So Natural

[Girlygurl]

"Are you sure about this, Mom? Everything is so....natural."

Tamara looked out over the beach from the balcony of her new home. She could see people swimming, surfing, and tanning by the water.

Her mother walked in carrying the last of Tamara's boxes. "Oh, honey, I know it's not New York City, but a lot of people love Hawaii that are from the city."

Tamara looked at her mom with an annoyed scowl, "People from the city vacation here. They don't live here."

Her mother took a deep breath and put her hands on her hips, "Well...you better just get used to it. I have a great job here and we are not going anywhere. So I suggest you make the best of it." Her mom left the room and closed the door behind her.

By the time Tamara had resistantly unpacked, she was ready to go to bed. She climbed into bed, dreading the following day when she had to go to her new school. She had to begin her senior year with people she didn't know and didn't really want to know. She finally drifted off to sleep.

Tamara (18) was a sophisticated city girl with wardrobe to match. She had long black hair that hung down to the middle of her back with perfect ivory skin and piercing blue eyes. She is very well-kept since she came from old family money.


Tamara woke up the next day and dragged herself out of bed to get ready for school. She wore a black collared shirt with grey pinstriped pants and black highheels. She definitely looked out of place for her new home and new school. She went downstairs where her mom was sitting at the dining room table while the maid served breakfast.

Her mom looked up from the business journal she was reading to say, "Oh, honey, I wish you would try to make an effort. Try some color next time. You're not in New York anymore."

Tamara rolled her eyes and grabbed a piece of toast. "I just want to get this over with. One year and I'll be able to go back to NY for college." She grabbed her keys and backpack then headed out the door to her black Eclipse Spyder.

When she arrived at school, everyone looked like they had just came in from the beach. They all looked so....natural.

After she parked, she dragged herself out of the car. She put on her black Gucci sunglasses and walked into the building. Everyone watched her as she made her way down the hall. The girls scowled and whispered while the guys seemed more intrigued.

She noticed a group of guys blocking where is locker is supposed to me. She breathed heavily and placed her sunglasses on the top of her head. She walked over to the group as they turned to look at her in awe.

"Can't you dudes mingle elsewhere? You're blocking my locker." This seemed to intrigue the guys even more, but they moved. One of them continued to look back at her as the group walked away, more intrigued than the others perhaps.

Tamara put some things in her locker and headed off to class.

((Ok....so I need my male character and some other students as well.))

 

[catlover]

out of here- did read the post and rechecked but missed the paragraph with her wearing pants

 

[bi_nicole21]

Krystal watched the new girl walk away in what appeared to be a bad mood. She could tell she was a rich city girl by the dark fashionable clothes she was wearing. They made her look really hot, but like she was going to a meeting. It was really out of place here on the islands.

Krystal smiled to herself as she turned back to her friends, her light sundress, long bright flowing hair, tanned skin and bright smiling face almost the complete opposite of Tamara. Krystal knew the new girl wouldn't last long. Every now and then they got a newcomer that looked like her, but it usually didn't take them long to relax and get used to the relaxed atmosphere.

Krystal thought Tamara could use a midnight bonfire on the beach, some good herb and maybe a good once over from some of the guys in her class. Out here, there were plenty of nice, friendly, gorgeous surfer and skater guys to pick from, and everyone in their circle tended to fool around with one another out of good fun. If Tamara could loosen up a little, maybe she would have a place with them.

 

[Shoeguy2369]

OOC: -thwaps 'Frank' if your gonna post in a thread to join, at least make an effort to read the opening story line. She isn't wearing shorts. Sorry went off on a rant, if you'd like I can back out of the story, just though i'd try.

Character OOC:
Michael
5'9, 160 lbs.
Tan, with blond streaked hair.

Michael and his parents moved to the islands when he was 10. They moved when his parents had found a lucrative business in the sale of Kona Coffee beans, buying up a small plantation for themselves. As Michael grew older he would help with the day to day operations of the plantation, with an occasional kick back from the sales. This was his last year of school, unsure of what was to come after, he was like any other senior. This was the last year to have fun.

IC: Michael and his click of friends hung out around his locker. Talking about the things they wanted to do before school was out this year, they paid little attention to the rest of the world. Save for a few select females who would always catch their eye, with the laid back look that was Hawaii.

"Can't you dudes mingle elsewhere? You're blocking my locker."

With his back to this new voice, Michael turned and looked her over. She had on a black collard shirt with grey pinstripe pants. He feet were incased in a pair of black highheels. She stood out like a sore thumb in his vision. Wearing the exact opposite of his board shorts, white shirt, and flip flops, it wouldn't have taken a genius to determine she was new around here.

Michael and his group backed away from the lockers, watching this new girl open up her locker. With the lockers assigned alphabetically, he wasn't too far from hers. Two rows over was his own locker.

The loud bell to announce the start of classes rang in the hall. His backpack slung over his shoulder he headed to first period. Whoever this new girl was, he was going to find out. Perhaps he could have his fun afterall this year.

 

[Girlygurl]

OOC: Rant was very much appreciated.

IC:

Most of the day, Tamara was being observed like a little white mouse in a laboratory. After her first class, she had gotten used to the stares and learned to ignore them.

She was thrust into the limelight even more when her first period teacher announced to the class that they had a new student and asked her to stand. Tamara reluctantly stood beside her desk with a less than amused look on her face. Everyone turned to face her as the teacher asked her to introduce herself.

Tamara let out a irritated breath and said, "My name is Tamara Carrington and I'm New York City." She sat down and the teacher gave her a look that said that she wanted her to say more, but the teacher went back to her morning duties.

Tamara glanced around the room at the faces that were bent over aisles, being blatantly obvious with their whispers. The people of the high school had no problem showing their disapproval of a newcomer. It didn't bother Tamara a bit that they disapproved of her because she didn't exactly hold them in high regard either.

She noticed the boy who had been blocking her locker out of the corner of her eyes, sitting with some of his friends. He seemed as though he was part of the popular crowd. Sitting with them was a group of girls, obviously of the popular genre as well. She recognized one girl from the hallway earlier.

She tried to pay attention to the teacher, but all she could think about was how she wished she was in New York at her school with her friends.

 

[Shoeguy2369]

First period Michael sat in the back with most of his friends. Mrs. Peters was one of the few teachers who didn't seat them in alphabetical order. Noting the girl from earlier take a seat in the room. Motioning toward her while talking to Krystal.

"Whats up with the new girl? Its a nice day out, and she's dressed like she applying for some corporate job."

Mrs. Peters asked the new girl to stand and introduce herself. Tamara stood and gave the shortest answer possible. Who she was, and where she was from. 'Tamara Carrington from New York, hmmm.' was all he thought. Mrs. Peters went thru the days routine of american literature, while Michael took glances of the new girl. He watched her in her overly dressed outfit, as she was lost in thought.

Michael could tell she was trying to ignore the constant stares from the students, and she was doing a pretty good job of it. But if she was going to survive her final year of school, she was going to need to loosen up a bit.

The bell rang announcing the end of first period, everyone rushed to get out of the room and into their next class. Well mostly they rushed to meet their friends in the hall, symantics. Michael walked over towards Tamara and outstretched his hand while slinging his backpack over his shoulder.

"Tamara is it? Michael, I know your new and all, but perhaps tomorrow, try not to come dressed up for an interview." With that he walked away. He was only trying to be polite, although it may not have come across that way. She would loosen up eventually he knew that. But it was one thing to loosen up to a school, and another to loosen up to him. Two entirely different things. He was hoping he could accomplish both.

 

[Girlygurl]

Her daydreams were interrupted by the bell signaling the end of class. She was putting her notebook away where she had doodled pictures of skyscrapers unconciously.

She was about to get up and follow the rest of the students eager to leave the classroom when her path was interrupted by the guy from earlier.

"Tamara is it? Michael, I know your new and all, but perhaps tomorrow, try not to come dressed up for an interview."

Surprised by the remark, Tamara stood up as he walked away. She couldn't believe he said that. It wasn't necessarily a rude remark, but she was still shocked that he had actually said it to her face. She was sure that others had said it behind her back, but he had the nerve to say it. She had to admit this intrigued her a bit, but she wasn't about to show it.

As he made his way to the door, she called after him, "Michael?" He turned to look at her and she walked past him through the doorway. "Thanks for the advice, but next time make sure you're in the position to give fashion advice." She gave him the once over before making her way down the hall to her next class.

 

[Shoeguy2369]

Stopping in the doorway Michael turned and looked in the direction of his name. Tamara had called him, smiling he looked into her eyes as she spoke. "Thanks for the advice, but next time make sure you're in the position to give fashion advice." Grinning he watched as she looked him over before she headed off to her next class. Michael had gotten a reaction from her, not one that told him she was put off by him. All thru third period he wondered about Tamara, what she was thinking, how she was handling the rest of the day.

Forth period came, Biology. This one had Krystal in it as well. Lo and behold in walked Tamara once again. Smiling at Tamara he whispered to Krystal. "What do you think of her Krystal?" Scribbling something on a piece of paper as class started he leaned over in his chair and slipped the folded paper onto Tamara's desk.

Written on the paper was, "I wasn't trying to give fashion tips earlier. If I had to take my pick of who was best dressed here, you'd win by far. But this is Hawaii, a tropical island, a place most people come to relax. Why not be relaxed if you live here? Just a thought."

Michael hated biology, with its fifteen letter words with all but two vowels. They were hard to pronounce, even harder to spell, and just all around aweful.

 

[Girlygurl]

Her day was going by surprisingly fast. She was soon in fourth period biology, which was a subject that she was pretty good at, but she didn't enjoy it. She entered the classroom and glanced around. Michael was there and he smiled at her as she walked by to a desk diagonally behind him.

She was looking through the Biology book when Michael placed a note on her desk. She looked at him questioningly before opening the note and reading it.

"I wasn't trying to give fashion tips earlier. If I had to take my pick of who was best dressed here, you'd win by far. But this is Hawaii, a tropical island, a place most people come to relax. Why not be relaxed if you live here? Just a thought."

She let out a breath, a little amused. She grabbed a pen and scribble a reply on the piece of paper:

"You're right. I would win. And I didn't choose to live her so I choose to dress this way. I appreciate you trying to get me to relax, but I think I'm perfectly relaxed." She drew a smiley face at the bottom and passed it back to him just as the teacher began the lesson.

 

[bi_nicole21]

"What do you think of her Krystal?" Michael whispered to her.

"Don't know yet. It's only her first day, you should relax a little!" Krystal said with a playful smile. She thought it was funny how silly all the boys were acting, she thought they felt a little threatened because this was a gorgeous girl that their surfer charms might just not work on this time. Some of the girls felt a little threatened, too, it's only natural. The same way some city girls envy island girls, many island girls desperately want to be city girls. There were a few of those at the school, Krystal naturally assumed that Tamara would eventually end up as part of their group.

While part of the popular crowd, Krystal did her best to be friends with everyone, she didn't like being typecast as part of a "clique". After class, during which she had noticed a little bit of note-passing between Michael and Tamara, Krystal caught with Tamara in the hall.

"Hi, I'm Krystal, I just wanted to say hi. I assume you've already met some people you don't like, the first day always sucks, I remember what it was like for me. Honestly, though, there are good people here, it's just that they're new. Most people in the school are friends with each other and everybody is pretty laid back, I'm sure you'll be fine real fast. But I did notice you made a friend," Krystal said with a smile, motioning over at Michael.

 

[CuriousKatie]

OOC:
Hope you don't mind if I join. This looks very promising.

IC:
Roxy moved through the corridors to the beat of the music coming from her headphones, her schoolbag slung over her right shoulder. Her mp3 player was blaring out a hard rock song that Roxy was digging to the hilt. She stood at about 5’7”, had tanned skin and dark hair down to the middle of her back with the occasional bright red colored streak in it. She was considered something of a rebel. Her jeans hung low on her hips and her tight red spaghetti strap top rode rather high, revealing a healthy dose of tanned midriff. Her breasts were rather on the smaller side and perky, but that was fine with her. It made it easier for her to wear her tops without a bra underneath, like she was doing right now, which complimented her cleavage. She had a tattoo of a raven on the small of her back whose spread wings seemed to emphasize the upper curve of her ass. Her legs were long and lean, and the part of her body she was the most proud of.

She moved through the crowd, listening to her music and munching on her chewing gum. She caught a few guys checking her out but she didn’t pay them any mind. She wasn’t really into guys. Sure, they were alright if you needed to get laid in a hurry… but, give her a choice between getting it on with a hot guy or a good looking chick, and she’d be on that girl like a starving dog on a leg of lamb! She loved girls!! Nothing got her hotter then the look of a hot girl watching her with hungry lust filled eyes and a flushed face, her chest heaving as she panted in desire!

She spotted Michael outside his classroom and went over to him, turning off her music and pulling the earphones out of her ears.

“Hey man, what’s up? I take it you survived biology.” She teased him with a grin. She liked Michael, he was a nice guy and they’d known each other for a few years. He was looking like he really hadn’t been paying attention to her words, though, looking at something down the hall. “Hello? Earth to Michael?” She tried again before following his gaze to whatever he was watching. There was a girl standing there, dressed like she was pushing for a job as the assistant principal. Either that or heading to a funeral. New girl! Definitely! She looked cute, though, from what she could see of her from the back. Roxy nodded appreciatively as her eyes traveled down the new girl’s body. Nice ass! Very nice legs!

Then the girl shifted aside and another pair of legs came into view. An extremely nice pair of legs! Roxy’s gaze slowly traveled up the length of them, coming to the hem of a light summer dress. Her jaw slowed down it’s chewing of her gum more and more the higher her gaze traveled up the girl’s body, taking it in in detail. When her gaze reached the girl’s face Roxy’s jaw stopped in mid chew and she was utterly entranced. Krystal! Sweet god, she looked sexy today! Roxy had harbored a secret lust for that girl for a very long time! She wouldn’t be surprised if Michael had picked up on it over the years they’d known each other, but she’d never flat out told him about it. Blinking a few times, she tore her gaze away from the very captivating Krystal in that cute summer dress.

“So… Uh…” She stammered, trying to keep her cool as she turned back to Michael. Okay. Try to find something to say. That’s it brain, reboot! “So, uhm… New chick, huh? What’s her story?”

 

[bi_nicole21]

Krystal was no fool, she caught Roxy checking her out. She didn't mind though. Roxy and she had been in the same grade at the same school but not in the same class for many years now, so they always saw each other in passing mostly. They had a lot of the same friends so usually ended up hanging out together at parties and big hangouts and stuff.

Krystal had a suspicion that Roxy had a thing for her for a while now, and while she didn't want to lead her on by being overly flirty back to her, she didn't exactly do much to dissuade her either. Krystal had never been with another girl, but it secretly made her feel really sexy that Roxy was into her like that. Plus, she always found the rebellious sort of girl like her (although not way over the top like the rebellious girl always is in the movies) kind of alluring, like she wasn't afraid to do or say what she wanted. Roxy was also a very beautiful woman, even if she didn't go around flaunting it like the boys liked (and, truth be told, Krystal tended to do). Long story short, there was a history of unspoken sexual tension between Krystal and Roxy, something so subtle that noone else would know it but just enough so they both thought about it every once in a while.

Krystal overheard Roxy asking about the new girl and decided to make her stop being "the new girl".

"Hey Tamara, you know Michael and that's my friend Roxy. We were probably going to hang out today after school, maybe head down near the beach. There's cafes, shopping and stuff if you don't feel like going out on the sand, did you maybe feel like coming with us?"

 

[Girlygurl]

After class, Tamara already felt like she was being pulled into their whirlwind beach world and she was pulling in the other direction as much as possible. She was leaving class when Krystal pulled her aside in the hallway and introduced herself.

"Hi, I'm Krystal, I just wanted to say hi. I assume you've already met some people you don't like, the first day always sucks, I remember what it was like for me. Honestly, though, there are good people here, it's just that they're new. Most people in the school are friends with each other and everybody is pretty laid back, I'm sure you'll be fine real fast. But I did notice you made a friend."

She motioned towards Michael who had emerged from the classroom. Tamara felt her cheeks warm, but she dismissed it quickly. "I don't if you call it a friendship. It's more exchanging sarcasm with each other." She looked over at Michael. Could she have allowed herself to accidently make a friend?

As she observed Michael, another girl approached him. Tamara quickly turned away before Michael looked over at her. Before she knew it, Krystal was urging her in his direction. She introduced the girl as Roxy and Tamara nodded in acknowledgement of Michael.

"We were probably going to hang out today after school, maybe head down near the beach. There's cafes, shopping and stuff if you don't feel like going out on the sand, did you maybe feel like coming with us?"

Tamara was a little surprised by the invitation and didn't know what to say. Part of her wanted to let go of being standoffish, but that part was being forced into hiding by her stubborness.

"I...I have a lot of catching up to do and I...um...need to unpack. Sorry, raincheck?"

 

[bi_nicole21]

"I...I have a lot of catching up to do and I...um...need to unpack. Sorry, raincheck?"

Krystal got the feeling Tamara was saying no because she was either nervous about hanging out with new people, not very good at hanging out with new people, or that she really had stuff to do. The way she reacted, Krystal didn't figure that she didn't like them, she needed to loosen up a little.

"Aw, come on, it's Hawaii! You don't want to spend your first day indoors the whole time, do you? How about this, you go home and do all the unpacking you need to do, and we'll swing by your house and pick you up later. Say 8?"

She turned to look at everyone to see if everyone was down for the plan. Beach, booze and a bonfire, the usual?

 

[Shoeguy2369]

ooc: Welcome Curious Katie....and bi_nicole thanks !...its "clique" I knew "click" was wrong but I couldn't for the life of me remember how the hell to spell it lol.

IC:
Tamara scribbled on the paper he had given her and slipped it back onto his desk. Their fourth period teacher was busy scribbling some ridiculously named plant on the chalkboard. Unfolding the paper Michael read thru it. Smiling he slipped the paper into his biology book. He wasn't really paying attention to class, sure he wrote "Endoplasmic Reticulum" in his notebook, but looking at the word, he had no idea what it meant. It didn't look like anything he wanted to recite outloud for that matter. 'Biologists'

Turning back to Krystal she whispered "Don't know yet. It's only her first day, you should relax a little!" Smirking back at her while she smiled. "You know i'm the king of relaxation." He really was. Borderline lazy, but he was quite laidback. The bell once again signaled the end of another class. Picking up his backpack and book he headed out into the hall ready for his next class. Stopping as Roxy came up to him and plucked her earphones from her ears.

Roxy was slightly shorten then he, but her legs looked as if they went on forever. She wore a tight red spahetti stap top which revelead her tanned stomach. Her lowrise jeans showed enough to get most guys wanting to know more about what lay behind door number one, or was it door sixty-nine? either way, most guys wouldn't get a chance.

“Hey man, what’s up? I take it you survived biology.”

Michael was slightly spaced out as he followed Tamara with his gaze thru the crowd. Krystal had caught up with her and was talking to her. It really wasn't hard to spot Tamara, she did sort of stand out in what she wore, even still, what she wore fit her. She definetly wore her outfit well. "Hello? Earth to Michael?"

"Huh? ohh...yeah, just barely, they were talking about some problamatic rectum or some shit. I don't get biology at all, bunch of pansies. Ohh Ohh..." reaching out and smacking her arm lightly "come on laugh, that was funny." It wasn't really, but he had an odd sense of humor anyway, and he was trying to avoid the fact that he had spaced out.

"Yeah new girl in school. Her names Tamara, don't know too much else about her, 'cept she's easy on the eyes." While Roxy and Michael spoke Krystal and Tamara had their own conversation. Both Krystal and Tamara made it thru the crowd of students in the hall towards them. "Hey Tamara, you know Michael and that's my friend Roxy." Lifting his hand in a slight wave, he smiled and adjusted his backpack on his shoulder. Nodding, "Yeah come, it'll be good"

"I...I have a lot of catching up to do and I...um...need to unpack. Sorry, raincheck?" Tamara said trying to get out of the situation. "What do ya say Tamara? We'll pick you up at 8? Our treat. A way for the locals to welcome in the new 'local'. " Michael hoped she would take the offer, of course if she didn't he knew he would see her tomorrow, hell this was an island its not like you can hide too many places. "Well?"

 

[Girlygurl]

"What do ya say Tamara? We'll pick you up at 8? Our treat. A way for the locals to welcome in the new 'local'. Well? "

She looked up at Michael as he was trying to convince her to join them. Why did he have to be so cute? In a surfer boy kinda way. Definitely not Tamara type at all. She went for the business type and the future Donald Trumps (minus the ugliness factor). The kind of guy that had stock options before he was out of high school.

For some reason, she couldn't help, but be attracted to the idea of getting to know Michael a little better.

She finally shrugged her shoulders and said with a half smile, "I guess so."

The group parted after the agreement on plans for the night and the rest of the day went by pretty quickly. Tamara didn't like to admit that she was nervous about her night out with the new people she met.

She finally arrived home and went inside. She noticed a note on the counter and went over to read it:

Honey---
I sent the maid out to find you some new clothes to make you fit in a little better. She left the bags in your room. I will be out of town tonight for a business meeting. I hope your day went well.

Love you!
MOM

Tamara ran upstairs to her room and saw bags all over her bed. She went to the first bag and pulled out a handful of bikinis. She dropped the bathing suits and said, "You have got to be kidding me!" She went through the other bags and pulled out article after article that she would never wear.

She laid back on the bed and sighed, "Ugh....I guess I'll have to change whether I want to or not."

She unpacked the rest of her stuff and got ready to go out. She searched through the bags of clothing and finally decided on a denim miniskirt and a baby blue tank top. She wore a white bikini underneath that was revealing, but conservative enough for her to be comfortable.

It was about 7:50 when she finalized her outfit and went downstairs to wait for her ride....

 

[CuriousKatie]

Roxy watched the exchange between her friends and Tamara in silence, nodding eagerly with a grin on her face as Krystal looked her way expectantly to silently ask if the game plan was on. Hell yeah! The three B’s; beach, bonfire, and enough booze to submerge Holland! They’d loosen Tamara up if it was the last thing they ever did!

After school was over and done with, Roxy got in her royal blue VW Bug convertible and was off for home, the stereo blasting out hard rock at an earsplitting volume.

“Honey, I’m home!!” She yelled as she walked through the door of her house. Her father’s head appeared through the doorway leading into his office, his glasses on the tip of his nose.

“Hi sweetie. How was sch…” He stopped dead at the sight of what she was wearing. “Roxanne! Please tell me you did not go to school dressed like that!” He admonished. Roxy rolled her eyes while she rummaged through the fridge.

“I did not go to school dressed like that.” She drawled humorlessly, picking an apple out of the fridge and shutting it while biting into her fruit. “I changed into my Victoria’s Secret teeny weenie bikini in the girl’s room after I got there.” She teased her dad. “This is just to fool you into thinking I’m still your good little girl.” Her father let out a snort of laughter and shook his head, disappearing into his office again.

“Oh!” He appeared at in the door again. “Your mom and I are going out tonight. If you want to have Michael over or something, feel free.” Her parents knew they could trust her to be alone with Michael. First of all, they knew each other far too well for anything to happen… or at least they thought so, and second… As long as she wasn’t alone with any beautiful women in the house, they knew they would not have another incident like last summer when they’d walked in on Roxy and Mandy Nichols going down on each other. That had freaked them out. Big time! They’d had a looooooooooong talk after that, and her mom had taken over a month to get over the fact that, yes, her little girl liked girls a lot more then she liked boys.

“Nah. It’s cool.” Roxy shrugged. “There’s a new girl in school and we’re showing her a good time tonight.”

“Uh-Huh.” Her father nodded, a knowing smirk on his face. He knew what that meant. “Just promise me you’ll be careful, alright?”

“I will, dad.” She kissed her father on the cheek and headed to her room. “Have fun tonight.”

“You too sweetie.” He called after her.

Her parents left and Roxy was left with the house to herself. And she took full advantage of the fact that her opera loving parents were gone. The stereo in the living room was blasting out hard rock at a volume that made the glass in the windows rattle. She’d just gotten out of the shower and was standing in front of the mirror in her room, buck naked, picking out some clothes.

After throwing on a flaming red bikini and covering it with a pair of cut off jeans, so short and low riding that they made hot-pants look down right civil, and a black half-see-through shirt that she tied up under her breasts but left otherwise open. Her black sneakers completed the ensemble sans socks. It was fucking toasting outside anyway! Who in their right mind would wear socks in their shoes in this heat?! Gathering the supplies for the evening, she called Michael.

“Hey, goofball! Come pick me up.” She teased him. “I’ve got all the stuff ready. We’ve got stuff for the bonfire and some tequila!” She did a little dance as she performed the famous song by the same name. “And let’s not forget a little Southern comfort for us girls.” She snickered. “Liquid panty remover, my friend! So come on! Get your butt down here! Let’s get this party started!”

 

[bi_nicole21]

Krystal pulled her Jeep up into the driveway. She saw her older brother Jake's pickup but neither of her parents cars. She knew what that meant.

Jake was just over a year older than her, their parents had been quite anxious. He was on the football team and shared the family good looks. He was no idiot, just preferred football to math class, so some bad grades had made him repeat the 10th grade, which was why he was still a senior.

As she entered the house, tossed her bag down and climbed the stairs to go to her room, her suspicions were confirmed. She saw a bikini top and Jake's football uniform, and as she neared the top of the stairs, she could hear the moans and yelps of some little school slut that Jake had brought home while the parents were away. Every single time they were out of the house, Jake had a different girl over, it was ridiculous. Krystal had certainly had some boys over in the same situation, but nowhere near the number and frequency of Jake's little trysts.

She decided to give them some time so she wouldn't have to hear the noises through the wall while she was in her room, so she went back downstairs to munch, watch some TV, kill some time.

After a while, she heard footsteps on the stairs, heard some kissing and giggling, and heard the front door slam. Jake wandered into the kitchen in nothing but basketball shorts. Krystal naturally eyeballed him, a tall attractive boy with an absolutely perfect body, and after just having a long sex session, his partially stiff cock was pretty visible through the shorts, a handsomely sized cock at that.

Krystal hopped up from the couch and went towards the stairs to head up to her room. "You're such a whore!" she jabbed at Jake on the way out. "Don't act like you're not impressed!" he joked back to her just before she left earshot.

Krystal rolled her eyes and hopped up to her room. She spent quite a bit of time picking out her outfit. She finally decided one of her white bikinis which had a ring between the cups of the top so you could see cleavage all the way down the middle of her bust. The bottom fit her like a second skin, cupping her ass nicely, fitting her snugly but not camel-toe snugly. She wrapped a brilliant blue sarrong around her waist which covered her past the knee on the low side and revealed almost her entire leg on the short side. She spent some time brushing her long blonde hair, making sure it looked elegantly straight and soft, hanging halfway down her back.

It was 8:10 when she heard Michael's SUV pull up outside. There was some angry-girl rock blasting and Krystal laughed, knowing Roxy had managed to get control of the stereo somehow. She grabbed her handbag and skipped down the stairs towards the front door.

"Jake! We're going to winter beach, be back late!" she yelled off into the house on her way out the door.

Krystal skipped to the car, jumping into the back seat, Michael driving and Roxy rocking out in shotgun. "Alright, let's go get the newbie!"

 

[Shoeguy2369]

Smiling as Tamara finally gave in, Michael looked at his watch to find out how much time they had left before classes, when the bell rang. "Okay so we'll pick you up at 8 then" Hurridly Michael opened his notebook for Tamara to write her address in before he darted off to his next class. The rest of the day went by ratherly quickly with the anticipation of the fun that was to be had later that evening. Hopping into his Land Rover Michael headed to his home.

Home, wasn't too far from school, but then again, even if you took the long way around it wouldn't take you more then a couple hours to get there. You'd just make a big circle. Driving down the dirt road towards the east side of his parents plantation, he parked his car in the garage. Both parents were no where to be found, probably up near the main road tending to the store. Michael went up to his room and chucked his bag onto the bed, changing into a tanktop he went back to the garage and began washing his car. There wasn't anything that bugged him more then a dirty car.

By the time he had finished it was already 7 o'clock and the phone rang. "Yeah?" distracted by cribbling on the whiteboard magnet on the fridge he told his parents he'd be down at the beach.

"Hey, goofball! Come pick me up."

Laughing as he replied. "Sure thing, sweet cheeks. Let me just put on some clothes and i'll be right there." Michael and Roxy were close enough having grown up most of their lives on the island together. Often teasing the other, their banter was harmless, for the most part. Michael couldn't deny his desire to see more of Roxy, but he also knew of her choice of gender. Sure she had her share of men too, but it was the women that whet her pallet. Hanging up the phone he picked out a button up shirt and slipped his arms into it, leaving it unbuttoned with his white tanktop underneath. Michael made sure he had everything, his wallet, his cellphone, his keys.

Heading back into the garage he started his car and drove to Roxy's house. Honking a few times he waited for her in the car, while opening the sun roof. "Come on slow poke hurry up !" he yelled from thru the opening in the roof of the car. Roxy jumped into his car and quickly took control of the radio. Without fail she would always change it to what she wanted to listen to.

Taking the same road down the opposite direction they headed to Krystal's house. It was a little after 8 by the time they showed up and Michael honked the horn again. "Jake ! We're going to winter beach, be back late!" Jake was Krystal's older brother. He and Michael didn't really get along too well, but they didn't aggravate the situation either. If they let well enough alone, everything was okay.

Krystal hopped into the back seat, Alright, let's go get the newbie!"

"Yeah, we're already late. Good thing she doesn't live too far from here." Michael pulled out the drive way and headed to Tamara's house. IT was only 10 minutes from where they were so they pulled into the driveway around 8:20. This was the first time they were going to pick up the new girl so a honk wouldn't be appropriate. Leaving the car running, Michael jumped from the Land Rover and rang the doorbell.

He stood their wearing his blue "hawaiian" shirt with his white board shorts. They had big blue hibiscus flower design on them. When Tamara opened the door Michael couldn't help but give her the once over. "Holy...I mean, damn woman. Don't you look different, and if I say so myself. DAMN !" Smiling Michael led her to the car and opened the drivers side doors. This was definetly going to be an interesting night.

 

[Girlygurl]

Tamara was beginning to get even more nervous as the minutes ticked away while she waited for her ride. She kept getting up and going to the bathroom to look at herself in the mirror. She just couldn't get used to this new look. It was so....revealing. She finally gave up and plopped down on the sofa, nervously flipping through the channels.

She finally heard someone driving up the long dirt road to her house, music blaring. She tapped her foot anxiously as she heard someone coming up the stairs.

When she heard the doorbell ring, she walked over the door and slowly opened it.

"Holy...I mean, damn woman. Don't you look different, and if I say so myself. DAMN!" She had nevered been complimented like that and she had to admit to herself that he didn't look half bad either.

She smiled shyly and said, "Um...thanks...I think." She followed him to the Land Rover and he opened the door for her. Hmm....a gentleman. Nice., she thought to herself as she climbed inside.

 

[bi_nicole21]

While Michael was at the house getting Tamara, Krystal reached into the back of the land rover to grab the bag with the booze in it. She gave a little cheer as she located the bottle of Southern Comfort, grabbing it and tossing the cap aside.

"Hey Roxy, get back here and help me with this," Krystal challenged. She wanted Tamara to have shotgun, both to be next to Michael but also because she figured it would make her a little more receptive to their outing until the booze could take over.

As Michael walked back to the car next to Tamara, Roxy and Krystal froze with their mouths slightly open. Michael opened the door and Tamara climbed into the front seat.

"Oh my god, Tamara, you look great!" Krystal complimented. Krystal elbowed Roxy, who was still in shock by Tamara's newfound island beauty, shaking her out of her trance.

They each took a swig from the bottle of SoCo and handed it up to Tamara. "Want a shot?" Michael reached over to grab the bottle, but Krystal slapped his hand hard. "You're driving, dude, at least wait until we get there." Normally they would worry about open alcohol in the car, but things were so laid back in their area they never got in trouble for something like that. Doesn't mean they wanted Michael to drink and drive and crash, though, that wouldn't be fun at all.

 

[Girlygurl]

They were all looking at her, wondering if she would take a shot. She did seem like the person who never drank, but they obviously had no idea about how she was in NYC.

She looked at them each before taking the bottle, downing a large swig. They looked at her expectantly and she said, "Well, it's okay I guess. I'm a vodka girl myself." She shrugged as she noticed the shocked expressions on their faces.

"What? Just because I seem like a snot, doesn't mean I am one." She grinned and turned back to face the front. She took a deep breath as she was finally loosening up. It's a wonder what alcohol can do., she thought to herself as she looked at the beach through the passenger side window.

 

[Shoeguy2369]

Michael had opened the door to let Tamara in, but Roxy had moved to the backseat with Krystal. Tamara moved around the front of the car and got into the passenger seat. Michael got into the drivers seat and smiled while the two expressed their approval of Tamara's outfit for the night. Michael reached around behind him while he backed up out of the driveway attempting to get the bottle from Krystal, before she smaked his hand.

"Damnit, how did I get volunteered to drive again?" Michael smiled into the rear view mirror and took the main road towards winter beach. In the passenger seat Tamara looked exquiste. He could see her turned slightly in the Land Rover looking back at Roxy and Krystal. Taking the bottle of SoCo, she drank down a large swig. Chuckling he took the backroads to the hidden local beach, away from the tourists.

"What? Just because I seem like a snot, doesn't mean I am one." This was definetly going to be an interesting night. A new, incredibly dressed girl, and his two friends in the back seat, headed to a bonfire party. Yes, definetly a fun night indeed. Reaching the beach, he parked his car off to the side. There were already a few cars parked and the bonefire was already started. Music was blasting from the beach, the full moon lit the night sky. The waves weren't audible above music, but you could see them crash against the beach from their parked spot.

Reaching back and grabbing the bottle of SoCo, Michael took a swig and stepped out of the car. Beckoning the girls from the car he waited for them with open arms. "Which of you three do I get the honor of escorting tonight? Tamara?"

 

[Girlygurl]

Before getting out of the car, Tamara took another swig as she was beginning to loosen up.

"Which of you three do I get the honor of escorting tonight? Tamara?"

She stepped out of the car and took a look around before turning to Michael to say, "Only if you promise to be a gentleman." She took his arm playfully and pulled him towards the bonfire. She called back to the girls, "Coming, ladies?"

She grabbed a beer from an open cooler and popped it open. She gulped down a good deal of it and then offered it to Michael, "So, is this how loosen up all the newbies? How many girls have you loosened up this way? I wonder..." She scratched her chin playfully before downing some of her beer and skipping towards the water.

 

[CuriousKatie]

“Keep your pants on!” Roxy called out the door as she jostled the stuff for the party out the door and into the back of Michael’s SUV. She got in on the passenger side and immediately froze at the sound of the music coming form the radio. If you could call it music. “There’s got to be something better on then this.” She mused with a scowl and dove for the tuner, finding a hard rock station within seconds. “Now, that’s what I’m talking about!” She grinned and turned up the volume, singing along to the chorus as Michael pulled away from the house.

She liked Michael. They were friends. After having all but grown up together, they were tight. He’d taken the news of her being bi and more into girls in stride. When she’d told him, she’d been really worried he’d turn his back on her. But he hadn’t. If anything, they’d become even closer and she was so grateful for having him! She was open to him about her sexual preference and they’d go babe scoping together sometimes. She felt comfortable around him and really at ease. Even though she’d had her share of guys, Michael had never really tried to get into her pants, knowing that she was into girls with full force, but she had to admit, if there was ever a guy she could well imagine herself sleeping with, repeatedly that is, it would be him! Her only concern was, if they did get it on together, it would most likely ruin their friendship. And that was something she definitely did not want!

When Krystal came out of her house Roxy had to fight with everything she had not to gawk in awe. Jesus H. Christ!!! She looked amazing! She looked even sexier then she had in school today! Roxy couldn’t help but stare. Krystal’s body was so gorgeous! As she came closer everything seemed to be moving in slow motion to Roxy. The white bikini top with the ring between the cups made Krystal’s breasts look deliciously sweet, and with every step she took, her breasts would sway in the most erotic fashion. Roxy’s hands were itching to touch them! Krystal’s abdomen was flat and firm, and one of her amazing legs was almost completely visible underneath her sarong. Her blond hair was flowing behind her, and all the scene needed was a cheesy background song to make it like something cut straight out of the movies. Roxy was completely awestruck at the sight of the gorgeous woman. What she wouldn’t give for one night of hot passion with Krystal! Just one night! She buried her lust as Krystal jumped in the car and they pulled away from Krystal’s house.

Pulling up to the newbie’s house Michael left to… escort her to the car. Roxy couldn’t help but snicker. He was really pulling out all the stops, wasn’t he?

"Hey Roxy, get back here and help me with this,"

Roxy looked into the back seat to see Krystal sitting there with a bottle of SoCo in her hand. The cap was nowhere to be seen. Hmm… climbing into the back seat to help the most gorgeous girl she’d ever laid eyes on kill off a bottle of Southern Comfort… Should I? She thought sarcastically. With a wicked grin she climbed into the backseat and plopped herself down right next to Krystal accepting the proffered bottle and taking a swig.

“Mmmm.” She purred, her wicked grin widening. “Good stuff.” She looked at Krystal and was just about to say something when she caught sight of Michael escorting Tamara back to the car. Krystal turned toward the scene as well and both girls stared in shock, their jaws sagging a bit. Tamara looked amazing!!

“Holly shit…!” Roxy whispered under her breath, her wide eyes still locked on Tamara, taking in her exquisite beauty. “Is that… is that her?! Wow! She looks so hot!” Tamara got into the passenger seat and Roxy couldn’t take her eyes off her.

"Oh my god, Tamara, you look great!" Krystal said and Roxy felt a sharp thud in her side startling her out of her trance like staring at Tamara.

“Uh… Yeah.” Roxy tried to cover for her trance. “You look amazing.” She gave a tiny wince at the lameness of her line. Oh yeah! Queen of the goobers! That’s our little Roxy!

Krystal offered Tamara a shot from the bottle and Michael reached for it, making Krystal swat his hand away.

"You're driving, dude, at least wait until we get there." Krystal shot.

"Damnit, how did I get volunteered to drive again?" Michael mock grouched.

“Aw! You know why, baby.” Roxy purred sweetly. “You’ve got the biggest ride.” She snickered. Again, the bottle was offered to Tamara and Roxy watched in interest. Would she go for it? Hell yes! The swig Tamara took from the bottle made Roxy’s eyebrows shoot up into her hairline. Damn! That chick could drink!

"Well, it's okay I guess. I'm a vodka girl myself. What? Just because I seem like a snot, doesn't mean I am one."

After Tamara had turned away, Roxy shot a very impressed look at Krystal mouthing “Wow!” with a raised eyebrow and a wicked grin. This could very well turn out to be one hell of a night!

Sitting in the back seat right next to Krystal as the car headed toward the beach was making Roxy hotter by the minute. There she was, Krystal, the star of so many of Roxy’s very explicit fantasies, wearing very little by the way, sitting a foot or two away from her. She couldn’t wipe the grin off her face if she tried! She went to take another swig of the bottle, her eyes darting over to Krystal as she did so, taking in her fantastic body!

When they arrived at the beach, Michael led Tamara down to the beach. Roxy’s gaze was fixed on Tamara’s sweet ass as she walked beside Michael. Damn! When you dropped the stuffy dress code and the standoffish attitude, getting her relaxed and loosened up, Tamara was a real beauty to behold. She was sexy as hell and had a body that just simply refused to quit! Her gaze shifted a bit to take in Krystal who was walking a little way ahead of her, carrying the bottle from the car and her bag. Roxy’s eyes traveled the back of her body; her back, her slim waist, her hips… that beautiful ass that Roxy wanted to get her hands on so bad! She’d been lusting after Krystal for so long that just seeing her was enough to set her body on fire for Krystal’s touch! If she didn’t do something about this, and fast, she was going to go postal! Grinned to herself, Roxy moved up behind Krystal, slightly to her side, and slowly slid her hand down the inside of Krystal’s forearm to her wrist, moving up so her lips were close to her ear.

“Tamara’s not the only one who’s looking beautiful and sexy tonight.” Roxy purred into Krystal’s ear, gently taking the bottle out of her hand and moving past her. She turned to face her, walking backwards for a moment, gave her a quick wink and a grin just before taking a swig from the bottle, turning back around and continuing to walk toward the beach, grinning to herself. Maybe not the best move in the world to make on someone, but at least she’d done something!