Key West Lacey Alexander (sad books to read .txt) 📖

the way it sparkles.” Then she tilted her head and looked Carrie in the eye. “So, am I reading this wrong, or does this mean you plan on having your top off later?”

Carrie’s pussy swelled at Amy’s bluntness, even though she should certainly be getting used to straight-talking people by now. “Yeah, probably.”

Amy lowered her chin and offered a bashful smile. “We weren’t sure…but we were hoping that maybe…you know…you guys planned on that kind of partying.”

“Well,” Carrie said, “let’s just say that the last time we came out on the boat, one thing led to another until everybody was naked.”

Amy raised her eyebrows, looking equally aroused. “Although,” she said, lifting her hand to her chest, “I should probably tell you that Cole and I…we’re…not into fooling around with other people. We’re just into each other…in a big way.”

Carrie couldn’t help giggling. “No worries—I sort of figured that.”

Just then, two small palms closed over Carrie’s hips. “Hey there, sweets.”

She looked up at Shay with a soft smile, not sure at first if she wanted Amy to know she’d been fooling around with another woman, lest it somehow turn their friendship awkward. “Hey,” she said to Shay.

But when she caught Chris’s glance across the boat, her pussy prickled and she decided—why worry? They were in Key West, after all, and surely Amy and Cole had seen girls getting together on the Party Barge. She’d come so far since she’d arrived here, it would seem a shame to go backwards—and besides, as she’d noted yesterday, it was getting easier and easier to just let herself go, let herself do what felt good. The hard part, she realized, might be going back to real life—her old, conservative life—when she left Key West in a few days.

Having made her decision, she slid her arm around Shay’s slender waist, the move pressing Shay’s right boob lightly into Carrie’s left. Today, Shay wore a multi-colored bikini of neon yellow and orange waves. “Amy, this is Shay, a good friend of Chris’s, and…well, my friend, too, now,” she added with a smile.

Shay’s arm snaked around her hip, as well. “Definitely, girlfriend.”

“Amy and her husband, Cole, are in the hotel room next to mine, and we invited them to join us today.”

Carrie already knew Shay well enough to see she was checking Amy out and enjoying the view, before she shifted her gaze to Cole, now helping Chris move some ropes. “Lucky girl,” Shay said to Amy in her usual boisterous tone.

Amy giggled. “You don’t know the half of it. Wait ‘til you see his cock.”

For the first time since Carrie had met her, Shay actually appeared taken aback as she flashed Carrie an incredulous look. Recalling that, indeed, Cole’s shaft rivaled Chris’s in size, Carrie filled her in. “Amy and Cole are into the same kind of fun we are—only they don’t…uh, share.”

Shay flicked her gaze to Amy. “Can’t say I blame you—he’s a total Grade ‘A’ hottie. But I’ll definitely look forward to seeing what he’s got between his legs. Think there’s any chance he’s as big as Chris?” she said with raised eyebrows to Carrie.

Rather than admit she’d already seen Cole’s shaft, Carrie addressed Amy. “Chris has quite an impressive tool himself.”

“Well, that’s good, so you won’t get too jealous,” she teased.

As they laughed, Carrie found herself studying the two hot men in the distance, who had no idea their cocks were being discussed and compared. Now she was curious to see Cole again, too—and anxious to feel Chris. Her only regret about asking him to come in her mouth last night was that she hadn’t gotten to feel him filling her cunt again. But today she planned to remedy that, and her pussy was urging her to do it sooner rather than later.

* * * * *

Once they got out to sea, Chris anchored the boat near a chunk of coral reef and he and Cole went snorkeling. The girls opted to stay on board and soak up the sun, stretching out on the deck. Of course, the first time Carrie looked up, she found Shay topless next to her, and remembered how Shay disliked tan lines. She also couldn’t help noticing that her painted dolphins remained, circling both erect pink nipples.

“Do you tan through those?” Carrie asked.

Shay nodded against her towel. “Otherwise, I’d have washed them off.”

Amy, lying on the other side of Carrie, opened her eyes to peek over. “Oh,” she said, clearly surprised to find Shay’s breasts on display already. She appeared to study the dolphins. “Wow, are those tattoos or something?”

Carrie answered. “No, it’s paint. We both got painted last night at the Garden of Ecstasy—a clothing optional bar on Duval.”

Amy’s eyes widened in wonder. “We should have started hanging out with you sooner. You know where to find all the hot stuff.”

Carrie laughed. “Chris and Shay have indoctrinated me. Believe me, I’d never have come across these things on my own, let alone indulged in them.”

“Did you wash yours off?” Shay asked, raising on her elbows to eye Carrie’s breasts.

She nodded. “Well, actually, Chris did, in the shower. We both ended up with some not-quite-as-durable body paints smeared across our stomachs when we woke up this morning.”

Shay grinned. “Sounds fun.” Then she pointed to Carrie’s bikini top. “And speaking of fun, why don’t you take that off, sweets?”

Carrie’s pussy rippled slightly, remembering this was how their first liaison had begun. “Actually, I’ve learned that Chris likes tan lines.”

Shay tilted her head. “Yeah, he’s told me that before, but I don’t think he bought you that breast jewelry for you to keep it covered up.”

Carrie shrugged—true enough. Besides, she didn’t want to let Amy and Cole’s presence start turning her shy just when she’d broken free of that shell. And clearly, the whole point of the extravagant piece of jewelry was to decorate bare breasts. “You’re right. It’ll be a nice little surprise for him when he gets back on the boat.” With that, she reached behind