Spring Break Surprise

"I would have thought that would get it done, too," Brian agreed, wearing his signature grin. She removed her hand and he continued fondling that left breast on his own while the right one rested heavily on his forearm. His buddies all watched with expressions that betrayed varying degrees of jealousy.

"Oh, that wasn't naive at all," Jay conceded, his manner friendly and honest. "All joking and shit-giving aside, those tits (he pointed at them emphatically) should easily garner a gal some free booze from a bunch of drunk guys. I'm sure they would have gotten the job done if those dudes hadn't been hung up on Jen's punani."

"Truth!" T.J. exclaimed, before taking a long pull from his beer.

"Speaking of which," Cooper interjected, in his normal, loud, halfway smartass manner. "I gotta know, Jen, what's so special about your honeypot there." She was still leaning back against the bin, her elbows resting on it. Standing right next to her, he leaned over ostentatiously and made like he was inspecting her crotch.

When she realized what he was doing, she let out a small shriek and jerked into an upright, standing position, spilling beer all over herself in the process. One of her hands flew down over her crotch and she pressed her thighs together. Laughing hysterically, she asked, "What in the hell are you doing?"

Standing back up, Cooper feigned annoyance at her lack of cooperation, as though his action had been perfectly reasonable and she was the one out of line. With a mostly straight face, he said, "I'm trying to get a good look at it, so I can better understand what's so great about it. But I don't know how I'm supposed to see anything with you doing that." He pointed at the hand protecting her modesty and shook his head in mock frustration as everyone else, including Jen, broke up laughing.

While the laughter slowly died off, Cooper stood with his hands out to his sides, palms up, and continued to keep a fairly straight face, acting perplexed by her lack of cooperation. His poker face finally curled into a smile as Libby spoke up.

"I gotta say, Jen, I'm curious, too." she admitted, matter-of-factly. "I mean, I've seen a couple of vaginas in my day and they all pretty much look the same to me."

That generated immediate grumbling and disagreement from all four guys, most especially Brian. He had stopped playing with her breast a few moments before, but still stood behind her with his arm wrapped around the front of her torso and her breasts resting softly on top of it. His chin was nestled in her hair when he fired off an instant "Totally disagree" in response to her statement.

Ignoring the dissent, at least initially, she finished her point. "I'm just having trouble imagining how any one of them could be all that much more impressive than others," she reasoned. When she finished speaking, she tipped her head back and peered up at Brian, who was hovering over her, as if to give him the floor to disagree. Before he could say anything, though, Jay beat him to the punch.

"You only think they're all the same because you haven't ever really scrutinized them. Believe me, they're all unique and some are definitely better than others," he said, in a professorial tone.

Looking down at Libby and making contact with her upside-down but still beautiful eyes, Brian smiled. "What he said," was his only comment, drawing some laughter from the others and a grin from Libby.

After carefully bringing her head back to level while Brian nestled his face back into her hair, Libby said, "Okay. I stand corrected. I guess I have a lot to learn about vaginas." Turning to Jen, she added, "But I still wanna know what makes your vaj so awesome." Her tone was a little on the silly side, suggesting that the alcohol might have been affecting her. After adding multiple shots apiece to all the beer they had previously consumed, all of them were likely feeling it, to some extent, by that point.

"Yeah, Jen. Inquiring minds want to know," Cooper piled on, in his normal way, widening his eyes in her direction.

Standing in front of the storage bin, her legs relaxed but her hand still protecting her crotch, Jen giggled before answering. "I don't know. It's juuust...really small...annnd guys seem to think it's cute," she stammered out, followed by a shrug and a wide smile. She obviously wasn't unaffected by the alcohol, either.

"What do you mean, it's really small?" T.J. asked, his brow furrowed. "Like...the hole is small? Or the whole damned thing?"

"I don't know how to explain it," Jen said. "Do you guys just wanna see it?"

"Does the pope wear a funny hat?" T.J. bellowed in response. A reasonably adherent Catholic himself, he nonetheless loved his irreverent pope jokes.

"I do," Libby admitted.

Brian and Cooper both nodded affirmatively and Jay wisely gave no answer.

Putting her hands behind her, palm down, on the bin, Jen boosted herself into a seated position on it with her legs dangling. "Turn around, Jay," she commanded, without looking at him. She took a swig from her beer, then added, "Sorry, buddy, but we're not that kind of friends and you're the only one here who I have to see again after tonight." Jay shrugged his shoulders as if to admit she had a point. Then, he took a step backward and dutifully turned away.

Once he was out of the picture, Jen widened her legs and, wearing a poker face, reached for her tiny underwear. T.J., seated to the left, scooted and leaned for a better angle. Libby left Brian's embrace and crowded over T.J.'s right shoulder, her left breast mashing against it. Brian, in turn, looked over her shoulder and Cooper stood to their right. The eagerness all four of them showed was absolutely comical -- like school kids crowding around for show and tell.

As the others took their positions, Jen's hand unceremoniously swept the tiny piece of fabric out of the way, the ease of accomplishment highlighting how flimsy and ineffective the garment was. Once the hand cleared the target zone, taking the swatch of mesh and satin with it onto her thigh and stretching the gauzy waistband harshly, the tiniest, cleanest-looking pussy Brian had ever seen was left out in the open air, illuminated by lamp light for the audience's viewing pleasure.

Her description of it as "really small" couldn't have been more accurate. The distance from the top of her clit hood to the bottom of her slit couldn't have been more than two inches. The outer labia were indiscernible, other than there being a gentle rise of the otherwise normal skin toward her slit. Not only was there not a hair in sight, but there was no stubble or follicle bumps, either. No blemishes of any sort -- not so much as a freckle or pimple -- could be seen in the area. Everything was creamy smooth, everywhere. The only thing keeping the whole scene from looking creepily immature was her inner labia, which were prominent and well developed, though not substantial or meaty by any means. Those pretty lips, capped by that proud clit hood, left an indisputably womanly impression.

"See what I mean?" Jen asked, her stone face curling into a prideful smile.

"Damn, Jen," T.J. exclaimed, his voice barely above a whisper. "That's freakin' beautiful." His grin was as wide and toothy as ever and he was so engrossed in the view that he didn't appear to have even noticed Libby's breast, which was still pressed into his shoulder and upper arm.

Cooper was the next to comment, sounding clinical and businesslike. "Cute is definitely a fair description," he said. "I feel like I should pet it or give it a treat or something. It's not hard to see why the beer pong boys were impressed."

"Not hard at all," Libby agreed. "I kind of wanna lick it, myself, and I don't swing that way at all. How do you get it so smooth? Wax?"

"No. I had laser treatments a few years ago. I don't grow any hair down there at all anymore," Jen explained.

Brian took his turn at commenting, opting to be honest, given that Libby seemed unlikely to mind. "It's adorable, Jen, but it's so little. How do you have sex with that thing?" he asked.

Flashing an understanding smile, she reached down with her free hand and parted her lips with her index and middle fingers. She spread them open wide, revealing her silky, pink tunnel, which was glistening with wetness -- partly her own fluids and partly those of her erstwhile tongue bather, no doubt. That cranked up the intimacy level of the whole affair significantly, elevating the observers to gynecologist level privileges. Libby inhaled sharply, almost gasping, when the inner sanctum came into view -- her first such view of a vagina, no doubt. "It takes a little warm-up sometimes, but it does stretch," Jen pointed out calmly, smiling impishly.

Stretched as it was, her tunnel looked more accommodating than before, but Brian still wondered if his substantial member would fit in there with any comfort. Whether or not its size made it less than ideal for intercourse, though, there was no doubt about her pussy's appeal as a playground for the tongue. Mr. Schnapps had made quite a deal for himself, in Brian's estimation, but he thought better of saying as much out loud. "The warm-up's half the fun," he said, choosing a low-risk comment, rather than risking the display of too much appreciation.

"Mmm hmm," Jen purred in agreement, letting the discussion die there. She wasn't quite done with the demonstration just yet, though. Releasing her lips, she dipped her index finger between them and ran it slowly up her slit, collecting wetness as it went. When it reached her clit, she traced a few circles around the hood, applying just enough pressure to distort the upside-down V shape as the finger passed over it. There was a brief glimmer in her eye, suggesting that going a bit further was under consideration, but it didn't last long and neither did the finger party. Abruptly, she cut off the fun and clamped her hand over her pussy as though she was trying to prevent something from escaping its depths. Her face took on a look that was somewhat regretful, but resigned. "Okay. I'm done," she said.

A few seconds passed while recognition of the exhibit's ending set in, after which all four gawkers moved to turn away at once, probably looking to avoid any awkwardness. Their haste had the opposite result for at least one of them. T.J., turning and standing up from his chair all at once, without checking behind him first, stood right into a face full of Libby's boobs. He never seemed to notice that one of them was on his shoulder during Jen's show, but he certainly noticed when both of them blasted him in the face afterward. He reeled backward, almost literally falling over, then figuratively fell all over himself apologizing. Libby didn't mind at all, but that did little to stem his embarrassment. The others all had a laugh at his expense and the incident at least served to blunt any weirdness that might have otherwise followed the performance.

During the hubbub, Jay rejoined the group, clutching the schnapps bottle to his chest like a trophy. Once the laughter died off, he pointed out that there was only about one decent shot of booze left. There was general agreement that Jen should have it and the bottle was handed over to her. Then, everyone else raised their beers to meet her prize bottle and celebrate a toast. Cheers were offered "to spring break" and "to Jen's fruity, magical, little pussy" before the last shot was downed.

As the toast concluded, Libby pointed out that T.J. and Cooper were both tenting their drawers something awful -- an apparent residual effect of Jen's performance. While she gave them a ration of shit about it, joking about their out-of-control teenage hormones and such, Brian took stock of his own condition below the waist. Unsurprisingly, he was in similar shape to the other two. Pinned against his pelvis by his tight underwear, his pole had expanded sideways until the head was out near his hip. Its shape was clearly outlined in the stretchy fabric and presenting an impressive bulge. So much so, in fact, that he was a little disappointed that it hadn't drawn any notice from the ladies.

Far from being embarrassed about their own inflated appendages, Cooper and T.J. responded to Libby's teasing by hamming it up like the clowns they were. They struck poses, pushed out their hips, and waved their tents about tauntingly, cracking up about it as they did so. While everyone shared another round of laughs, Brian looked over the two female members of the group and mused about how ridiculous it was for anyone to criticize young, intoxicated males for being aroused by them. Jen's bold exhibition of her most intimate parts aside, the two ladies, by their presence alone, provided enough visual stimulation to easily justify a few boners.

Still seated on the storage bin with her legs spread slightly, Jen wore a sassy, confident smile and her posture oozed sexuality. Though she was no longer purposely displaying her sweet little pussy, keeping it fully concealed would have been too much to ask of her panties, even if doing so had been more important to her than seemed to be the case. Being waterlogged and stretched out had taken a toll on the skimpy garment and the waistband had lost much of its elasticity, leaving the rumpled triangle of fabric hanging limply over her crotch. Her smooth, creamy mons was bare all the way down to the cleft just above her clit and part of her pink lips peeked out along one side, to say nothing of what more could be seen through the fabric itself. In many ways, Brian found that ongoing partial reveal, and especially her casual attitude about it, sexier than the brief, unfettered spread had been.

The slender girl's visual appeal was by no means limited to the prize between her legs, either. Those legs themselves, bare and inviting from hip to toe, made for quite a spectacle, all on their own. Sleek, but curvy in all the right places, they sported unblemished skin, tanned to the point of being shiny, along their entire length. She kicked them lazily, drumming her heels on the bin and showing off their tone in the process. Beyond that, her rounded hips, narrow waist, and washboard stomach all provided superb fodder for pervy male eyes as well.

And then, of course, there was her partner in crime to consider. Though all the buzz generated by Jen's private parts and her openness with them had temporarily made Libby something of an afterthought in the eye candy department, she was still the headliner in that category. She hadn't stopped looking fantastic and nobody had stopped gawking at her, even when the spotlight was elsewhere. Brian had lost track of how many times he had caught each of the others (including Jen) stealing glances in her direction since coming down to the patio.

In terms of appearance, it wasn't at all hyperbolic to say that Libby had no real flaws. A dart thrown in her general direction was likely to hit something worthy of admiration or compliments. In that setting and attired as she was, though, her face and her boobs stole the show so thoroughly that the rest of her faded to near irrelevance. When Brian looked at her, his eyes zeroed in on those areas and all else went blurry, like a camera set for bokeh photos. He assumed everyone else experienced the same effect and the trajectory of all their leering seemed to confirm it.

Her radiant smile and sparkly eyes were enough to increase a guy's heart rate all by themselves. As Brian had experienced repeatedly since meeting her, being caught in her gaze could wilt even a stout veteran of the flirting wars like himself. Her overall beauty and magnetism, natural and seemingly effortless as it was, began and ended with that pretty face. Those superb breasts of hers, in a similar but separate way, were the standard bearers for the more erotic side of her appeal.

Swinging freely and unobscured, they couldn't help but stand out like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar at a jockey convention. Considering that an hour or more had passed since she first unveiled them to everyone, their nakedness might have become no big deal by then if they had been smaller or more nondescript. However, their attributes were such that they totally dominated the landscape and flatly refused to have their presence be seen as insignificant or commonplace.

Their size and prominence alone made them hard to ignore. Though not huge, they seemed so when considered in proportion to her frame. Projecting mightily, they demanded their own personal space out in front of her, needing to be accounted for and maneuvered around in the close quarters of the group. Their propensity to bounce and wobble at the least provocation added greatly to their noticeability, as well. And then, there was the effect provided by her nipples. Those thick, pink beauties lent a pornographic air to the whole scene. Though it was just their natural state, their constant erectness insinuated sexual arousal, giving an erotic feel to nudity that might otherwise have seemed more innocent. Taken altogether, those characteristics guaranteed that nobody was going to forget about Libby's boobs.

Adding to and enhancing their physical qualities was the way she carried them. Nonchalance was her policy and she adhered to it perfectly, seeming neither bashful nor overeager about her exposure. Nothing was purposely done to either limit or highlight the exhibition. She simply acted naturally, as if she were fully clothed, and was all the more alluring as a result.

It may not have been overtly intentional, but she did put on something of a show. Animated by nature, Libby wasn't one to stand still very often and that didn't change just because her boobs were out. They were stretched, smashed, swayed, and jiggled all over the place while she interacted with the others. On top of that, she wasn't at all careful about contacting people with them. Not only did she press one of them into T.J.'s shoulder for the duration of Jen's peepshow, but she contributed to his gaffe afterward by leaving them in ambush position right behind his head. He wasn't the only one treated to a sample of their consistency, either. In the process of all the bantering and maneuvering around each other that took place on that little patio, she managed to rub them across or smash them into parts of Jay and Cooper more than once, as well. The capper was when she theatrically bowed over while laughing, resting them both on Jen's thigh in the process. All that contact may have been more incidental than intentional, but its frequency and her apparent comfort with it were pleasant developments, in Brian's eyes.

Great boobies and a pretty smile weren't Libby's only contributions to the party, either -- not by a long shot. On top of all the scenery she provided, she was just plain fun to have around. She energetically laughed and joked with the group like she had known them all forever, displaying her personality as much as her looks. They complemented and empowered each other well, each of them seeming more appealing in light of the other.

After surveying the scene and thinking it over for a minute, Brian concluded that those two young women, by their appearance and their behavior, were as arousing as anything he had ever seen. Far from being embarrassed by his own raging erection, he thought it was quite well justified. In his estimation, Jay's lack of noticeable arousal was more surprising and derision worthy than was the presence of it among the other three. He almost said as much out loud, but Libby wound down her shit-giving spree before he could conjure up a clever way to put it.

Once all the laughter finally died out, the schnapps bottle was left on the storage bin by itself while the beer cans were policed up and the group headed back to the pool. As they headed up the stairs, Brian had the satisfaction of catching Jen checking out his still-raging bulge. Their eyes met and she flashed an appreciative smile before looking away and picking up her pace. A few quick steps pulled her ahead of and a sidestep brought her in front of him. Whether she was being bashful about having been caught looking or trying to get him going even more, the effect was to leave her bare ass right in front of him as she climbed.