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The sun-drenched beach was a scene of pure paradise, with turquoise waves gently lapping at the pristine white sand. Amidst the throngs of college students soaking up the rays, three friends – Tiffany, Emma and Chloe – sunned themselves on colorful beach towels, giggling and passing around a bottle of tequila.
“I can’t believe we’re finally on spring break!” Chloe squealed, reaching for another swig. “No classes, no exams, just sand, sea and sexy surfer dudes!”
“Hell yeah!” Emma chimed in, adjusting her skimpy neon bikini. “Let’s ditch these towels and hit the water!”
Tiffany smirked, downing the last of the drink before tossing the bottle aside. “You’re on, girls! Bottoms up!” The trio jumped to their feet and raced towards the shoreline, their laughter echoing over the boisterous crowd.
As the girls splashed in the shallows, a group of college jocks caught their eye. With rippling abs and chiseled jaws, the temptingly tall hunks were the epitome of walking eye candy. Tiffany nudged Emma. “Check those beefcakes out!”
Emma licked her lips, her gaze trailing along the bulging board shorts. “I call dibs on the one with the tat! That full body sleeve is hotter than hell!”
Chloe rolled her eyes, tilting her sunglasses down. “Dibs called, y’all. I’m rockin’ that blonde Adonis in the middle.” The girls linked arms and sashayed towards the enticing eye candy, their hips swaying seductively with each step.
Just then, a lifeguard’s whistle pierced the air. “Excuse me, ladies!” Emma dropped her sunglasses, feigning a look of total innocence. “Yes, officer?”
He pointed to a large sign posted near the lifeguard station: “Unable to swim? No lifeguard on duty – stay in shallow areas.” Emma raised a brow, glancing at Chloe and smirking.
Unwinding her sarong, Chloe stepped forward, doing her best porno Imogen Heap impression. “What, you mean we can’t just jump in and tread water like we did in the pool?” The lifeguard’s eyes widened as he took in her barely covered assets.
Shaking his head, he explained, “If you can’t swim, no deep water.” Tiffany huffed, planting her hands on her hips. “Well, what’s the deal then? You gonna watch us closely, or what?”
The lifeguard swallowed hard, trying his best not to stare at the tantalizing triangle of skin between the girls’ tops and their lower halves. “Just stick to the shallows until your buddy takes a swim test, got it?”
“That works for me,” Emma said, scanning the billboard-sized surfboard showing swim lane numbers. Spotting one she liked, she found a strip of red hair poking out from the crotch line, her eyes gleaming wickedly. “Hey! Lane 18! Let’s claim that one and get freaky.”
The trio grabbed their towels and made their way to the spot Emma had called dibs on, the sun-dappled sand warming their bare feet. Unfolding the colorful fabrics, they laid them side by side, angling them so they formed a private alcove away from prying eyes.
