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Chapter 1.

“I’m just so excited!!”

Sarah blushed as Kayleigh’s mom wrapped her into a fierce hug. The woman tended towards the sort of clothing that might be worn by a biker’s wife, and the hug crammed Sarah’s face into her ample, tanned, freckly cleavage, enveloping her in the smell of perfume and cigarette smoke.

“You’re gonna have so much fun, honey. This is such a great little resort, all inclusive, the people are all here to have a good time, so feel free to mingle and meet people. I still have people I message on Facebook that I met here last time we went!”

The woman was a far cry from her own parents. She was honestly surprised that they had actually let her go. This trip was going to be very different from the sorts of family vacations she usually went on.

But that’s the idea, right?

The little voice smirked inside her head. The one that she’d spent most of her time since puberty repenting for.

You can’t go directly from homeschooling to university. You’ll look like either a nun or a basket case. You need some exposure therapy. You need role models. You need social experiences with people who aren’t from your parents’ church.

She looked over at Kayleigh. They’d been neighbors since they were literal infants, and they’d ended up close friends. Kayleigh obviously had other friends, but she went to the arts school in a different catchment, so it was tougher for her to see them. Sarah was secretly and shamefully glad of that fact. She didn’t know that she’d ever have made a friend like her if they hadn’t been able to literally talk from their windows across the fence or if Kayleigh had been too busy with other friends. Kayleigh was confident, knew how to talk to boys, and she was the sort of edgy, ever so slightly alternative small-town hot that boys seemed to be drawn to like a magnet. Naturally thin, a tongue piercing, and hair that was dyed a fried blonde. And Sarah was drawn to it too, just an innate need to follow her, like a duckling trusting that the duck knew where it was going.

The much slimmer girl grabbed her suitcase off of the baggage carousel. She had thrown on a tied-off shirt in deference to the slightly higher-stakes environment of the airport, but Sarah knew that the second that they were outside it was going to be gone again and she’d be back down to the little black and white checkered bikini top and her jean shorts. The girl was maybe 100 pounds soaking wet, and she seemed to have a strong hatred of wearing bras, or frankly any more clothing than she absolutely had to.

The baggage carousel was a busy place, even in the relatively early morning. There were so many suitcases, and Sarah was glad that hers was a little out of date. Brown leather. Her dad’s suitcase, one that would stick out pretty easily among all of the plastic and nylon. After about ten minutes, Kayleigh’s parents had grabbed theirs. After another ten, everyone was starting to look confused. Kayleigh’s mom walked over to where the conveyor belt came out of the wall and checked to see if it was still there and just caught on something, while her dad went over to the desk.

Kayleigh bounced back and forth on the balls of her feet. “Well, uh, this is weird.”

“Yeah. Like…it should be here by now, right?”

Kurt wandered back towards them, reading a number off of his phone and typing it into his phone, having a conversation as Jessica came back and gave her a big hug. “It’s okay baby, we’ll figure this out.”

“Yeah, so…Sarah, they checked the back and it’s not anywhere in there, so in all likelihood it didn’t make it off the plane. They’re going to check again when it lands at the next stop and get back to us.” Kurt hung up the phone, his face apologetic.

Sarah’s heart sank. Honestly, she didn’t care all that much about what was in the suitcase, her ID and wallet and everything important was in her bag. It was just the anxiety of knowing that this could even happen. She was on the other side of the world. So far from the house-well, the bedroom, really-where she spent almost all of her time. She was suddenly so aware how far she was away from…safety.

As if in answer to that, she felt Kurt’s big hand on her shoulder reassuringly. “It’s gonna be fine kiddo. This happens a lot. They’ll probably track it down pretty soon, and till then, we have plenty of clothes you can borrow.”

Sarah looked up, her brow furrowed in confusion. “Mr. Harrison…I am not gonna fit in Kayleigh’s clothes.” She could hear the emotion leaking into her voice. He was a middle aged guy, but come on. His daughter could probably wear some of her tee-shirts as a dress.

Kurt raised his hands calmingly, concern washing over his face. “Hey, hey honey, it’s fine, I know. I meant Jessica. I honestly doubt you two will be out of your swimsuits more than a couple times the whole trip, and Jessica brought spares.”

Sarah let out a long breath. That…was fine, honestly. She had brought a black one escort kadiköy piece with a small gold hoop in the front. It was a little classy, maybe a touch sultry even? But she’d bought it with her mom before a trip to the pool a year or two back. Gloria Roberts was not one to let her daughter walk around showing off her whole body to anyone who might happen to want a peek. She highly doubted that anything in Jessica’s suitcase was going to look any worse. And besides, the woman had a pretty similar frame, something she’d noticed before. She’d noticed it with resentment-that she had the same body as a middle aged woman who’s already had a child-but there was at least one perk, apparently.

They picked up what bags the airline had managed to convey to them, and headed out into the warm, tropical air. Sarah felt herself starting to sweat immediately and, as she had predicted, Kayleigh immediately stripped off her button up and stuffed it in her purse. The girl softly hip-checked Sarah as they walked to the shuttle bus.

“Hey…sorry about that. You hear about that but like, I’ve never actually had that happen to me and it super sucks. It’ll be fine, promise. My mom has good taste in swimsuits.”

Sarah nodded ruefully. “Yeah, I…I’m just working on bouncing back now. And sweating. Holy crap.”

Kayleigh grinned, waggling her eyebrows. “Hey, once we drop off our stuff we can raid mom’s luggage and head out. Maybe get some…drinks.”

“…why did you do that?”

“What?”

“The face when you said ‘drinks’. You made a face.”

Kayleigh shrugged theatrically.

“Kayleigh, we aren’t old enough to drink-“

“–back home. The drinking age here is 18. I drink at parties, it’s no big deal.” she flopped into a seat, and Sarah stared at her, bug-eyed, until a man prodded her gently in the back and she scrambled down next to her.

*”My parents would never have-!”

“–Let you come on this trip if they knew that you were going to be able to get free booze. I know. And I know you would have had a panic attack if you were lying to them. So I did it for you. You’re welcome. My parents won’t tell. They think your parents are religious nutjobs.”

“I!….Wh!…” Sarah shut her mouth, staring straight forward. Her parents were religious nutjobs. They had tried very, very hard to make her a religious nutjob too, like her sister, but it hadn’t really taken all the way. Now she just had all the anxiety and guilt and none of the forgiveness and faith.

“…f….fine…” she muttered.

“Yeah?” Kayleigh perked up. “I was worried you’d spend like, the first day or two sulking.”

“…no. I…I’ll be fine if there’s drinking. Screw it.”

“Yeah, fuck it!”

“….yeah, screw it.”

The room was nice, not hyper fancy hotel style, more rustic cabana vibes. Apart from being in the shade and the breeze flowing through, it unfortunately didn’t seem much cooler in here than outside. Sarah stepped into the smaller side room where her and Kayleigh’s beds were and dropped her bag on one.

—

As she was leaving, she almost bumped into Jessica. The woman scooched past her into the bathroom, in a bit of a hurry. As the door closed, her voice called out from behind it. “So I brought three suits. I left them on your bed, just pick the one you’d like and I’ll take the other two.”

Sarah walked over to the bed. It was freakin’ hot here, and it seemed like Mr. Harrison was right, swimsuits were going to be the uniform while they were here. She was excited to be out of her long skirt and t-shirt and into something smaller.

But she wasn’t prepared for how much smaller.

They were bikinis.

She was flabbergasted that she hadn’t even thought to ask. Jessica wasn’t really fat or anything, but she was hardly a beanpole, and she didn’t think a mom in her forties would be wearing anything this small. Or this…wild.

The first one was honestly just too tiny to believe. A thin strip of white fabric with black strings, and the top was two little triangles of the same. Jessica must wear like, a G-cup bra, she had no idea how the hell she could wear something like this and not have her boobs constantly popping out. The second was clearly the same brand and size, just in black with neon pink straps.

The last one was, horrifyingly, the one with the most coverage. The cups at least seemed to have enough fabric to match the size of her own hand. The problem is that it was neon pink and black leopard print. It screamed, hell, practically bellowed “I AM A TRASHY SLUT”

She stared down at the options in front of her. Honestly not believing what she was seeing. Jessica was…well she didn’t exactly give off a classy vibe but she was a mom! Why was she dressing like she was auditioning for some hardcore porn or something?

A drop of sweat fell on the pink suit. She angrily swiped her forehead, sweat streaming off her fingertips. The escort bayan base level of frustration was being multiplied at least twofold by how overheated she was. This was ridiculous. She started stripping down unceremoniously, dumping her shirt and skirt in a pile on the floor, followed by her plain, nude, F-cup bra and baby blue panties.

The pink leopard print one, pattern or not, was the only one that gave her even the slightest confidence that her boobs weren’t going to pop out if she so much as sneezed. Skimpy clothes were one thing, flashing the resort was another. She didn’t even particularly plan on going out like this. She just needed to not be wearing her old clothes and not be naked.

The bikini was 90 percent string. She growled as she held it up against her body, trying to figure out what went where. Finally, she figured out which part was the halter and threw it over her head, pulling the strings behind her back at her sides and awkwardly tying a knot behind her. She slipped on the bottoms a second later. Then she slipped them off and tied them the other way around. And then back the first way.

She almost screamed at the ceiling. There wasn’t any way she could wear this that covered…just about anything. She walked over to the mirror, fuming in frustration as she arranged and rearranged the suit. The top covered her nipples and managed to contain the weight of her breasts, but there was no way to avoid a truly staggering amount of cleavage, side boob, or underboob. She would scooch it in one direction and it would retreat on its opposing border. She had to settle for no underboob, only slight sideboob, and a frankly whorish amount of cleavage.

She did, according to the treacherous demon of a tag at least, have the bottoms on the right way around. It covered her whole mound at least. Barely. The back half on the other hand almost entirely disappeared into her ass. It was basically a thong with pretensions of being a swimsuit. She could see her pubic hair escaping around either side and out the top clear as day, dark brunette curls. She had honestly already shaved her legs and inner thighs for her own suit, but this was much less coverage than she’d expected.

Kayleigh walked in. “Hey, you ready to go?”

Sarah whipped around, covering herself. “Gah! Freaking knock!!!”

Kayleigh’s eyes widened, and she smiled. “Holy crap, you look great! Nice, I was worried that mom might have brought her boring suits.”

“Uh, nope! No, actually! She did not. She brought a Halloween costume for dressing up as a stripper” Sarah was blushing beet red. “Kayleigh, I can’t wear this.”

Kayleigh nodded ruefully, nodding downwards. “I mean, you do need to trim, yeah. No worries, I brought a razor.” She gestured to the bottoms of her own suit, where she had hiked the strings up high over her hips, leaving a fair bit of where her pubes would have been fully exposed on the sides, but clearly having been seen to already. “Honestly, just go bald for the trip. Easiest way. Or maybe a landing strip tops.”

“I don’t want anyone to land anywhere!”

“Fuck, you really are upset about this, huh?” She looked surprised. “Sarah…like…would I lie to you?”

“Yes.”

She shook her head. “I mean, if it was important.”

“…still probably, yeah.” Sarah set her jaw, crossing her arms over her chest.

Kayleigh rolled her eyes and flopped down on the bed. “Okay…well, whether you believe me or not, Sarah? That is a normal fucking swimsuit.”

Sarah made a strangled sound of disbelief.

“It is! The pattern’s a bit tacky but like, you are not gonna get arrested for indecency or laughed at or kicked out of somewhere for wearing that. This isn’t the 1800s. My mom didn’t buy it at some kinky sex store, she bought it on like, Shein. She wore that on a trip with our uncles and cousins and stuff. It’s fine.”

Sarah turned around. “My ass is hanging out!”

Kayleigh sat up. “Sweet god…no kidding. Your ass looks like, amazing in this suit, holy fuck.”

“I don’t want people staring at my ass and thinking “holy fuck!” She blushed. She really didn’t swear usually, and she could see Kayleigh grinning at the small victory.

“What, you want guys staring at your ass and thinking ‘what a wholesome woman of Christ, I bet she looks amazing while she’s praising the lord? Like, you said yourself, you want to flirt with guys on this trip.”

“I do!”

“Do you want them to flirt back?”

Sarah stood still, glaring at her friend. Kayleigh hopped off the bed. “Look, we both know I’m gonna be doing a lot of the talking and like, ice-breaking on this trip, right?” She didn’t wait for an answer. “Right. Me. I’m gonna be walking up to boys, in this swimsuit” she gestured at what she was wearing, spinning to show that her suit also disappeared between her cheeks pretty much immediately. “And I’m gonna be like, ‘hey guys, cool to see other folks our age or maybe several intriguing escort ataşehir years older, do you maybe want to show me and my friend a good time?”

She bit her lip, making doe eyes and speaking with a syrupy, flirty voice. Then she stopped, looking sternly at Sarah. “What I cannot then do is turn and point at a girl wearing my dad’s “I’d Rather Be Fishin” T-shirt.

“Oh, so I’m an embarrassment, huh? Your freak of a friend who’s gonna ruin things because I look so gross?”

Kayleigh rolled her eyes, staring at the ceiling in frustration, clawing at the air. “No! Jesus!” She walked over to Sarah and grabbed her by the shoulders. “Sarah. You are a hot, thick bitch with a great ass and a huge rack.”

Sarah blinked, taken aback. “I…bitch?”

Kayleigh almost exploded. “You are hot! I am hot! We are hot! We can fucking rule this resort this week. We can get invited to cabana parties, have our pick of guys, do literally whenever the fuck we want!”

Sarah stammered. “I…look, did you maybe want to…to invite one of your other friends and they cancelled or something? I don’t know if I can really…do that.”

“Do what?”

“…do whatever I want.”

Kayleigh looked at her with a face somehow conveying both pity and rage. “I…fuck. I did not invite you because someone else cancelled. I can get drunk and hook up with idiots back home, there are plenty of girls who I can drink whipped cream vodka with and screech that they look soooooooo good and hold each other’s hair back when we puke. I honestly like you. You’re smart-hell of a lot smarter than I am-you’re funny and insightful and empathetic. I enjoy your company. I have heard you talk about how much you resent your parents for locking you up in that house and letting you rot. About how you want to go out and be your own person when you go to University. Why wait?”

She opened the curtains, making Sarah yelp. “Calm down, baby….look. look out there. It’s gorgeous.”

It was. The ocean was so blue it was almost green, the palm trees swayed gently in the wind, and the pale, sandy coloured buildings looked like a paradise. People relaxed in the sun, or played volleyball on the beach, or just lounged around by the bar.

And you’ll notice that none of them appear to be wearing the sort of swimsuits you buy on recommendation from Gloria Roberts

Sarah sighed. Kayleigh pressed her advantage. “Look, the world without your parents telling you what to do is not in the future, it is right now. Today. You are living in it. I am not gonna report you to you parents. My parents won’t either. What happens here, stays here.”

“…it’s scary.” Her voice sounded tiny.

Kayleigh nodded. “Oh, fuck yeah, I’m a little nervous right now too.”

Sarah stared at her. “What, really?”

She shrugged. “Im not like…some complete delinquent. My stories just sound impressive because I’m the only person you know who has had sex and isn’t a married Christian parent. You just have to fake it. It’s what we all do. We just have more practice.” She walked to her bed and rummaged through her bag. “and unfortunately, the until you buckle down and get the practice, it’s even scarier. But you’re gonna have to do it eventually…Or you can just live with your parents until you die.”

She held out a bag with a razor and gel. Sarah stared at it. Sarah took it, and Kayleigh softly pushed her towards the door. “C’mon. Quick trim, and we’ll go find something cold and refreshing to drink in the water.”

Sarah slipped between the bedroom and bathroom as fast as she could, the door currently sitting ajar, and as she went in, Kayleigh slipped in behind her. She groaned internally, but she didn’t want another fight. It was just a girl. It was fine if other girls saw her. Kayleigh wasn’t going to leer or make fun of her.

The slim girl hopped up on the bathroom counter and flipped through her phone, stretching. “Sorry that this happened, again. Like, not a fun thing to have to deal with on a day where you already had a stupid long flight.”

Sarah hesitantly untied the neon pink string at her hips and dropped her bottoms, trying to feel casual. The voice was acting up again, but with a tone she wasn’t really used to.

It’s fine. You’re a hot thick bitch, remember? You and your other hot friend are hanging out while you shave your pussy and then you’re gonna go out and get stared at by…looked like something like a few hundred boys. And men! The whole spectrum of masculine lust. But right now, this is just two hot sluts hanging out. Being cool. This is probably totally normal for girls who didn’t have a purity ring.

She wasn’t used to the voice mostly attempting to make her feel good. She didn’t trust that. But considering how thoroughly outnumbered she was, it was nice to not have the message be “you suck.”

She hopped in the shower. No need to take off the top, friend or not. It was a swimsuit. It was supposed to get wet. She lathered up.

“You thinking landing strip or just shaved totally?” Kayleigh asked, not looking up from her phone.

Sarah’s cheeks burned, but she tried to power through. “I dunno…part of me honestly doesn’t believe anyone’s gonna actually see it so I’d rather just keep it simple and just get the sides?”

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