A very slutty competition…

Standing in the doorway of our room, towel wrapped around my body, watching the sunset break apart on the surface of the hotel's infinity pool, I finally admitted it to myself…

I was horny.

Not just a little bit horny. Not just tipsy-on-holiday horny.

I needed to fuck.

And that meant I needed to win the competition.

Behind me, Julie emerged from the bathroom in her white bikini, her hair in a loose braid, a few strands falling around her face. She looked great, just like always, and I gave her a smile. Max was already outside, sitting at the shallow steps with the water lapping around his waist. He looked good, too; his hair damp, droplets on his chest, arms resting on the tiles behind him. He was looking at the sunset, and I wondered if he was remembering his ex-girlfriend. If so, I was hopefully about to change that.

“Hey, Max,” I said, stepping out to meet him. Before he could answer, I unhooked my towel and threw it onto one of the loungers, revealing the new bikini I picked up earlier; the one I had snuck into my bag without Julie knowing.

“Holy shit, Sarah,” she said from somewhere behind me. I ignored her, smiling to myself as I continued my trajectory toward Max, swinging my hips and letting my breasts bounce naturally, a movement I normally minimised as much as possible. But not today. Sideboob, underboob, cleavage–it all bounced and rippled with each step, the new bikini doing little to contain me. The top was essentially two tiny sheer triangles held together by a few narrow pieces of fabric, offering almost no coverage. The bottoms were cut so high they rode over the curve of my hips and barely covered me. I lowered myself into the water and floated for a moment, allowing my body’s natural buoyancy to lift my breasts and nipples. I turned to Julie.

“Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to join me?”

The flicker of something in her eyes. Jealousy? Shock? Maybe even arousal. She looked at Max and then slipped into the water, wading over to me with a grin.

“You really look amazing,” she whispered. “So slutty.”

“Thanks,” I said, suddenly feeling a little bashful. “You too.”

“Well, duh!” she said, teasing me, moving a little closer as she did so.

I pulled away and turned to Max.

“Hey! Could you take a couple of pictures?” I asked, trying to make it sound offhand, like I didn’t care at all, like I hadn’t planned it. I swam toward the shallow ledge where he was sitting and looked up at him. “You can use your phone if you like and then just send them to me.”

“Uh, yeah! Sure!” Max pulled out his phone and I tossed my hair back, tilting my head slightly, pushing my tits together, making them bulge even more dramatically from the fabric.

“Does that look good, Max?”

“Yes,” he said. “You look really great with the sunset behind you.”

“Get one of me too,” Julie said. She stepped up onto the ledge, water streaming down her body. She bent slightly, arching her back and sticking out her ass. Max swivelled toward her, the golden light catching the curve of her waist, the swell of her chest, the braid over her shoulder. She moved her hips from side to side as Max took the pictures.

Slut.

“Why don't you get back in and we do a few together?”

“Sure, if that’s what you want.”

Julie lowered herself back into the water and waded over to me, putting her arms around my waist. I returned the gesture, placing my hands on her hip, holding it tight, pulling her toward me. Max lifted his phone again.

“Wow,” Julie said, somewhat theatrically, cupping her hands lightly under my breasts and lifting them slightly. “Your tits look so full right now.”

“Uh-huh,” I said, leaning forward, pressing them into her fingers. Her eyes widened. I raised my eyebrows at her as if to say: yup, I’m not backing down this time. She grinned.

“Feeling brave, are you?” she asked, not breaking eye contact with me. “Then how about we get some topless ones?”

“Oh, uh–”

“Relax. It’s Europe. No one cares. And I’m sure Max would like it.”

Instinctively, moving before I knew I was going to do it, I turned my back to her, offering the thin string of my bikini. Without any further instruction, her fingertips found the knot, and a few moments later the strap slackened, the fabric shifting, falling loose in the water.

My breasts bounced with the recoil of being set free, and when I turned to Julie, her lips parted. For the first time since we’d arrived on this holiday, there was no smirk and no teasing.

“Holy shit,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

I stepped closer, letting the water carry the weight of my breasts.

“Your turn.”

Before she could respond, I reached out and slid the fabric from her shoulders. The bikini was tight and I had to apply a little force to dislodge it, her breasts springing free and her nipples hardening just as mine had done. To my surprise, her cheeks momentarily flushed red.

“Fuck, Sarah,” she whispered. “You’re trying so hard.”

I smiled. “So are you.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet.”

Her hands came up to cup the sides of my breasts, pushing them together, her thumbs gliding over my areola, then my nipple, a jolt of pleasure travelling through my body as I watched them spring back into place, my best friend’s hands all over my body. For a moment, I thought she was going to kiss me again, and I felt my eyelids flutter closed with a mixture of pleasure and nerves. Instead, she shouted across the water.

“Hey, Max! You should put down the phone and come and feel how heavy these are…”

“Julie!” I whispered. “That’s so naughty…”

Max hesitated.

“Come on. She wants you to. Don’t you Sarah?”

I closed my eyes and nodded.

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