What happens when everyone is nude but you?

The group lingered there, letting the warmth of the sun lull them into a tranquil quiet. Hannah and Warner (who were dating) lay side by side. Idly his hand stroked her leg, nearing her upper thigh. I watched out of the corner of my eye, wondering where this would lead. Warner’s penis stirred as Hannah put her hand on his chest. Their budding sexual arousal stirred the same in me.

I wasn’t the only one who noticed. John, a good-looking soccer player, had caught my eye earlier. But this wasn’t The Dating Game. I didn’t come here to be seduced. However, life is full of serendipity, isn’t it? John shyly asked me if I wanted some sunscreen too. I knew exactly what this entailed.

“Well, maybe just on my back,” I said, as I rolled onto my stomach.

John straddled me, sitting on the back of my thighs. He leaned forward, rubbing lotion onto my back. I could feel his penis dangling on my buttocks. He rubbed my back and shoulders. It felt wonderful. And then I no longer felt the penis dangling on me, even though he was leaning forward over my back. I knew it must have risen.

Hannah and Warner had the discretion to move their blanket behind some shrubbery. But out of sight did not mean out of earshot. We could hear the sounds of their love making.

Hannah had Warner. I had John atop of me. Annie sat there wide-eyed, as Steve looked at her with unspoken expectation. But Annie had crossed one line in removing her clothes. Allowing a strange guy to have his way with her was a completely different line.

She was terrified. Steve was obviously not going to get anywhere with her, and his sexual frustration was evident as he pulled his knees up, to hide his growing organ. I felt sorry for him, and although I was sure he was a decent guy, I wanted to forestall him pressuring Annie. After all, I was partly responsible for putting her into this sexually charged situation. And despite my own incitement in openly rubbing her behind, (or maybe because of it, I felt protective of her.

“Steve, who don’t you help John put the sunscreen on me?” I asked.

John was surprised, but couldn’t very well be jealous (we weren’t lovers after all.) He moved over and Steve massaged my legs as John continued to work my back. Then I signaled them that I wanted to roll over. Each took a breast and massaged me, hands flowing down to my groin. Someone, I don’t know who, put a finger inside me.

The idea of two men giving me pleasure was just a fantasy, one I never dreamed would actually happen. But it happened. Annie was relieved to be off the hook. I was delighted.

They worked on me as I moaned from the pleasurable tactile touch. That finger inside me circled the clitoris and I surrendered to the mounting wave. I shuddered as it struck me.

I told the guys to lie down, side by side; that I wanted to reciprocate. With a hand on each erect penis, I used the lotion to relieve them of their sexual tension. I’ve had some experience with this and before too long, there were grunts and semen spurted. Annie watched us, her hand covering her open mouth. I was more convinced than ever that she was a virgin.

The guys lay back, in that quiet time after sexual release, eyes closed, resting. I turned to Annie.

“You’ve been excluded. Is there something we can do for you?”

“Oh no,” she replied. “I loved watching the guys. I’m not very knowledgeable. I hardly dated in high school. But I want my first time to be with someone I really care about.”

Then she continued. “But do you think they’d mind if I touched it?”

“What?” I said, unsure what she was asking?

“The penis. Do you think I can touch it?”

“I’m certain the guys won’t object,” I said.

John, listening to this, opened his eyes. Huh?

Annie went over to him, and with some trepidation, lifted the penis with her thumb and forefinger. She raised it and fell along the ridge at the top. Then she cupped the testicles in her hand, feeling the balls like a jeweler appraising gemstones.

John watched her silently. The penis wasn’t ready to return to full trim, but it stirred a little. Annie dropped it like a snake.

“It’s pretty amazing, that thing, isn’t it?” she said.

“Yes. When the time is right, I know you’ll love it.”

She said no more. We all washed off in the lagoon, dressed, and began the trek back home.

I love Spring break. And 9 more days of nothing to do but get into some mischief.