* All characters older than 18 *
* I meant to make a note in earlier versions but this is set in the early 90s. No mobile phones at the time.*
Leanne's car had just pulled up in Sherry's driveway as I was leaving. We'd last seen each other in Sherry's lounge room at about 1am that morning, just after Leanne had caught me masturbating (complete with cumshot). Neither of us had really said anything at the time, but I knew she had told Sherry what had happened. Sherry certainly hadn't been offended (quite the contrary) and now I found myself hoping that Leanne wasn't either. It was embarrassing enough being caught, but I didn't have to want to deal with the extra humiliation of having disgusted anyone.
She wound down her window and looked up with a smile.
"Hiya, when did you leave this morning and what are you doing here now?" she asked.
"I woke up early and decided to head home without waking everyone. Besides, I had to do some laundry," I replied, deciding honesty was the best policy. There wasn't much to hide in any case. "I came back with the laundry and had a swim."
"Right," said Leanne, "about last night, I'm really sorry about sneaking up on you like that, I didn't mean to spy or peep, I was just coming out to talk to you. I didn't mean to embarrass you."
"Well, it is an embarrassing thing, no doubt about it. How about we just move on?" I asked.
"We can do that," she said and followed up with, "What's Sherry up to?"
I assumed Sherry was still out by her pool, sleeping off her hangover. It turns out she'd invited Leanne over for a swim in the afternoon. I was now also extremely relieved Leanne hadn't arrived 30 minutes earlier, or she wouldn't have just seen me jerking off, she would have seen me and her friend Sherry both masturbating. That would have required some additional explanation.
Leanne wasn't sure what to do. She didn't really want to wake Sherry. She didn't know Sherry was nearly naked in all her BBW glory by the pool either. She did want to go for a swim though.
"Do you want to go to the beach?" she asked, "I want a swim but I don't really feel like hanging out on my own."
I was nearly ready for a nap myself if I was being honest, but I did find a trip to the beach hard to turn down. I agreed to go along as long as we could stop at my parents house on the way to let them know what was going on. I jumped in her car and we drove off.
Leanne and I had gone to high school together but hadn't interacted much. We shared some classes in the early years but nothing more recently. Leanne had been a bit of an ugly duckling, but had certainly grown up since. She was wearing a black Guns'n'Roses tee shirt and a pair of denim shorts. Her dark blonde hair was still in two plaits from the night before when she'd been dressed up as a cheerleader. That previous evening I'd been surprised how easily I had gotten along with a crew I felt I hardly knew, although alcohol had been involved as a 'social lubricant'. On the drive to the beach we chatted about music and GnR who I was a bit surprised Leanne had even heard of, let alone been a fan of. In my mind she had always been a part of a dorky group of 'outsider' girls who never said too much and would not be interested in hard rock music.
"Maybe I'm not so different to you," she observed, "leave the high school bullshit and stereotyping behind, for gods sake."
That was a good suggestion, particularly as I had been quite a nerd myself, and I resolved to move on and take this new friendship as it happened, without any baggage. We arrived at the beach, grabbed our gear out of the car and walked down to the hot sand. It was crowded with locals and holiday-makers alike. We walked down to the water's edge where the sand was cooler and firmer and then kept strolling along the beach until the crowd thinned out a little. We dropped our towels and her beachbag where there was some free sand. It was a hot day and after the walk along the beach I was ready to cool off straight away. Leanne was too, "might as well go straight in, hey?" she asked, and then took off her t-shirt.
Again, I had to marvel at how she'd changed. My memories of her when we were 13 or so were of a small barrel-shaped girl who seemed to try to hide from sight. She was now a chubby goddess (if curves were your thing) with very large breasts being held in place by a black bikini top. She quickly removed her shorts to reveal a black bikini bottom too. It wasn't high cut or anything like that but fit her curves like a glove. She had wide hips and a big ass...nothing like Sherry's size though (Leanne had a proper waist). 'A chubby goddess,' I thought as she walked towards the water.
I quickly stripped off my own shirt and walked quickly behind her, admiring the sway of her hips as she strode through the soft sand. The bikini had ridden up her ass a little, and it was hard to look away. I caught up and we waded into the water together.
"Freezing," she gasped.
It was cold, not exactly freezing, but cold all the same. I waded in to slightly deeper water and dove straight in. Once I resurfaced I saw Leanne had come out a little deeper, but was now hesitating.
"Come on in, it's magnificent!" I called, slowly swimming back towards her.
"If you splash me I'll kill you!" she shouted back.
I had no intention of splashing, so I just waited in the chest deep water. Leanne took a few more cautious steps and was now about waist deep, she took a deep breath and dropped down into the water, and then shot back up gasping, spluttering and yelling, "COLD!" I politely suggested it was not that bad and that she was overreacting.
"Fuck you," was the less than polite response. She ducked back under and then started to swim strongly away from the shore. Precise powerful strokes that propelled her quickly. After about 50 metres she stopped and swam back. Once she got back to me she panted, "too cold, I'm getting out." I watched as she waded out of the water. The swimming and/or the wading had caused her swimsuit to ride further up her ass, two chubby but firm cheeks now glistening in the sun. Sadly for me she adjusted her suit and then continued up the beach to our towels. After a few more minutes enjoying the cool clear water I followed. She was lying face down on her towel, pale skin already drying. I quickly dried off and put on my shirt before lying on my towel next to her.
For the next 30 minutes we lay there in the sun talking. We chatted about University life, we were at different schools in the same city, and studying for different degrees. We both agreed it was nice to be out of our hometown during the school year, but also nice to be back over summer. We both enjoyed campus life and the freedom that went with it. We had only done about a year of study and so were still in the honeymoon period: enjoying the lifestyle and not stressing about results yet.
