Message-ID: <6313eli$9712121556@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Andrew Roller Subject: 2 Bikini Brigade part 2 of 22 (NND) dec13 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: roller39@IDT.NET Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <348EF948.4008@idt.net> --------------------------------------------------------------- PROBLEMS? Please try viewing this with Netscape Navigator. --------------------------------------------------------------- _/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/ Andrew Roller Presents NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS in BIKINI BRIGADE _/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/ Chapter Two We stood on a bluff overlooking a sea. Long, slow waves came rolling in from the horizon to crash against obstinate black rocks. Cumulous clouds floated placidly overhead. But I could see the anvil of a thundercloud in the distance, out where the sea touched the sky. “Look! A black sand beach!” I said to Katie. “Let’s go swimming. My feet hurt from walking,” Katie said. “Okay,” I agreed. “Good thing we brought our bikinis.” “Yes. I think of everything,” Katie told me. “Want some of my Doritos?” “No,” I said. I’d eaten mine earlier, when we’d stopped to pick berries, on the edge of the forest. We’d had a picnic. We’d drunk some of our sodas, and pissed out lemon-smelling pee in the bushes. We started down a trail leading from the forest to the beach below. When we finally arrived at the bottom, the cliffs of the shore rising above us, we found a great surprise. “This isn’t black sand,” Katie said, bending down. “It’s black licorice sand!” “Wow,” I said. “Best tasting sand I’ve ever tasted!” Katie informed me, putting a handful of it in her mouth. “Yeah, it is good,” I said. I picked up some and put it in my mouth and chewed it. “Black licorice,” I said. I stopped chewing. “Katie!” I warned. “Remember what Boswell said. We should beware of licorice. Especially if it’s black. Remember Licorice Lad?” “Oh, yeah,” Katie admitted. She dropped the rest of her handful. “Too bad. At least we can go swimming, though. Huh?” “Okay,” I said, dropping my grocery sack full of Lunchables and sodas and fruit juice, and all the other things we’d managed to bring, from Bicycle playing cards to the Virginia Slims cigarette Katie had stolen from her mom. “Put your things here, next to mine,” I told Katie. “We can watch our stuff from the water.” “I don’t think anyone’s around to steal it,” Katie said, scanning the cliffs above. “I know,” I said. “We haven’t met anyone, except that friendly bear. I suppose we can just go ahead and change, huh?” “I guess so,” Katie said. She unzipped her jeans. “Or we could swim nude.” “No,” I said. “Let’s not. We should at least wear our bikinis. You never know. Somebody could come by.” “Okay,” Katie said. She stripped out of her t-shirt and pants. I did likewise. We tied each other into our bikinis. Her into her new pink bikini, me into the red one she’d loaned me. “See? It fits you,” Katie said. “Yeah,” I said. I tugged the rear of my red panties out of my ass. It fit me, more or less. If I didn’t mind having my ass cheeks hanging out. And if I didn’t mind a bra that let the undersides of my tits hang free. But I didn’t want to offend Katie, by suggesting I had bigger boobs than she did. So I said nothing, simply pulling on the parts of the swimsuit, hoping it didn’t get wedged too far up in my ass or let my tits bounce out. “Let’s go!” Katie said. She grabbed my hand. “Alright. I’ll race you!” I said. “No. Let’s go into the water together,” Katie said. “I’m a little scared of it. We’ve never swam here before.” “Oh, alright,” I said. “Come on, it looks fresh and cool.” We skipped down the beach. I felt happy. We touched our toes to the water and found it as inviting as we’d hoped. We waded in to our knees. Then we went deeper still, up to my hips, and Katie’s navel. “Let’s dive into the next wave,” I told Katie. “Okay,” she said, a little lacking in self-confidence. “Come on, there’s nothing to be afraid of. The water’s cool, and that storm on the horizon is still far away.” “I hope it doesn’t rain. I don’t want to get my hair wet,” Katie said. “Come on!” I said. I splashed her. She shrieked. When the next wave came, I dove into it. We played in the water. I practised diving like a dolphin, into each wave as it came along. Katie went wading, and collected a handful of shells among licorice rocks along the shore. She brought me the shells and showed me her favorite ones, holding them high so the waves wouldn’t catch them. “Katie,” I said, looking up in the sky, to check where the storm was, that lay gathering out on the horizon. “Katie, what’s that black cloud, hovering in over the cliffs?” Katie looked up. “I dunno,” she said. The cloud grew larger and seemed to descend. “Duck down in the water,” I said to her. “Why?” Katie asked. “I’m not sure. Just duck down,” I said. “What about my sea shells?” Katie asked. “Hold on to them tight, and duck,” I said. I pushed on her shoulder. Hard. I clapped my hand over her mouth so she couldn’t scream as I pushed her down. I felt her shells escape from her fingers as I plunged her down in the sea. The cloud dropped fast. It glinted gold in the setting sun. “Why did you?” Katie, whose mouth was under the water’s surface, and mostly covered by my hand, asked. “Bats!” I said to her. She gazed upward. Her eyes followed mine. “Yeeeck!” Katie screamed, but it ended in a blubber, fortunately, thanks to my hand and the water. The bats came swirling and fluttering down to the beach. They landed amidst our gear. They seemed to fight over it. And then, one by one, they began to rise. “Our stuff!” I gasped. “My toys!” Katie managed to say, her mouth underwater. We watched in horror as the golden, butterscotch bats flew high, gripping our things in their claws. They flew higher and higher, until they disappered into the clouds. Slowly I rose from the water. “Katie, we’ve got to get out of here,” I whispered. “We could be in Licorice Loch.” “Yeah,” Katie said. She nearly jumped in my arms. “I’m scaired!” she cried. “Hurry. Let’s head for the beach,” I told her. We made it safely out of the water. “What will we do? All our Lunchables and everything is gone!” Katie said. We gazed at the spot where our things had been. “Well, I hope you like eating candy,” I told her. “Not as much as I used to,” Katie said. “It’s still warm,” I told her. I gazed at the horizon. “But the sun is setting. Remember what the bear said. The bats come out at night. Let’s run back up the path to the top of the cliff. We can hide in the forest until morning. We can eat berries from the bushes if we get hungry. Come on!” I told her. I grabbed Katie’s hand. Together we ran as fast as we could back up the path we’d followed to the beach. I felt miserable. Our swim had cost us our clothes. We had nothing left but our bikinis, now. “It’s a good thing we didn’t go skinny dipping!” Katie puffed, running beside me. “I know! Licorice Lad would really want to get his hands on us then!” I said. 30 ----------------------- Dreamgirls! ----------------------- -Other stories: type http://www.dejanews.com/ into your browser’s “Location” window. Press your “return” key. Under “Quick Search”, type in: roller39@idt.net Press your “return” key. -Other providers: Usenet Newsgroup: alt.sex.stories.moderated or by e-mail: file.request@backdrop.com or via the Web: http://www.netusa.net/files/Authors/eli/www/erotica/assm/ -Free minicomics: send a stamped, self-addressed envelope to: Jim Corrigan, P.O. Box 3663, Phenix City, AL 36868 - JOIN the world’s greatest organization! Send $35.00 to The North American Man/Boy Love Association for a one-year membership. 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