Fiction: A Day Off (Trans, Lesbian)
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“Beth, look. I get what you’re trying to say with all this,” Ethel said. The hanger was clasped between her forefinger and thumb, held like it was radioactive. As far as possible, gazed at only long enough for her to look back at her friend.
“But uh, I don’t think-” Ethel started, only for the hanger to drop as she took in what Beth wore in front of her. It clattered as it hit the mud brown tile and off colored grout. Grout that, even a mile from the beach, still held sand within the crevices. She wasn’t particularly fond of sand. Or the beach. Or being out in public. But, as with several other seemingly terrible ideas, she had ignored those details.
Beth had asked. That was enough. To take the risk, the embarrassment, the worry. All of which came headlong to the front of her mind as her face flushed.
Beth tugged at the strings of her bikini, one that matched Ethel’s own on the tiles. It was snug upon her bust and curves. Each chord pressed ever so slight into her pale skin, even after adjustment by a passing finger. But it was the places it disappeared utterly into the cleft of her cheeks that tied Ethel’s tongue.
Beth turned around, her grin wide as she stuck her tongue past her lips. Her piercing gleamed bright in the fluorescent lights for all of a second before she broke into a giggle. “Well? Whatcha think?”
Ethel’s eyes darted down for all of a minute before her face snapped back up. The red in her cheeks was palpable even to her as she swallowed and closed her eyes. She tried to move her tongue to truth, but instead sass made it wag.
“Girl, are you fucking serious? Me? You?! These?!” she blurted out.
For all of a second, she regretted it. This was it, this was the thing that finally killed their entire friendship. They were going to get into a massive fight, and then she’d be alo-
Then Beth giggled and her stomach uncoiled. She opened her eyes in time to see the sweetest parts of the girl in front of her jiggle. Just a moment, but it was enough.
Beth always was.
“Uh, yeah? Why not? You haven’t even got yours on yet!” said Beth.
Ethel glanced down at the hanger on the floor. The pile of stringkini, more chords than anything resembling an outfit. She breathed in deep through her nose, and looked back up at Beth as her face screwed into a grimace.
“Y-yeah, but-” she started, only for Beth to bend over and pick it up. As she did so, she slipped from her top. Ethel’s head bolted towards the ceiling as she felt her spine twitch. Then the hanger met her chest, and she brought her gaze back down. Only to find Beth’s pink nipple exposed, the piercing through it shining just as bright as the one in her tongue.
“I think it would look great on you,” said Beth. Ethel blinked a few times, and lifted her face to meet the girls smile. Beth tilted her head, and gave a small grin. She raised the hanger to meet Ethel’s chin as her eyes widened.
“Please? If only for me, try it on?” said Beth.
Ethel took a deep breath, and nodded. She hooked a finger around the plastic hanger and slid past Beth. On the other side of the dressing room stood a floor length mirror. The kind that showed every detail with a clarity that felt like an accusation. Ethel let out her breath at last, and tilted her head towards Beth.
Beth, whose cheeks were tinged pink as she watched the girl.
“Uh, could I get some privacy?” said Ethel, the syllables slight as they left her tongue.
“Why on earth would you need or want that?” replied Beth. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip as she arched her brow. She laced her hands in front of her stomach and tilted forward as her eyes summed Ethel’s entire body in seconds.
Ethel turned away before her lips turned into a smile. The mirror didn’t gift her the courtesy of cover, and Beth bounced on the balls of her feet as Ethel pulled her shirt up.
“Look at you! Gah, look at that tummy!” she said as her face tilted around Ethel, still well within the mirror’s grasp. Ethel tossed her shirt to the side as a hand slid over her hips, and tugged away at her skirt. There came a soft gasp as her panties met the floor. As she rose, a slight smack came against her ass. Ethel jumped as the wires in her brain fired simultaneously and forced her head to swivel back.
“Uh, Beth?”
“What? I had to check to see if it jiggled. And it did! It was for science!” said Beth, a giggle escaping her lips. Ethel parted her own to speak, but the warmth in her cheeks traveled down her neck. Past her chest, her stomach, her thighs.
“Want me to smack it again?” said Beth as her face came forward to rest on Ethel’s shoulder. This close, Ethel could feel every soft part of the girl between her shoulder blades. At least what escaped the small confines of her swimsuit. Her tongue rolled over her lips, and she gave a nod.
A hand slid over the soft V of her hips and down. As Beth cupped her balls, Ethel felt her spine turn electric. A smack so slight she barely felt it met her ass as Beth’s fingers traveled and curled around her girth. Even as small as Beth was, her presence commanded Ethel’s attention. In front of her it was enough to make her stutter. But behind here, as she was now, with the sodium lights overhead flickering down on them both-
“Keep getting dressed. You still want to go to the beach, right?” said Beth, her voice low.
“Y-yeah, I do,” said Ethel, her pulse loud in her ears as she twitched against Beth’s soft palm. By the time she was hard, Beth giggled again. She pulled her hand away, only to rise to her tip toes and peck Ethel’s cheek.
“Good. I think today’s going to be a good day,” she said.
Ethel nodded as her mouth turned dry as cotton, and hurriedly slid into the stringkini.
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The warmth of the sun on her bare skin could only dream to rival that of her blood.
Ethel knew something was up when Beth suggested the trip. It wasn’t that Beth was malicious in her plans, not by a long shot. But she did enjoy the shocked look on Ethel’s face every time. So of course she’d chosen a place where the waves slapped lazy against the white sand.
She’d left out the important part.
“A nude beach, Beth?!? Really? You wanted to come to a nude be-” Ethel began to say, only to turn and watch as Beth stripped bare before her. She reached in the trunk, her pale ass jiggling as she bent lower. There came a sound of plastic bags rustling and Beth rose, a grin on her face. The stringkini slipped over her shoulders and hips, though the triangle swatches of fabric left little to count it as covering. She did all of this in full view, without qualm or pause. When she was done, she extended an arm towards Ethel.
“Yup, sure did. Because here, everyone feels a little awkward. And that’s okay-because awkward is normal,”
Ethel stood and stared at the bag a long moment as the words hit her. Her lips trembled into a smile as she lifted an arm, and took the crinkling plastic bag from Beth’s grip. She gave a small laugh as she opened it and began to slip out of her clothes. Her head darted around as she kept watch for people that were far too busy playing volleyball, sunbathing and drinking beer to notice her.
“You did this for-” she started.
“Yep, I did. You’re my friend, and I happen to love you a lot. I also think you’re really, really cute. So get dressed yeah?”
“Wait,” said Ethel, “These are technically bikinis, which are clothes, which-”
To this, Beth simply snorted and twisted at the hip. Her breasts swayed free of the bikini as her hands met her hips.
“Would you call these clothes?” she said, a smirk on her face as she looked at Ethel.
Ethel swallowed hard, and peeled from her skirt and shirt. Her own stringkini, a match to Ethel’s, did nothing to conceal her features. As she slid the bottom on, she took a deep breath. One that was ready to exhale on a protest.
Then a firm smack met her ass again, and every thought got jumbled. Beth passed her, two beach towels slung over her shoulder. A cooler smacked against her hip, no doubt filled to the brim with beer.
“C’mon! Let’s see if we can find a decent spot. It’s not too hot today, but maybe we can work up a tan still. Suns out, right?”
Ethel watched as Beth’s hips swayed towards the beach, and was beside her when Beth’s feet met the sand.
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It wasn’t hot, not in the least. But the sun brow beat the both of them as hard as it could. Seconds after unfurling their towels Beth laid on her stomach. She tilted her head at the cooler, and said “Hey, I think there’s some oil in there. I tried to remember it when I packed. Would you mind?”
“Oh uh, sure. Just a sec,” said Ethel. She rose, with her bikini struggling to stay on her hips. Much more, in one spot at all. As she approached the cooler, she cast a glance towards the shore. She scanned the horizon, and felt her face flush as she spotted people. All kinds of people. They didn’t seem to notice or care what others looked like. What’s more, if people were staring.
Or hard.
She unzipped the cooler and reached inside. The chill of a few long necked bottles kissed her wrist. She pushed them aside and clasped a plastic bottle that felt familiar. It was probably the same bottle from their last trip to a beach. She rose, and turned back towards Beth.
“Uh, hey. This is it right?” she said. Beth lifted her head from her arms, and gave a smile.
“Yep. Back and butt? If you don’t mind?” she said. Before Ethel could answer, she had already risen from her towel. The top sprang free of her, and fell in a relaxed crumble below. Ethel tried not to stare as Beth slid her thong over her hips. She laid back down, the soft curves of her body so perfect in the light.
“Uh, Ethel? My back?” she said.
“O-oh, right. Sorry, I-” Ethel tried to say. Instead, she lowered herself to a straddle over Beth’s knees. Right below her butt. Her heart pounded against her ribs as she popped the top from the oil, and spread it against her palms. She leaned forward, and gently began to rub.
It wasn’t touching Beth that got her. The two had long since passed the awkwardness of physical boundaries. It was the low moan that escaped her friends lips that made her bikini bottoms tight against her frame. Ethel tried to raise herself just out of rubbing it against Beth, but the girl shifted beneath her. There came a pause as the pair froze.
Then Beth giggled and arched her back right against Ethel, her cheeks warm against the girls cock.
Ethel’s mouth opened. Something, probably an apology, wanted to emerge. But it fell quite as Beth reached back and hooked a finger into the strings that contained Ethel. A flick of the wrist was all it took. Ethel’s cock smacked between Beth’s cheeks. She couldn’t help but yelp as it happened. Her eyes fell upon her girth as warmth flooded her body.
Dripping. It was already dripping.
Beth then reached back with her other hand as her thighs parted. She gripped her inner thighs and pulled.
“Hey. You can’t oil right there. Buuuuttt-” she said.
Ethel swallowed hard, and glanced up again. She gave a hurried scan of the beach and looked back down at Beth’s cunt. Her nostrils flared as she leaned forward, the head a temptation’s breath too close.
“What if someone sees?” she hissed in a whisper. Beth tilted her head back, and kissed Ethel on the chin.
“And if they do? So what. I want everyone to see what you do to me. Got it?”
“B-beth, I don’t have a condom,” said Ethel.
Beth just laughed as she gave her ass a firm smack. “So? Who said I wanted you to wear one?”
Ethel bit her lip. She glanced down at Beth, at the bottle of oil that shook in her hands. She capped the bottle and tossed it beside them-then gripped her girth and lowered herself more. She teased the head against Beth’s cunt as her lips met the back of the girl’s neck. Beth let out a low gasp-only for Ethel to tilt her chin in her hands as she pressed inside. The gasp behind Beth’s lips dripped of love as Ethel’s hips began a slow, rhythmic clap against her friends back.
The kisses were frequent, broken only by gasps and the occasional demand. Faster, deeper. But there was one that reached Ethel’s ears, one that she followed to the letter.
“B-breed me,” Beth uttered, her voice a hurried mess, “fucking breed me deep,”
Ethel-finally rid of whatever worries or fear assailed her when they started this morning-laced her fingers between Beth’s own.
She more than complied.
After all.
What were friends for?
When she came, she pressed it into the hilt. Her balls clenched tight as they emptied into Beth’s warm, plump cunt. She fell against her friend, every breath ragged as her cock kept twitching. Deep within Beth, within the embrace of her friend. Beth smiled, and turned her head. She kissed Ethel with passion, and pulled away only after their tongues had met.
“So-nice beach, huh?”
“Oh, I’d say so,” replied Ethel. “I’d say so,”