Stepping outside, the vibration of pumping house music coursed through their bodies. A DJ spun records at the far end of the long, lagoon-style pool. On either side of him, go-go dancers in tight white short-shorts and matching knee-high boots gyrated on top of giant speakers. Ricky Martin clones stood at attention, balancing delicate silver trays lined with a signature cocktail, red on the bottom, then orangish in the middle, and clear and fizzy on top. A skewer of one cherry sandwiched between slices of lemon and lime teetered on the rim of each glass.

They strode down the length of the palm tree-lined pool in their four-inch wedges like models on a runway. Like they owned the place. Until someone grabbed Jade’s arm, knocking her off balance, and she spun around ready for a fight. Or a fuck, knowing her. It was Spencer. “Ladies! You made it!”

“Welcome to the launch of my new rum, Debauched. I’ve got a guy in Cuba, this is the real deal.”

The girls looked at each other and rolled their eyes while he scanned the crowd and signaled for someone. "Pedro!" In seconds, a tray full of those pretty cocktails appeared, and each grabbed one. Jade and Jenny tossed them back. Spencer sipped his.

“Damn. You girls are gonna be more trouble than a box of rattlesnakes.” He drank them in from head to toe and back again, a visible bulge taking shape in his pressed khaki shorts. A man wearing a linen suit and dark sunglasses approached and spoke into his ear, then stood next to him like a bodyguard, hands clasped in front of his crotch.

“Well ladies, I must do the rounds. Pedro here will show you to your cabana. Make the most of it!” He winked and linen suit led him away.

Pedro guided them a few feet to their prime cabana, right in the center of the action. Jade was deft when it came time to turn on the charm. Not to mention the high-beams that had blinded Spencer from beneath the little slip of a dress, now unconstrained in her tiny, transparent top. Pedro was still holding the tray, as ice melted into the remaining cocktails. “We’ll take those off your hands.” Jade grabbed the drinks and set them on the side table next to a luxurious, blue and white striped day bed in the cabana. “By the way, what are these called?” “Summer Flings,” he answered, and they burst out laughing. “Well, keep ‘em coming!”

Jade handed Jenny a glass. “Here’s to being single, seeing double, and sleeping triple!” Giggling, they clinked glasses and gulped their icy beverages.

Easing out of their coverups, the girls settled into two lounge chairs in the sun. Jade went one step further, removing her top. “When in Rome!” Her tits were stunning, a perfect handful, with perky pink buds like cherries on top of a sundae. Jenny ached to touch them. Taste them.

She had to get ahold of herself, afraid people might notice a wet spot between her legs if she let her lusty fantasies continue. Scanning the pool area, she noticed a blonde, bronzed goddess, topless. A cabana boy was spraying suntan oil onto her lithe limbs, and then her ample breasts. He took his time sensually rubbing it into her body.

“Shit! I forgot sunscreen. I bet she might have some to spare.” Jenny jutted her chin towards the glistening girl.

“I’ve got you covered!” Jade jumped up, tits bouncing, and went into the cabana. She emerged with a bottle of Hawaiian Tropic tanning oil. “You have got to be kidding me! I need sunscreen, not skin cancer.” Still, she grabbed the bottle, opened the cap, and inhaled the lush coconut scent. It brought her back to the irresponsible weekends of her youth, spent at the beach flirting with lifeguards and roasting in the sun. “Mmmm. Oh, fuck it.”

Jenny squeezed some oil into her hands and rubbed it up and down the length of one long leg, and then the other, outstretching each limb in the air so she could massage the backs of each thigh, and then back up to the top and outlining the V of her bikini.

She sat forward and squeezed more into her hands, awkward in her attempts to spread the oil onto her back and shoulders. “I’ll do your back!” Jade shifted into the chair behind Jenny, her pelvis flush with Jenny’s ass. “Move your hair.” Jenny held her hair on top of her head, both arms raised. Jade greased her palms and rubbed the oil into Jenny’s back, lightly at first, and then deeper, working it in with masseuse-like strokes.

She continued lower, slower, massaging around Jenny’s taught waist, sliding her fingers underneath the sides of her thong. “Gotta be thorough,” she said in a sexy, throaty voice, catching Jenny even more off-guard than the heat radiating down south. Oh yeah, she was definitely wet. Jade rubbed more oil between her hands and went lower on Jenny’s back. Fingers stroking further down, underneath the material of her thong, one lubricated finger slipping featherlight down her ass cleavage. Jenny squirmed, a perceptible moan escaping her lips.

Pedro brought more drinks and Jade told her to stay still. She picked up a glass and held it to Jenny’s lips, forcing more of the magic elixir into Jenny’s mouth than she expected, gulping until Jade removed it. She tossed the rest of the drink back until the glass was nothing but melting ice.

“Whew, that was strong,” said Jenny, lightheaded, eyes blinking hard under her shades. “No fucking kidding! Those cocktails had to be doubles. Whatever. You need to relax!” Jenny hiccupped, then giggled. “I love you,” Jenny said in a Debauched haze, and reclined back into her friend. The alcohol had definitely loosened her up as intended. She glanced around the pool and saw the Bronze Goddess. “Let’s get in the pool.”

Jenny headed to the stairs at the end of the pool and sauntered into the cool water, making her way back to the center, in front of their cabana. Jade sat on the edge dangling her legs in the water, Hawaiian Tropic and two glasses next to her. “Come back here, I haven’t finished!" Jenny glided over and stood in the chest-high water between Jade’s satiny legs, facing out into the pool. Jade continued where she had left off, working her way up the sides of Jenny’s body. When she reached Jenny’s armpits, she massaged gently with her thumbs, then shifted her hands so that her fingers were under the tiny triangles covering Jenny’s firm, delectable mounds, caressing the erect nipples that had tantalized her all afternoon.

Jenny closed her eyes. "Mmmmm..." she sighed. Jade paused and picked up another Summer Fling, again bringing the glass to Jenny’s mouth, now prepared for mouthfuls of the delicious, heady concoction, then taking it back and downing the rest. She fished out two of the melting ice cubes and worked them into Jenny’s nipples until they melted. Finally, she had Jenny right where she had fantasized about for so long.

Afraid to break the spell, she continued to rub the viscous liquid over Jenny’s shoulders, massaging down to her chest, underneath the strings of her barely-there bikini top. Finally, down further, encircling her breasts, rhythmically massaging the oil into her skin, tweaking brown nipples between her thumb and index finger. "Oh, babe," Jenny sighed.

She slid the triangles back along their bottom string so Jenny’s beautiful breasts were free, except for the constraints now framing them like a work of art. Bronze goddess, who had been scanning the pool, stopped and focused her attention on Jenny and Jade. She moved her sunglasses to feast her eyes on Jenny, running her tongue along the Cupid’s bow of her upper lip.

Jenny pushed her sunglasses up to rest on her head and held her stare. She wrapped her arms around Jade’s legs, running her hands up and sleek skin. Smiling, she arced her head back towards Jade, feeling like she was in the best dream of her life. “What are you doing to me?” The drinks, the heat, the coconut-scented oil, the electric touch of her stunning, provocative, libidinous, friend. She’d reached the point of no return. She wanted this. She wanted it all, whatever that would be. She snapped back to the goddess and imagined how those nipples would feel under her tongue.

Jade noticed Jenny’s attention was straying. She dipped into the pool, and her hands worked their way down Jenny’s core. Jenny pressed back into her friend’s body. Jade had one hand on Jenny’s waist, while the other pushed inside Jenny’s bathing suit, fingers sliding down until they were stroking her slippery clit.

Jenny inhaled sharply. “Oh fuck,” she panted, spreading her legs open wider. Thank god no one could see what was happening underwater.

“Oh yeah, that’s my girl.”

Feeling the rhythmic pumping of the music coincide with the pulsating within her walls, she twisted her head back towards Jade, and their lips met. Jade pressed her soft tongue between Jenny’s lips, tentative, until Jenny’s tongue intertwined with hers, kissing with abandon while Jenny writhed under the manicured fingers whipping her into a frenzy of ecstasy.

Someone jumped into the pool nearby and splashed them, causing an abrupt end to their kiss. Jenny inspected the crowd in and around the pool. She ached for the touch of her friend, but this wasn’t the Grotto at the Playboy Mansion. She faced Jade, their glistening, erect nipples grazing with the motion of the lapping water. “Let’s go back to the cabana.”

Next Chapter: The Cabana