It was another St. Louis summer. Sport could only be played in the morning or evening, the day was spent drinking ice tea and searching for shade, and the nights were hot and muggy. Becky lived in a little house on the edge of the city. Her parents ran a chain of restaurants- mainly burger joints and the like. They were wealthy but didn't splash out too much.
Frankie played lacrosse with Becky. Becky had always been the better one, having a slimmer and more dainty figure, whereas Frankie was a little taller and not so coordinated, although had a beautifully smooth and curvy body.
This year, Becky's parents had decided that they were going to a Caribbean island. It would have a more bearable heat and would be a wonderful experience too. And of course, Becky insisted that Frankie should accompany her. After all, they were best friends.
It was near the end of vacation, between the end of high school and the start of college, that the trip had been booked for. The plane was a regular Boeing- the usual commercial flight ones.
"God it's hot in here." Frankie fanned her sweaty face with a boarding pass.
"I know right? I'm just going to the loo okay?"
"Don't leave me alone too long, that kid keeps looking at me."
"An admirer perhaps?"
"A creepy one to be sure!"
Frankie watched as Becky picked her way down the aisle. They only had a quarter of the journey remaining now. Becky was short with straight chestnut hair that came to just below her little shoulders. She had a slim tummy with small breasts- Frankie guessed them to be an A cup. Her butt was delicate but probably firm.
Frankie looked down at herself. She had dark hair that was only slightly frizzy. It covered her breasts which were bigger, Frankie happily thought, than Becky's. She was a B cup, 34B to be precise. Her bum was fleshier but soft enough to touch. Both the girls had smooth, shaven legs.
She couldn't help but notice Becky's ass move up, down, up, down, as strolled.
When they arrived, the weather was perfect. But just when the girls were unpacking, Becky's parents came to the door.
"Honey, there's been an accident. One of the restaurants set on fire. Dad and I have discussed it. We'll return in 5 days. You'll be alright here."
"Really Mom?"
"Yes honey-bun. But we really have to go now. Behave!!"
She kissed her daughter goodbye and like that, the two girls were alone in the house.
"Aww honey-bunny aren't you cute," Frankie giggled.
"Hey! It's honey-bun!"
"Okay little girl."
"Shut up Frankie-pankie. Okay so I'm gonna go shower."
Becky left Frankie unpacking and took a towel to the bathroom. She took her lilac T-Shirt off and threw it down by the sink. Next were her jeans which she peeled off to reveal her panties, black with pink dots and frilly edges, like her bra. Those were soon gone too. She looked herself over in the mirror. Her boobs were little and firm with brown nipples sticking out in the center. She had always had quite brown skin, like a permanent tan. But not as dark to say she was mixed race or Latino or anything like that. Her vagina was shaven but untouched. Her lips weren't too accentuated beside her thighs, and she never touched herself. She had her shower, washing the shower gel across her back and front quickly. Then she rinsed it off and towelled beneath her legs and over her tummy. She laughed when she saw she had two droplets of water on her breasts- one from each nipple. She blew them off, one by one.
Then she walked back to the room. Frankie had finished packing and was waiting, towel in hand.
"You take for ages in the shower so be quick, alright?"
Frankie smiled. "Of course I will. Then let's go shopping."
"Oh my god. Yes. So definitely yes to shopping!"
Frankie took off her denim jacket and placed it neatly on the floor. Next was her green dress, which stayed on her stomach owing to the band of elastic at the top of it. She grabbed handfuls of the dress and yanked in off. She folded it and stacked in on top of her jacket. She had kicked off her sandals at the door and now she lifted her dark blue top above her head. And now she was only in her navy panties and bra, which she proceeded to take off. Her tits were perky and as Frankie proved, she could hold the underside of them in her palms with ease. They were full and big. Her pussy, as she had begun to call it, was unshaven. She stuck her forefinger inside, past the jungle of pubic hair. It was as warm as ever. She showed, washing the inside of her vagina with care, shampooing her mass of hair in that area too. She put in her forefinger again and flicked it up, brushing her large clitoris and sending a little jolt through her tummy. She wasn't fat, but she had enough flesh so that she wasn't über-skinny too. But then of course Becky had wanted her to be quick. She didn't finger herself much, only once a week really, and even then, she was a virgin, and could only fit one finger inside without her labia stretching and hurting.
They both dressed. Becky was in a soft grey top which had a low and baggy neckline, showing off her designer white bra. She wore white mini shorts and flip flops. Frankie was in a white t-shirt through which her vivid yellow bikini bra could be observed. She wore a frilly mini skirt which had a purple hem. She had turquoise socks and sneakers on too.
The first stop was the supermarket, where they bought all the essentials: sesame seed oil for cooking, flour, eggs, vegetables, fruit, bread- they had a five minute penis war with the baguettes, pretending they were a gay couple- and icing sugar. Then the other not-so-essential was the squirty UHT whipped cream that is so sweet and scrumptious.
Then the girls hit the clothes shops.
"Okay Frannie-"
"Stop it!" Frankie whined.
Becky giggled and pushed her shoulder, "Okay, okay stressy pants! Frankie. Let's meet here in twenty minutes with the clothes we want and then well decide what we buy?"
"Yeh but don't get too much?"
"Exactly."
In twenty minutes they met by the changing room.
Frankie asked, "What have you got?"
"Okay. Here goes-"
"Oh no-"
"Nah just kidding I don't have a huge list. I've got three pairs of panties, two bikinis, and these lovely pink shoes."
She held them up in awe.
"Awwhh they're so cute and sparkly!"
"I knew you'd love 'em."
"Okay so I have six pairs of panties and bras -matching ones-, two skirts, and a T-Shirt."
"Well let's try your skirts first. I don't think I even need to try the shoes, I just need the right size."
"Okay."
Frankie undid the zip on the back of her mini-skirt and pulled on the first skirt. It was pink with grey stripes.
"Frankie?"
"Yeh?"
"It's hideous!"
"Right, I thought it might be so, I just saw a woman in it earlier and she looked so good. Anyway, moving on."
Her next dress was a plain blue one, which both girls loved.
They kept on trying their chosen garments on until Frankie had only two sets of panties and bras left, and Becky had to choose whether to buy an extra bikini or not.
"See look," Becky said as she undid her bra, "it's fluorescent orange."
Her bra fell to the floor and she did up the bikini.
"It's nice but your nipples stick through."
"I kinda like that."
"Okay seriously, do you want to lose your cherry this holiday?"
"Definitely before college."
"Me too."
