dare you to spend the rest of the night in nothing but your bra and panties.” Stephanie couldn’t help but giggle as she started first by taking down her pastel floral print shorts and tossing them right on top of Jacqueline’s shorts on the floor, then by taking up her baby blue crop top up over her head, tossing it in the same pile, revealing a very sexy baby blue lace bra and thong panty set. Monica, Stephanie, and Jacqueline exchanged cute little glances as Alicia and Dana sat perfectly still, as if they hoped by sitting still enough, they would not be called on. Stephanie moved her gaze from Monica and Jacqueline, directly into Alicia’s eyes. “Alicia,” she said,” truth or dare?” Alicia somehow felt that she was supposed to say dare and then also felt that somehow, she was going to be the fourth person to be given the same dare, so she said, “Truth,” of course being completely unaware that her older sorority sisters had a contingency plan for that. Stephanie smirked as she said, “Do you want to see Dana wearing nothing but her pretty pink lace bra and sexy little pink lace thong for the rest of the night?” Alicia immediately blushed – her face was so red! She knew very well that when it came to truth or dare with her sorority sisters, she had already sworn when she was accepted into the sorority to always tell the absolute truth and nothing but the truth. “I…I…I do,” Alicia said, too embarrassed to look at any of the girls, especially Dana. Monica looked to Dana and smirked. “I hope you are not thinking of denying your sister Alicia’s request.” Dana bit her bottom lip. She was already trying to hide how excited – how wet – she already was. She was so worried that if she took of her clothes, the wet spot on her panties and the sheer hardness of her nipples were going to totally give her away. Dana breathed out and without a word, reached up and removed her pink little crop and then her white short shorts, setting both next to her on the bed, revealing her very sexy, also very sheer pink lace bra and thong. The set was sexy, but girly, sultry, but still cute. Alicia tried, but simply could not keep her eyes off of Dana’s sexy, tanned frame. Dana felt Alicia’s stare and it did nothing but make her ever wetter. As she reveled in the girls’ mutual excitement and nervousness, Monica chimed in, “Alicia, it is your turn.” Alicia tore her eyes away from Dana, looking back at Monica. Despite the game being the reason that she was looking so longingly at Dana, Alicia had already forgotten that they were still playing. “Dana,” Alicia said in almost a whisper. “Truth or dare?” Dana tried to control her breathing, tried to make sure her legs were closed, tried hard not to show how excited she was. “Truth,” she finally said, looking at Alicia with lust in her eyes. Alicia asked, “Do you want me to wear nothing but my bra and panties for the rest of the night?” Dana’s smile was wide, her last reservations at showing her true desires gone. “Yes,” Dana answered. Alicia was so nervous but she felt in her deepest caverns that she was ready. Alicia reached to her waist and pulled off her cute little white short shorts, then pulled her purple crop top up over her head, leaving both on the bed like Dana had, revealing a very sexy deep purple lace bra and thong panty set. “Dana,” Monica smirked, her own panties now dampening as she watched Alicia and Dana drinking each other in. “Your turn, Dana.” Monica said. “Alicia,” Dana said, a playful glint in her eye. “Truth or dare?” Alicia hesitated. This was the first time she had ever done anything like this. “Dare,” Alicia said. Dana’s eyes were fixed on Alicia’s and her words were very deliberate. “I dare you to kiss someone in this room.” Alicia’s eyes widened. She began to slowly lean over towards Dana. In her mind, and in her heart, there really was no other next move. Alicia watched Dana’s eyes, waiting for some flicker of reluctance, waiting for her to perhaps pull away, but Dana simply kept looking right into her eyes, smiling with anticipation. By the time Alicia was about six inches away, Dana couldn’t wait any longer and quickly closed the distance between them. It was instant fireworks, just as Monica had expected. Their kiss started soft, brief, almost hesitant…but when they pulled back, both of them were smiling in a way that was new, a little brighter, a little more certain. Monica, Stephanie, and Jacqueline erupted into cheers, showing nothing but sheer support for this new union of sorority sisters they had orchestrated. Amid the cheers, Alicia and Dana came together once again and this time, the kiss was very long and very passionate. Monica, Stephanie, and Jacqueline quickly moved off the bed to the other side of the room, back over to the sitting area. Monica turned on the television and the three sat looking at the screen, which also took their gaze away from Alicia and Dana as they all three feigned great interest in finding something to watch. Alicia and Dana finally pulled apart from their minutes-long kiss. Alicia looked deep into Dana’s eyes and reached for her hand. Dana squeezed it, their fingers intertwining naturally, like it had always been that way. At this point Dana toppled over down on the bed, her hand in Alicia’s hand, guiding Alicia down on to the bed next to her, the two girls facing each other about a foot apart. “I didn’t expect tonight to be like this,” Dana said softly. “Me neither,” Alicia said, her voice just as quiet. “But…I’m so happy this happened.” Dana smiled, her red lipstick curving gently. “Me too.” The two girls leaned in again, this time without a dare, without anyone prompting them. They knew the other girls were still in the room, but they seemed so far away. This third kiss was somehow even more electric than the second as Alicia and Dana’s arms embraced and their hands began to explore each other as they removed the space between them, pressing their bodies together. Across the room, Monica, Stephanie, and Jacqueline turned over their shoulders, each of them seeing Alicia and Dana now fully enthralled in each other and their very passionate third kiss. Monica whispered, “It’s time,” and then she, Stephanie, and Jacqueline quickly made their way out of the room – as they had planned to do all along…

Eden's Photo Shoot...

 

Eden had always understood the power of being looked at. It came with the territory. Sorority parties, campus events, the soft hierarchy of beauty and confidence that defined her world. And then there was modeling, where that attention sharpened into something more deliberate. Controlled. Artistic. Tonight’s shoot felt different from the moment she arrived. The studio lights were already warm, casting a golden glow over racks of delicate fabrics. Black lace, ivory silk, barely-there bikinis in soft pastels. Eden adjusted the strap of her black lace bralette, the fabric hugging her skin like a secret, and smoothed down her short, flowy black satin skirt. She caught her reflection in a mirror, dark hair falling in loose waves, eyes steady but curious. “You must be Eden,” a soft and sexy voice said. Eden turned toward the voice. It was a very beautiful blonde, tall, lanky, sexy, standing near a backdrop, sunlight practically woven into her hair. She wore a white bikini that seemed to glow under the lights, her smile easy, disarming. “I’m Lila,” she said, stepping forward. Before Eden could respond, another voice joined them. “And I’m Maren.” Another sexy, sultry, girly voice. Eden turned and saw a beautiful redhead girl, fair skin, deep green eyes, long flowing curly strands that seemed to go on forever. Maren leaned casually against a prop wall, her deep, rich red hair framing a face that felt almost too striking to be real. She wore a black and red sheer lace bra and thong panty set that mirrored Eden’s in mood, if not in detail, though Eden’s sexy sheer black lacy thong was still hidden under her flowy skirt. Something immediately shifted in Eden. Subtle, almost unnoticeable, like the first drop of a rain storm. The shoot began simply. Individual poses. Soft direction from the photographer. Adjustments of shoulders, chin, hips. Lila was first, posing so flawlessly and effortlessly in that little white sexy bikini. Maren then joined in, the two girls posing playfully, as if they were definitely not strangers to each other. Eden watched intently, the two girls posing close together, preening, flirting with the camera, and with each other. Holding hands, arms around each other, soft and sexy embraces, heads resting against each other, one time looking like they were seconds away from a kiss. Eden was so engrossed in watching she almost forgot that she was there to work, too. “Let’s bring you three together,” the photographer called. Eden had worked for her a few times in the past, but all three times were solo shoots, never with other girls like tonight. “Eden, do you have matching black panties on under that skirt?” the photographer asked, referring obviously to the fact that the top Eden was wearing was nothing more than a lace bralette. “I do,” Eden said. “Great,” the photographer smiled. “No need to mess with getting something off the rack,” she continued, “just drop that skirt, leave on the heels, and get over here.” Ever the consummate professional, Eden complied and did so with a smile, sliding down the little black satin flowy skirt, revealing her black sheer lace sexy thong and all of her sexy shapes that skirt was hiding. Eden felt everyone’s eyes on her as her heels clicked on the concrete floor as she made her way over to the other girls. There it was. That sensation, those butterflies, the flutter, that got her so interested in modeling in the first place. The three girls gathered under the lights, close enough that Eden could feel the warmth of their skin without quite touching. Lila’s laughter brushed the air, light and effortless, while Maren’s presence was quieter, intent, like she was always observing something deeper. “Great,” the photographer said. “Get closer. Relax into each other.” Lila slipped an arm loosely around Eden’s waist. Eden felt Lila’s just like it was a spark. Not uncomfortable. Not wrong. Just…new. And exciting. Maren stepped in behind them, her hand grazing Eden’s shoulder as she adjusted her stance. The touch lingered a fraction longer than necessary and Eden enjoyed it more than she ever enjoyed someone touching her before. “Perfect,” the photographer murmured. “Now look at each other.” Eden turned her head toward Lila. For a moment, everything else softened. The lights, the clicking camera, the distant hum of music. There was just the curve of Lila’s smile, the warmth in her eyes, the closeness. Eden felt her breath quicken. She turned slightly, meeting Maren’s gaze next. There was something steadier there, something that made Eden feel seen in a way she hadn’t expected. Not as a model. Not as the “beautiful brunette.” Just…seen. The rest of the shoot passed in a blur of movement and fabric and soft laughter. Hands brushing hands. Glances that lingered just a little too long. The kind of closeness that was easy to dismiss as part of the job. It was short and sweet – just the one outfit – just the one set of pics. The photographer said she had everything she needed just about ten minutes in. She dismissed the girls and called for her team to get the products on the rack ready for stationary website shots. Lila and Maren made quick work of giving Eden quick little hugs and raced off together towards the door before Eden could even get in a word. Eden felt accomplished, happy with the quick work she had done, but also, she felt a little unfulfilled, as if she was longing for more time with the girls.

That night, back in her room at the sorority house, Eden lay in bed staring at the ceiling. The car ride home had been a bit of a fog, her thoughts abuzz, strangely to her, about Lila and Maren. Had they left together? Where did they go? Was that just work for them, or was there something more? Eden was still wearing what she had worn to the photo shoot, though she had kicked off her heels before getting into bed. The house was quieter than usual, the distant echo of laughter downstairs fading into the background. Her room still smelled faintly of perfume and hairspray from when she got ready for the photo shoot earlier. Amid her continual thoughts recounting the night’s shoot, Eden closed her eyes and drifted. In her dream, the world felt softer. The backyard pool shimmered under twilight, the water reflecting streaks of lavender and gold across the sky. Eden stood at the edge, barefoot, the cool stone under her feet grounding her. “Miss us already?” She turned. Lila and Maren stood just beyond the gate, as if they’d always belonged there. Lila wore that same sexy white bikini again, her hair loose and glowing in the fading light. Maren was beside her, darker, quieter, her gaze locked onto Eden like she’d been waiting. For some reason, Maren’s cute and sexy lingerie set had been replaced with a very tiny, very sexy black satin thong bikini. “You came,” Eden said, though she didn’t remember inviting them. “Of course we did,” Lila replied, stepping closer. “You didn’t think today was the end, did you?” Eden shook her head no, though she wasn’t fully sure why. Lila and Maren came in through the pool gate, moved toward Eden, and then, the three of them moved toward the pool together, the air warm, charged with something unspoken but understood. They walked down the wide pool steps and slipped into the water, laughter rippling between them. It was easy. Too easy. The way they moved around each other, the way their closeness felt natural instead of strange. At some point, the laughter softened. They drifted closer. Eden found herself between them, Lila on one side, Maren on the other. Water lapped gently around them, the world narrowing to just the three of them and the quiet rhythm of their breathing. Lila reached for Eden first, taking her hand into hers. “Hey,” she said softly. Eden looked at her, then at Maren. There was a question there, but not one that needed words. Eden answered anyway. By leaning in. The first kiss was soft, almost hesitant. A moment of discovery more than certainty. Lila smiled against her lips, warm and bright, while Maren’s presence beside her grounded everything, steady and sure. When Eden turned, meeting Maren’s gaze, the second kiss felt different. It was deeper, quieter, almost forceful, like a secret unfolding. Yet, it all felt right. Not confusing. Not overwhelming. Just…true.

Their First Kiss...

 

The sun sat high over the sorority house pool, turning the water into a sheet of shimmering blue glass. Music drifted lazily from someone’s speaker on the patio while girls lounged in deck chairs, flipping through magazines and sipping iced drinks. Monica adjusted the strap of her brown bikini as she stepped out onto the pool deck, squinting against the sunlight. Across the water, Stephanie looked up from her towel and grinned immediately. “You’re late,” Stephanie teased. Monica laughed. “I had to fight Jacqueline for the downstairs bathroom.” Stephanie rolled her eyes dramatically and stood, brushing her hands down the sides of her white bikini. “Worth it, though,” she said, smiling. Monica pretended not to notice how sexy Stephanie looked in the bright afternoon sun, but she definitely noticed. Everyone noticed Stephanie. She had the kind of effortless confidence, beauty, and sexiness that made people gravitate toward her without realizing it. Still, Stephanie only seemed interested in hanging around Monica lately. The two girls spent most of the afternoon together in the water, splashing each other, stealing floating loungers from nearby sorority sisters playfully, and talking about everything from classes to what they were wearing at the next lingerie as a bikini night at the sorority house. At one point, Stephanie climbed onto Monica’s shoulders during a game of chicken and nearly sent them both crashing into the pool laughing. “You did that on purpose,” Monica accused as they surfaced. “Maybe,” Stephanie replied with a smirk. By late afternoon, most of the girls had drifted off to showers, dinner, or studying in their rooms, leaving the pool much quieter and empty except for Monica and Stephanie. Monica stretched out on a lounge chair while Stephanie sat cross-legged beside her towel, sunglasses pushed up into her hair. “You know,” Stephanie said casually, “we’ve basically spent every day together this semester.” Monica glanced over. “You complaining?” “Not at all,” Stephanie smirked. Something about the way Stephanie said it made Monica’s stomach immediately flutter. The sun dipped lower, painting everything gold. For a moment neither of them spoke. Then Stephanie nudged Monica’s foot with her own. “Race you upstairs?” she asked, almost laughing. Monica groaned, “You’re ridiculous.” Stephanie yelped like a little girl trying not to get caught in a game of tag and ran inside anyway. Monica quickly followed her into the sorority house, through the sitting room, and up the stairs.

The girls’ room smelled faintly like coconut sunscreen and vanilla candles. The girls didn’t say much, but definitely shared some very cute and sexy smirks and glances while they each showered separately and put on comfy clothes for lounging in their room. Monica sat cross-legged on her bed wearing the sorority’s signature sleep set, a cute tan teddy bear shirt and navy blue lace thong panty. Stephanie stood in front of the mirror brushing out her wet hair. “You’re staring again,” Stephanie said without turning around. Monica nearly choked on her drink. “I was not,” Monica retorted. Stephanie looked over her shoulder, smiling knowingly. “Sure you weren’t.” Monica quickly grabbed one of the small pillows from their bed and threw it at her. Stephanie caught it easily and tossed it back. The room felt different tonight somehow. It was quieter, warmer. Their string lights glowed softly across the walls while rain began tapping lightly against the window outside. Finished brushed her hair, Stephanie climbed onto the bed, settling beside Monica shoulder-to-shoulder. “We should watch something,” Monica said. “You’ve spent thirty minutes scrolling already while I was in the shower. You never find anything to watch.” Monica nodded, “True.” Neither moved to grab the remote. Stephanie’s knee rested against Monica’s now. Barely touching at first. Then more deliberately, rubbing back and forth gently against it. Monica looked at her carefully and said, “You’re acting different tonight.” Stephanie giggled, “Different good or different bad?” Monica hesitated, the said, “Good.” Stephanie smiled softly at that. Then, the teasing quickly faded away as the two girls looked into each other’s eyes. Monica noticed the tiny freckles across Stephanie’s nose, the way one strand of hair kept falling into her eyes. “You know,” Stephanie said quietly, “I think I’ve wanted to kiss you since the day we moved into this room together.” Monica blinked and chuckled, “What?” Stephanie laughed nervously now in a manner which Monica had not seen in the six weeks they had been roommates. “Wow,” Stephanie said softly, “saying it out loud was a little scarier than I expected.” Monica’s heart was racing as she ignored the party about it being scary for Stephanie and went back to the part about Stephanie wanting to kiss her. “You mean that?” Monica asked. Instead of answering, Stephanie reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind Monica’s ear the allowed her fingers to linger there. Monica bit her bottom lip, expressing the six weeks of her own pent-up desire, and then leaned closer before she could overthink it. Stephanie met her halfway, smiling against her lips as they kissed softly for the first time…

Amelia

 

As I looked down at the blank page before me, I could hear the clock ticking on the wall in front of me. How in the hell was I supposed to write a four-page paper about what I did over my Christmas vacation last year and my plans for this year’s Christmas vacation and turn it in to my English teacher? Oh, I wondered what part she would like best, the fact that I was drunk off my ass for most of the trip, the fact that I had lost my virginity, or the fact that my second, amazing sexual encounter came the very next night while I played amateur Hustler photographer. Who knows? Maybe she was the kind of lady that would have liked the part about my cousin Tori grabbing my crotch under the table the best. Anyway, all I could think of was Stephanie and the fun we had. Just as an idea popped into my head to make up an entirely useless story about family fun over last year’s Christmas vacation, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and looked to find my old friend Robbie.

        “Hey, you going to the choir Christmas party?’ he whispered, trying not to draw attention to the fact that we were committing the unbelievable sin of speaking while we were in class during a writing assignment.

        “I’m not sure if I am or not,” I answered. “I’m a little embarrassed about it being a pool party and all, you know.”

        “I have two words to say to you, my friend,” Robbie said with a smile, “bathing suits.”

        I sat motionless and quiet for a moment as I thought about it. “Well, since you put it that way-”

        “Would you two care to share you conversation with the rest of the class?” a sharp voice called out.

  “Uh, no thank you,” I said, sarcastically, “I’d prefer not to.”

The silence of the classroom burst into a bit of laughter and a subtle defiance that would not have been so funny were it in another room, but here in Mrs. K’s class (she hated when we called her Mrs. K), well, I was soon on my way up to the dean’s office. Good old Dean Sato, I thought as I was slowly making my way up to the school’s administration building. Eighth grade, and here I am being marched up to the office for a snotty retort to a stupid question. Well, at least they hadn’t busted me for drinking peppermint schnapps in the bathroom almost every day. Whoops! Did I say that out loud?

As I absent-mindedly made my way around the corner of the English building on my way up to the office, I was startled to find my friend Eric’s younger sister standing in front of me. Amelia was a tiny little thing, even for a seventh-grader. Her skin was a beautiful tan, her Philippine heritage showed on her face with such beauty. She had long brown strands and the tightest little body. My eyes quickly scanned over her. White tennis shoes, white little socks, white short cotton skirt and a white cotton button-down shirt. My eyes were sore with the sight. Her dark skin offered a wonderful outline of her white bra under the thin white cotton shirt and her cold-breeze-whipped nipples were just hard enough to show through her shirt a little. I couldn’t help but stare.

“Hey,” she said in a cute tone, “you get in trouble again?”

I smiled. “And what makes you think that?”

She turned her head to the side and looked at me out of the corner of her eyes. “I know you; probably said something your teacher didn’t like again.”

I laughed. “I guess you do know me.”

“So, are you going to the Christmas party for the choir?”

Well, I wasn’t about to admit to my recent revelation in class. “Oh yes, I’ve planned on it. I think it’ll be a blast.”

“Me too,” Amelia said, smiling. “Be interesting to see everyone in their bathing suits, huh?”

I thought back to the conversation Robbie and I were just having. “You know,” I began to confess, “I was just talking about that with someone in class.”

“Really?” she said, stepping forward, her wonderful shape just inches away. She rose up on to her toes and whispered just inches from my ear, “Were you wondering what I would look like in my bathing suit?”

I reeled from the question, trying to hide my true curiosity and also my excitement on where our conversation was going. “Well, I must admit, the thought had occurred to me. Care to give me a preview of what you are going to be wearing?”

Amelia rested her hand up on my shoulder and moved in close again. “Well, I’ll be wearing shorts and a T-shirt since it is an indoor pool,” she said with a smile.

“Oh really,” I said smiling. “Well, not that I don’t like that, but I meant what are you-”

“Oh,” she cut me off, “I see you are just interested in my bathing suit.”

“Well, if you must know, I do take notice of things like that.”

“Oh, yeah, what was I wearing yesterday?” she asked coyly.

“Pink shorts, baby blue and pink sweater and you had a white bow in your hair.”

“Oh really?” she asked with a smile, obviously impressed, or flattered, that I had taken notice. “And tell me, Mr. Know-It-All, what did I have on the day before?”

“Green cotton skirt, the same shoes you have on now and a white sweater.”

“OK, you pass that part of the test,” she said smiling, “now let’s see how you do in the honesty part of the test.”

I wasn’t quite sure where this was going, so of course I sat back and went for the ride. “All right, shoot away.”

“What color underwear was I wearing the day before yesterday?”

“What?” I asked, surprised, laughing.

“The day before yesterday, when I sat down in math class, you were watching me. I saw you looking. You can come clean.”

I was a little embarrassed, but figured what the hell. “Well, I must say I’m a little embarrassed, but they were green.”

She laughed aloud. “You were honest! How funny! I should show you the ones I have on today.” She began to walk away with a smile and I decided I wasn’t going to leave it at that.

“Wait a second,” I called after her. “It’s not too late.”

Amelia smiled. “Oh really? I don’t think so.”

“You’re a tease,” I said.

Amelia stopped in her tracks and spun back around to face me. “That doesn’t make me a tease. What would make me a tease would be if I told you that right now I was wearing a pair of white, frilly, lacy see-through panties with a little white bow, and then never showed them to you.”

I took a deep breath and smirked at her as Amelia turned around again and began to walk away once more.

“When do I get to see those?” I called out, jogging after her.

Amelia stopped and I stopped right behind her. Without turning to face me this time, she said, “Well, if you’re a good boy, maybe I will show them to you someday.”

Before I could put together another word, Amelia quickly ducked into her classroom, leaving me standing out in the hallway, curious as hell and with nowhere to go, but to my impending meeting in the administration building. I must say the entire time I was being reprimanded once again by Dean Sato, not one word registered, even more so than usual, because the entire time, visions of those little white frilly, lacy, see-through panties with a little white bow hiding underneath that tiny little white skirt were all that I could think about.

Despite my wanton desire to tell all of my friends about the wonderful experience I had encountered with Amelia, I figured that it would be in the best interest for us both if I held back the raising experience. Plus, I was not sure how Eric would react if things got back to him, and he was a good friend. Needless to say, the remaining days between my encounter with Amelia and the choir Christmas pool party were spent in great anticipation.

Being as how we fought conventionalism at all costs, of course myself, Eric, and our buddy Enrique decided that it would be best for us not be dropped off by our parents at the pool party, but that we should take it upon ourselves to commit to the great task of riding our bikes the ten or so miles to our choir teacher’s house and her indoor pool. So, after having met up with Eric and Enrique at the school, I slung my back-pack over my shoulders and we were on our way.

The bike ride was mostly uneventful, other than the fact that I had nearly split a tire and was riding on mostly inner-tube by the time we were half way there. I think under other circumstances, this would have been a bigger deal to me, but in light of what was to happen to me later, this seemed so trivial.

I immediately scoped out the party for Amelia as soon as we arrived. The house was a single-story house, and of course, we weren’t allowed free run of the entire place. Just the kitchen, the outdoor backyard, the indoor pool, and a changing cabana were the only areas we were allowed to use. I spotted Amelia when we entered the indoor pool area. I tried not to stare too long, but at the same time, I wanted to do so much more than just look. She was wearing an orange bikini top. The top was pretty standard, but what I thought more enticing was the bottoms. They were little denim shorts with a white lace edging on the legs, extremely tight, and of course, very, very short. Though I did give the shorts a second glance, I was more interested in the promises of the panties that might have been underneath the shorts.

Trying not to seem overly interested, I made my way over to the buffet table with Eric and Enrique. I picked over the snacks and sandwiches as best I could manage with my mind so far away and we took seats over by the side of the pool. Being the hams that we were, we immediately began to think of ways that we could become the lives of the party. Of course, it was a lame, corky scheme, but nonetheless, it was still the patented quirk of my youth.

After we finished eating, we stayed in our chairs, purposely sitting out of the pool while we watched each of the girls come out of the changing cabana. Some we were, of course, not that interested in seeing, but then there were the ones we were dying to see. The two mainstays of the daydreams at our school were Monica and Larena. Of course, they were best friends as the great looking girls tended to band together. Most popular, and of course, best looking. Naturally, our jaws dropped to see them in bathing suits. Monica was a petite little thing, light brown skin, dark brown eyes, long brown hair. She was described justly only by the word ‘adorable.’ Her laughs, her quirks, made her the cute one of the two. Larena, was very dark skinned, long dark hair, dark eyes, not necessarily petite, but actually much curvier than any of the other girls at school were at that age. While Monica was sexy, don’t get me wrong, Larena was the one you described as ‘sexy as hell’.

As I sat there, waiting to see the twosome emerge, listening to Eric and Enrique talk about the anticipation, I was reminded of a day when Larena was almost sent home for what she was wearing. She came to school in a white cotton crop top. Now, Larena, for her age, was already well-endowed, and that little crop top did not leave much to the imagination, especially since her dark skin made the white cotton virtually see-through, yielding such things as a great view of her white lace bra and of course, her very dark nipples. Now, that was only half of it, though. To match, she was wearing a pair of white cotton tight pants, just as see-through as the top. Her panties were full-backed white silk and lace in the front, of course offering a nice silhouette of her dark patch of pubic hair. It was well known throughout the school that had Larena not had another outfit to change into that day, she would have been sent home from school to change.

Monica was much more the traditional dresser and the only time we saw anything spectacular form Monica was when she wore her cheer skirt on spirit days. It was however, the rumor that she and Larena shared more than friendship that kept my fantasies squarely focused on this duo.

“Aren’t you guys coming in?” Amelia’s voice broke into my daydream.

I looked down to the edge of the pool near us and there she was. Her hair was slicked back, wet, her orange bikini straps so brilliant against her olive skinned-shoulders. Her red lipstick was still marvelously in place as she smiled.

“Oh, we’re just waiting for our food to go down first,” I said.

“OK,” she said, giving me a coy smile when her brother looked away to check and see if Monica and Larena had emerged yet, “better hurry up.”

The three of us had no intentions of moving from our chairs until we were able to see what we were imagining so vividly in our own imaginations – and just then, they came out, both wrapped in full-size beach towels, revealing nothing at all. We sighed in disappointment as we saw nothing higher than calves or lower than their necks. “Damn,” Eric whispered, looking over. We watched with disappointment as they both made their way over to the opposite side of the pool from us and sat, still fully wrapped in their towels, facing away from us.

“Time for the grand entrance,” I suggested.

“Ah, hell, why not?” Eric agreed.

Eric then slowly stood up, trying not to attract too much attention at first and moved over to the edge of the pool. Enrique stood up from his chair, and acting as if it were all spontaneous, pushed Eric, shoes and all into the pool. Everyone immediately turned and looked our way, both laughing at Eric and cheering on Enrique. Taking the cue, I immediately stood up and sent Enrique almost head first into the pool right beside Eric. The cheering was then focused on me and everyone was sharing in the laughter. And of course, just as planned, when I went over to offer Eric a hand to get out of the pool, he pulled me in, shoes and all as well, flipping over his head into the water. So, there, we had made the great quirky, patented entrance we had been planning.

Within the next five minutes, we were going off the diving boards in our clothes, shoes still on, while everyone began to loosen up a bit finally. I didn’t take note at first, but the five people in the pool soon turned into everyone but five people in the pool. It was then that Eric, Enrique, and I finally got the show we were hoping for earlier.

Monica stood up from her chair, dropped her towel, and walked over to the edge of the pool. We three watched with open mouths. Monica was wearing a red string bikini. The top was skimpy at best and we marveled at how much of Monica we had never seen before that we were seeing now. She really was very petite, flat stomach, small, curvy ass. Her bikini bottoms, tied in bows on the side, seemed to meet in the perfect shape right between her legs.

Of course, our attention turned away from Monica when Larena got up to join her. When Larena’s towel hit the floor, you could practically hear every guy in the party sigh, moan, or gasp, and hear the blood rushing from his brain to another part of his body. Already at about 34B on her way to a C, Larena’s white version of the same bikini top Monica was wearing did little to hide much of anything; wonderful cleavage, and of course, those dark nipples showing through a little, pointing right at us. Her little bottoms were the same as Monica’s, just in white. “Can’t wait to see that when it gets wet,” Enrique whispered to me and Eric.

“You know,” a voice whispered from the other direction, “you shouldn’t stare like that. Makes you look like you’ve never seen a girl before.”

It was Amelia. She was floating on an inflatable lounging mattress, holding on to it under her arms, her face lifted up over the water. Her chest was smothered into the mattress and her firm, round ass stuck up out of the water under those little wet denim shorts.

“You’ll have to forgive me,” I said, trying not to be too embarrassed, “it’s not every day that we get to see girls we know in bikinis.” I was hoping she’d remember back to our conversation, and her big smile made me see that she did.

“And what do you think of mine,” Amelia said, grinning. “It’s not as revealing, but that leaves more to wonder about, right? Leaves a little mystery?”

“Oh, really?” I asked, turning to see if we were attracting much attention from anyone, “and what is it I am supposed to wonder about?”

“Just what it is that I know I have you wondering about right now. If I am wearing my white, frilly, lacy, see-through panties with the little white bow under my shorts.”

As Amelia was saying this to me, I saw Larena out of the corner of my eye as she slowly made her way down the steps and into the water. Just hearing Amelia describe her panties had me thinking of just one thing. “Well, I guess you nailed it,” I said. “That is definitely what I am thinking right now.”

“Well, I’m sure by the way you were all waiting for Larena to get that white bikini wet, you know that white becomes even more see-through when it gets wet.”

I was about to jump on top of her and had to hold myself back with every second I watched her wonderful countenance taunt me even more. “Yes,” I smiled and nodded

By this time, Larena had swum over to where Monica was sitting on the edge of the pool. She put her hands up on the side and every guy in the place looked with bugging eyes as she lifted herself out of the water to sit next to Monica. “Now look,” Amelia said. “Poor Larena’s little white bikini is all see-through.”

I did look, and of course, not just because Amelia told me to do so. The first thing I saw as Larena lifted herself out of the water with her back turned towards us was the way that the white material had in fact turned very see-through. The bikini bottoms had ridden up her ass a bit and were clinging to her dark skin. As she turned around and sat next to Monica, I saw those dark nipples perfectly outlined and of course, her bottoms were see-through enough that you could make out that sexy patch of dark pubic hair.

“Slut,” Amelia sighed under her breath, shaking her head.

“Oh, and you wouldn’t look the same way in that same bikini?” I asked.

“Oh, I know I would,” Amelia said, “and that is why I would never wear it out in public like that. I keep those things reserved for a select few.”

I turned my gaze from Larena and met Amelia’s smile. “Really?”

“Yeah.” Amelia kicked over a little closer to me. “What would you say,” she whispered, “if I told you that I had on those white, frilly, lacy, see-through panties with the little white bow on right now?”

“I’d say that I didn’t believe you,” I whispered back.

“I’ll prove it to you,” Amelia whispered into my ear. “Meet me in the changing cabana in a few minutes and lock the door after you come in.” Without another word, she slid off the floating air mattress and swam to the other side of the pool. I stood, half in shock, and of course, in wonderment.

“Damn,” I heard Enrique say under his breath as I jarred my mind away from Amelia. I turned and looked to see Leandra splashing water up at Monica and Monica holding her hands out to try to stop her as they both giggled and laughed. Eric, enthralled in watching Monica and Larena, apparently had not noticed even the slightest bit of the conversation I just had with his sister and barely even took note when I said, “Hey, I’m going to the bathroom, I’ll be back.” I slowly made my way to the other side of the pool, realizing for the first time in a long while that I was still wearing a pair of high-top sneakers, my white cotton socks, a pair of jeans, and a button-down shirt, completely submerged to my neck in a swimming pool.

I left more water in a trail from the pool to the changing cabana than the oceans held, but still, thanks to the spectacle that Monica and Larena were causing with their splashing and laughing, no one, especially Eric and Enrique, saw me sneak inside the changing cabana and instantly lock the door behind me. It was dark when I walked in. I was virtually trembling with anticipation thinking about Amelia as I fumbled for the light switch. After knocking over a few things on one of the dresser tables and muffling a yell as I slammed my foot into the leg of the same dressing table, my fingers finally hit the light switch.

The cabana was about the size of a small bedroom, complete with a couch and a chair. The room was littered with duffel bags and piles of clothes. Everyone at the party had changed and left their clothes in there. To my surprise, though, no Amelia. I then looked over to a wicker divider that was nestled towards one of the corners of the cabana, and saw a shadow behind it. What made my eyes widen, however, was that Amelia’s orange bikini top and denim shorts with the white lace trim were slung over the partition.

“I’m here,” I said, almost in a whisper.

“Glad to see you made it,” she said. “I was hoping no one else would make it in before you did. I turned the light off just in case.”

“Yeah,” I said with a sigh, “I noticed.”

“Well,’ she laughed, “it’s not like I didn’t hear you come in.”

I laughed. “So, uh, I hope you don’t mind me asking what you are doing back there.”

“Oh, nothing at all. I’m just getting ready for you.”

“Really?” I said with anticipation. “Need any help?”

I watched her shadow against the divider with ever-growing anticipation. “Oh, no, I’m just about done.”

Before I could think of anything else to say as I positioned myself into the chair that was facing the divider, I saw Amelia’s head peek around the corner. “You’re a mess,” she said with a smile. “Did you bring anything else to change into?”

“Yeah, my bathing suit,” I smiled, looking down at my sopping clothes, “but it’s sure not in here. I left it out in the living room.”

“That’s OK,” she said with a bit of a wink. “We’ll just have to get you out of those wet clothes.”

“OK.” I said, looking at her dark eyes. There was a short pause as we just looked at each other, and then she said with a firm tone, “Well, take the wet clothes off, already.”

I was a bit embarrassed, but I figured it was the least I could do at this point since apparently, the girl was standing there in nothing but her wet little panties. Amelia continued to peek around the divider as I proceeded with the lengthy process of removing my wet shoes, wet socks, wet jeans, and wet shirt. I slopped them all down onto the wood floor and sat back down in the chair, trying not to act the slightest bit apprehensive as I sat in nothing but my wet white cotton underwear.

“What about the underwear?” she asked.

“Oh no,” I smiled, “you come out here first and then we’ll see about taking the underwear off.”

“Well,” she said, running her fingers up through her dark, still drying curly strands, “you drive a hard bargain, but you’ve been a good boy so far.”

“Have I?” I asked, coyly, playing the game.

“Well,’ she said, looking me over, “I believe that I told you if you were a good boy, I’d show you those white, frilly, lacy, see-through panties with a little white bow.”

“That you did, and you also just said that I’ve been a good boy, so let me see them.”

“Yes, I did say that,” Amelia said, “but there’s a bit more to my panties right now, so I’m afraid I’m going to have to up the deal a bit.”

I was growing so anxious now that it was hard for me not to just get up out of the chair and move over to her, yet at the same time, I found myself in enjoyment of the little game that she was playing with me. “All right, what’s the final part of the deal?” I asked.

“Take off your underwear.”

“And why should I do that?” I asked, purposely taunting back.

“Well, I had these little panties on in the water and believe me,” Amelia looked away from me and back behind the shield of the divider down at her panties, “you can see a bit more now that they are soaking wet. You taking off the underwear only seems fair at this point.”

Amelia looked back to me and then, when our eyes met, I couldn’t help myself. I would have done pretty much anything at that point. I stood as slowly as I could and then, slowly pulled my underwear down to the floor. I then sat back down, awaiting my prize. “There you go,” I said.

My eyes were about burst from their sockets as Amelia finally stepped out from behind the divider. She obviously had this planned because she managed to be wearing not only the panties, but a white lacy bra whose straps had been hidden under her long hair, as well as a pair of little three-inch white high heels. The panties were just as she had described. They were all lace on the side with a small filly edging and a completely sheer nylon panel from her waist, down underneath to completely the other side at the small of her back. At the top of the front, just below her firm tanned belly, about the size of a silver dollar, was a little white bow. Amelia was not exaggerated, either because with the panties being wet, both the lace and the sheer nylon panel were entirely see-though.

“The infamous white bow,” I said with a smile as I briefly looked up from the panties to Amelia’s face as she began to walk towards me.

“I take it you like it, then,” she said.

“Oh yes,” I said as I noticed more and more with each step just how see-through her wet white panties were.

“You know,” she said, “they normally are a bit see-through, but I’ve never worn them wet before. I like ‘em. You can see right through them.”

“You sure can,” I said as I reached my arms up from my sitting position and put them on her hips, my hands tingling at the touch of her soft skin and the feel of the wet lace on her hips. It was then that I noticed there was a bit of a different kind of moisture on the nylon between her legs. I saw that she was clearly turned on, so I decided to roll with it. I took my right hand off her hip and put it right over her lips which I could easily see through the wet panties. The wet, cold nylon was a wonderful sensation as it touched her hot flesh. I felt like I was in heaven, as did Amelia, as she let out a sigh. “Oh yeah,” she whispered, “that feels wonderful.”

I listened to her sighs and moans as I rubbed into her lips, finding her clit with my right hand and caressed her body with my left. Finally, turned on beyond the point I could handle, I eased down and sat on the floor with my back leaning against the chair. I then crouched under her, my head moving between her thighs and my playful tongue licking her through the wet panties. The sensations were indescribable...warm wetness in my mouth and my hand caressing her body over the cold wet lace and nylon of the back of the panties. I continually sucked on the panties and her clit, sucking in her juices and the warm water...a wonderful taste.

“Oh yeah,” Amelia sighed as she began to push her pelvis into my face. “You’re gonna make me cum.” Exactly what I wanted to do....

I then eased myself through Amelia’s legs and stood up behind her. My eyes could barely believe the wonderful sight of her wet white panties and the white bra against her dark skin as Amelia responded and spread her feet to shoulders’ width and bent forward, her hands resting on the arms of the chair. I reached to her waist and clasped my fingers on to her panties, gently sliding them down as far as I could. Amelia then raised her right leg and pulled it through the panties. She then let the panties fall, as they came to rest around her left ankle.

It was sheer heaven as I gently slid into her warm, wet pussy, my hands gripping on to her hips. As I began to gently slide in and out of her, Amelia’s moans grew louder and she raised up on to the balls of her feet, her white high heels accenting her dark legs and the white panties around her ankle. Amelia turned her head over her shoulder, looking back to me with lustful eyes, “Cum on me,” she moaned. “Please...cum on me. I’ve never had a boy do that before and I want to know what that feels like.”

The words acted as a command, her lustful yes exciting me so badly. It wasn’t many seconds more before I quickly pulled out of her and let my cum shoot up on to her back as Amelia’s own warm wet juices streamed down her upper inner thighs. I groaned so loudly as I came, Amelia’s body shuttering in my hands. As soon as we both stopped shaking from the incredible experience, we collapsed together in the chair, her in my lap, my arms wrapped around her, my cum warm and sticky between our bodies.

“Oh, my God,” I whispered to her, “that was wonderful.”

Amelia smiled a beautiful smile. “Oh, I agree.” She sighed heavily a few times and then said, “I really think we will have to do this again sometime, but we probably better not push our luck and stay too long in here.”

“Yeah, I know,” I agreed. “We’ve gotten pretty lucky so far, haven’t we?”

We sat together for some time longer, holding each other and kissing, but also knew we’d been out of sight for a long while. We reluctantly decided to get cleaned up, get dressed, and get back to the party. Leaving the changing cabana five minutes apart, we hoped no one had seen us and the fact I didn’t hear anything about it later when we were back at school proved it to be true. Either way, I hoped that after the amazing time we just had together, Amelia would make sure our next encounter would be soon....

Miss Anderson, A True Fantasy

            In October of my eighth-grade year, I happened to stumble across a daydream about Miss Anderson. “A teacher?” you ask. Well, not just any teacher. The girls athletics coach and physical education teacher. She was a beauty, age 24, the girlfriend of a professional basketball player, and an ex-cheerleader. She stood about 5-10, long dark permed slightly curly hair, very tan, wonderfully firm body. Her breasts were ample and of course firm, and she was, needless to say, the subject of much conversation in the guy’s locker room at school.

            My first class was physical education, and it being Halloween, we didn’t do much because everyone was in costume. I, of course, to save the embarrassment, chose to sit out the costume festivities. A wise choice, if you ask me. Anyway, sitting quietly in the background as everyone compared and admired costumes between the guys and the girls, I got to spend more than a few extra moments watching Miss Anderson, who of course, was wearing her college cheerleading uniform.

            She looked wonderful. Brand new white tennis shoes, little white bobby socks with yellow trim, white pleated cheer skirt with yellow and white trim on the bottom and a tight white cotton knitted sweater with a green and yellow ‘W’ emblazoned across those amazing breasts. It was the classic cheerleader uniform. Sure, it was much like the same ones that our girls wore to school, but they sure as hell didn’t fill it like Miss Anderson did. She had her hair up in a pony tail and it was tied off with a large yellow bow. She was trying to look younger than she really was, and that did more for me than the young girls at my school trying to look older ever did.

            Fortunately for me, I had my eyes locked on her throughout the morning class, from the time she walked out of the office and we all got our first glimpse of her until I disappeared to go to my next class, some forty-eight minutes later. I say fortunately, because, there were three separate occasions when the wind played havoc with that little pleated skirt. Twice while she was facing away from me, and once while she was facing me, just feet away. The first time, she was taking roll for her class and a sudden gust of wind lifted the skirt. She couldn’t get her hands down there fast enough because she was holding her clipboard in one hand and writing with the other. As tight as they could possibly be, a pair of white satin, full-back panties gripped her firm tanned ass, fringed in lace that seemed to flutter in the wind. I smiled as she looked around, hoping that no one had seen. No one had taken particular notice because they were too busy, but that just gave more for my eyes to hoard and covet. Apparently, I thought as I laughed to myself, she must have lost the big cotton briefs that are supposed to go under that skirt.

            The second time her skirt flew up, Miss Anderson was just about to sit on the bleachers where all the girls were talking and admiring each other’s costumes. Just as she began to lower herself to sit, the skirt flipped up again. She didn’t even really notice that one, because the only thing that put the skirt back down was when she sat on the bleacher. My mouth was watering just looking at those lovely white panties, but the third time was the charm. It was close to the end of the class period and she was standing, waiting for the bell to ring for dismissal. She was standing with her legs at about shoulder-width, facing right at me, holding her clipboard to her chest and staring off at something. Just as if I had commanded the wind to do so, her skirt blew up completely, the bottom hem almost touching her beautiful full breasts. Before my eyes, just feet away, I saw the angling slope of those white panties go under her firm belly. The front was nothing but sheer white lace and I found out that she was definitely sporting her natural hair color with those long, permed curls.

            Needless to say, I kept replaying those images in my mind over and over again all day long. Finally, by my last class, exhausted from the boring day, I began to dose off. Sitting quietly at my desk in the back row of my science class, my reality slipped into a dream, and what a wondrous dream it was....

            I was standing right outside the girls’ locker room. It was mid-afternoon and it felt late in the day. There was no breeze and no sound, as if everything was completely still. I glanced around and found to my astonishment, the students all over the school had been frozen, as if a still picture had been taken and was in front of my eyes. A car on the road had been stopped in its tracks, and also, an airplane above. I walked up to friends of mine as they were stopped in the entranceway that led to the locker room, but they could not see or hear me in their frozen state. I stumbled around like this for a few minutes, taking in this odd situation, and then being a horny, thirteen-year-old boy, immediately thought that if no one could see me or hear me, I needed to take this opportunity to explore a place where I was normally forbidden and was the fantasy lair for every schoolboy – the girls locker room.

            I slowly crept in, almost skulking, unsure if as soon as I made way inside, everyone would unfreeze and there I’d be standing, caught in my exploration. I made my way through the entrance door, around a corner, and just as easily as I would have walked into any boys locker room in the world, I found myself right in the middle of every thirteen year old boy’s forbidden lair.

            I marveled at the girls I saw, half-dressed, in the middle of changing. I looked for familiar faces, but saw none. I found it strange that all the girls I saw half-naked were not ones that I recognized, though each one of them was beautiful and fit with perfect breasts and tight little bodies. There were redheads and blondes and brunettes, all girls roughly my age. I definitely found myself disappointed that I did not know any of them.

            But then, as my gaze wandered through the locker room at each of these beauties, my eyes fixed on the glass window of the office. There, Miss Anderson sat. Every thought of skulking flew out the window as I quickly made my way over to the office and stepped inside. She sat motionless in a chair, in that wonderfully sexy cheer uniform, looking down on a grade sheet, her hand stopped in the middle of a letter. I marveled at her beauty as if looking at a picture out of a fitness magazine. I then stood behind her as she sat in the chair, reached my hand forward, placing it on her shoulder, and then leaned down to press my lips to her soft cheek. Instantly, she unfroze, turned her head and pressed her lips to mine. She began to kiss me as her tongue found its way into my mouth. I heard her moans and felt her sighs.

            Slowly, she pulled away from me and looked into my eyes. I was lost in her beauty. “What are you doing?” she asked.

            “Just sit back and enjoy yourself,” I said with a sly smile as I stood upright. I reached my hands to the back of her chair and swung her around to face me. She looked up to me, so beautiful, with a playful smile. I looked deep into her sensuous brown eyes as I slowly knelt down on the floor before her, my hands resting on her soft, smooth knees. My eyes reluctantly left hers, but found something so much more exciting as I gently separated her knees, opening her legs. The small little white pleated skirt opened up with her widening legs and my eyes now saw those little white lace panties right before them. My eyes then returned to hers and she smiled, knowing what I wanted. She reached down with her hands, long red fingernails shining in the light and lifted up the front of her little cheer skirt, pulling it up to her chest. I returned the smile as my eyes lowered back to the wonderful sight of her perfect little dark landing strip of pubic hair under the white lace.

            As slowly and as sensuously as I could muster, I leaned forward until my head was between her legs and the tip of my tongue was gently caressing the warm white lace of her panties. I spent a good couple of minutes just gently caressing her with my tongue through the sheer lace which was now wet with both my saliva and her sweet juices. My ears were awash in her sexy sighs and moans. Then, as I could no longer wait to taste that beautiful wetness in my mouth, pulled her panties to the side and began to caress her clit with my tongue. “Oh yeah,” she sighed, “that feels good.”

            I looked up from my spot between her legs and Miss Anderson smiled at me through her passion-glazed state. I smiled back and held my glance to hers as long as I could while I returned my tongue to her glistening, sweet-tasting clit. As I continued to lick and suck ever faster and harder, Miss Anderson began to sigh and moan even more. Her soft, sexy noises only made me want to please her more and do all that I could to satisfy her. It wasn’t long before she was arching her back in the chair and her pelvis was shaking as her wonderful juices flowed out into my mouth.

            As Miss Anderson gave a sigh and sat up in the chair once more, she looked down to me with a huge smile. “Oh, you do that so well, especially for someone your age.”

            I returned her smile. “I had a little practice on my vacation last year.”

            “Sounds like you had fun.” she said with raised eyebrows. “Well, now it’s my turn. I’ve been practicing, too,” she smirked.

            I watched with gaping jaw as she stood up out of her chair, her hands resting down on my shoulders. I looked up, still marveling at the sight before me. Tight white sweater, her ample breasts pushing out against the cotton material, that tiny little cheer skirt, and of course, the white lace panties that were still moved over to the side, exposing that beautiful pussy.

            “Stand up,” she commanded. I was more than happy to oblige.

            Miss Anderson turned me around and pushed down on my shoulders, forcing me to sit in the chair. I then watched with awe as she lowered down to her knees, crossing her feet over each other at her ankles. She looked up into my eyes and continued to smile as her hands reached to her waist and grabbed the bottom of her sweater. With a quick, motion, she pulled the sweater up over her head and flung it onto the desk behind me. Her firm, tanned breasts looked so inviting under the white sheer lace-cup bra. She then slowly opened her mouth and closed her eyes a bit as she let out a sigh and licked the underside of her top lip.

            I felt myself wanting to explode just from the wondrous sight before my eyes, but I knew there was still more to come. Without a word, Miss Anderson went about the task of undoing my shorts and pulling them down so that she could free my rock-solid cock. After a few strokes of her gentle hands, accented with their bright red long fingernails, she took the head of my cock into her mouth. It didn’t take many strokes of her well-trained tongue and bright red lips until she was stroking me with her hands, her mouth open and just inches from the tip as my cum shot all over the place.

            When I opened my eyes, I looked down to find her with a brilliant smile on her face as she swallowed, a great deal of my cum still on her lips and face. “Oh,” she sighed. “There was a lot. You must have been saving it up.”

            I smiled. “That was all just from watching you walk around in that cheer uniform today.”

            Miss Anderson then stood up, turned around, and bent over just enough to expose her wonderfully shaped ass contoured underneath her little pleated cheer skirt right before me. “Well, I hope pussy-licking wasn’t the only thing you practiced on your trip last year. I expect you to finish the job. It’s my turn to cum.”

            I’ll admit that I tried to hide my enthusiasm to a point that allowed me to appear at least a little mature, but I’ll also admit that it did not work. I nearly knocked Miss Anderson over as I jumped to my feet and struggled to finish pulling my shorts down my legs as fast as I could. As soon as I kicked away my shorts, I moved in behind her. It was sheer heaven as I flipped up that little white cheer skirt and made sure those little white satin full-back panties were well out of my way. She was so wet that it nearly made me cum again as I slid inside that warm, sexy, wet pussy of hers. I concentrated so hard on pleasing her as I held her hip with my right hand and slid my left hand in front of her to gently massage her firm breast and hard-nipple through her white lace bra. “Oh yes,” she said with a very happy smile. “This is just how I like it. You make me cum and I’ll be sure to keep you busy the rest of the school year.”

            Best words of encouragement I’d ever heard! All I could think about was pleasing her, pounding that firm little body of hers harder and harder from behind, wanting so bad to hear her soft sighs progress into screams of passion, when suddenly, with a start I jumped as the bell rang and I awoke to find myself sitting at my desk, head resting on my books and everyone around me rushing to get out of the classroom.

            As I gathered my things and my composure, I headed for the door, being sure to cover my rock-hard cock in my shorts as best I could with my books. I realized that even though this was just a fantasy, I would never look at Miss Anderson the same way again. I only hoped that all of my future fantasies would be this good...