Indoor Beach Party

Lacy Lennon, Lily Larimar, Indica Monroe, and Apryl Rein were geared up for the beach when rain slammed them hard. They stood there pissed, moaning that the whole day was fucked. Then Indica piped up. Her folks were out, the house was empty, why not throw their own beach party right here? Fucking genius. No waves, just four smokin-hot babes in nothing but string bikinis and bad intentions. They ripped off their shorts and tops until nothing covered them but tiny triangles of fabric. The moment they hit the living room they started talking about sex like pervs in a sauna. Turns out they were all virgins. Apryl admitted she’d never even locked lips with another girl. Lacy’s eyes lit up. “Indica,” she grinned, “give her that first one.” Apryl’s heart pounded, but her nipples were stiff under the thin bikini cups. Indica stepped close, cupped her face, and laid one on her—tongue sliding deep, filthy, and wet. Lacy and Lily watched, thighs squeezing, breathing faster. That was all it took. Lacy slapped her thigh and declared, “Fuck it, let’s pop each other’s cherries. Right here, right now.” Bikini tops hit the floor. Four pairs of perfect, perky tits bounced free. Rain slammed the windows, and all four girls smiled, already wet in places the sun would never touch.