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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
BIKINI BRIGADE
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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. “Black licorice.” 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.
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