Everybody loves Georgia Peaches.
Birdie wanted to get away from Georgia and spend a weekend in Key West. Her hubby couldn't go, so Birdie invited her bosom buddy, Trixie. Trixie was a platinum blond, while Birdie had fiery red hair.
Both girls were definitely Georgia Peaches.
That Friday, Trixie drove down the Keys, and before finding a hotel, they spotted a sandy beach—and couldn't wait to swim. In the backseat, the naked girls slipped into their new, string bikinis.
"Oh my, I guess I should've tried it on first." Trixie laughed. "This bikini bra is so small, just two-inch triangles of fabric that barely cover my jutting nipples."
Birdie laughed. "It's not a bra, it's nipple holsters. And the bikini bottoms are so skimpy my red pubes poke out all over. Gosh, it looks like my pussy's on fire."
"Hell Birdie, your twat's always on fire."
They jumped into the ocean, and the cold water made their puffy nipples puff out even more. Two black lifeguards, Dante and Marcus, swam up.
"Hey ladies, nice Torpedo Tits. But this is a topless beach." Dante winked. "Lose the tops or we'll have to ticket your titties."
"Bombs away!" Trixie goggled and tossed her bikini top, releasing her torpedoes. Birdie tossed hers too. Their buoyant tits bounced in the water.
After a titty inspection—and some groping— the lifeguards swam away.
Birdie and Trixie finished their swim and tanned topless. Then they walked back to their car and... It wasn't there! Stolen. Everything was gone. All their clothes, money, and credit cards. Shit.
Marcus called the cops. Trixie texted her husband to send money.
When the cops left, Dante rubbed Birdie's round ass. "The money won't be here until Monday. Why don't you babes stay with me and Marcus at our bungalow?"
The stunned women stared at the lifeguards. "Ladies, it's the least we can do for stranded tourists. Jamal's our other roommate, but he's a bartender and won't be home until late."
Trixie bit her lip. Her husband would have a frickin' stroke if he knew she'd shared a house with three muscular black guys. Trixie started to say no when Birdie yelled, "SURE! We'll take it!"
"Excellent, we'll meet at the bar later. Oh, naked boobs aren't allowed in town." Dante laughed. "I ain't complaining but here's some t-shirts." He tossed the shirts at their tits.
Birdie giggled. "Now we'll have something to wear besides our bush-covers."
Trixie held up her new shirt. "It's only a half shirt. The thing barely covers my jugs."
Birdie giggled. "And it has the word 'BOBBER.' Whatever the fuck that means."
The sweaty girls ran to the showers, but only one stall was open, so both women crowded into it. Pulling off their thongs. The naked girls squeezed under the showerhead, their plump boobs pressing together as they washed.
Trixie and Birdie always showered together in college, and they didn't think twice about sharing a shower or having their lusty, nude bodies rubbing together. Or sucking each other's nipples.
Afterall they were Bosom Buddies. They laughed and soaped up each other's tits.
With no towels, the girls pulled on the new shirts while their tits were still wet. The too-tight shirt clung to their bulging breasts. And their long nipples and wrinkly areolas stuck out through the wet shirts.
The word 'BOBBER' ran across the tops of their boobs.
After slipping on their bikini bottoms, the girls went into the bar. Everyone whistled at them like it was Wet T-shirt Night. Dante yelled, "Wow, I be craving some sweet Georgia peaches."
Birdie giggled and pointed to her shirt. "Anyone know what BOBBER means?"
The guys laughed, and Dante walked up. "Tonight is Ladies Night, free drinks for the ladies. Are you two Ladies?"
"Sometimes," laughed Birdie. "You guys are too good to be true."
"Of course. We're always friendly to big-titted tourists." Dante yelled. "Hey Jamal, hook these babes up with some beers and Bacardi shots."
"Ya'll are knights in shining armor coming to the aid of us southern damsels."
"Yes Trix, black knights with extra-long lances." Dante winked at Trixie, and everyone chuckled. Jamal set up five shots. "To Big boobs and Big Fun!"
Marcus, Dante, Jamal, Birdie, and Trixie clinked their shot glasses. The girls spent the night drinking. By closing time, the Georgia Peaches were so drunk they couldn't find the floor with both hands.
Marcus helped Birdie stumble to the door. Dante had to carry Trixie. His strong hands lifted her up, gripping the bottom of her bulging tits.
Trixie looked down, embarrassed to see her nipples poke up. She watched them harden, with her entire areola puffing out.
