Tidal Wave
Avery Sam
Tidal Wave
by Avery Sam
Table of Contents
Table of Contents
Carried Away
All the Right Places
Wave After Wave
A Touch of Pink
Saving Water
Best Friends Forever
Carried Away
Kylee is my best friend, and we were inseparable ever since we were little.
Everyone thinks we're sisters because we look so much alike, but the truth is that we come from completely different worlds.
We met when we were both five years old, playing at a park in town that I loved because it had a long circular slide. Her parents didn’t have much money, so she mostly wore second-hand clothes and spent a lot of time at the library.
I thought she was cool because she could read better than anyone else in my kindergarten class, and her eyes nearly popped out of her head the first time she came over to my house and discovered that we had our own tennis court.
Like all best friends, we went through ups and downs throughout the years, but nothing could ever keep us apart for long.
We loved to gossip about boys, do each other's hair, and dance to the old disco records my grandmother kept in the parlor.
But our friendship changed dramatically one day after our sophomore year when we were spending the summer at my family's beach house in Miami.
My parents had gone into the city to attend a boat show, leaving just Kylee and me alone, happily lying out on the sand and enjoying the golden sunshine.
I remember that day was really hot, which is why we eventually had to get up and get in the water to cool down.
Neither of us was a particularly good swimmer, but we went out a bit deeper than usual just because of how good it felt to be submerged in the water.
I can't remember for sure, but I do know that Kylee and I were both in past our waists when the rogue wave hit us, sending us tumbling head over heels.
It had all happened so suddenly that I hadn't even had time to close my mouth, so the next thing I knew, I was bent over on the sand, retching saltwater.
Once I'd finally gotten my lungs clear, I looked over and saw Kylee stretched out just a few feet away from me. At first, I had a terrible thought that she was dead, but then I saw her chest moving slightly up and down when I raced over to her.
"Oh my god, Kylee! Are you okay?" I said, kneeling beside her.
"Yeah, I'm fine," said Kylee, her eyes fluttering open. "Wow, that wave came out of nowhere!"
"Yeah, it sure did," I said, breathing a sigh of relief. But that's when I noticed that she was missing her top.
"Uh, Piper, why are you laughing?" said Kylee.
"Because it looks like that wave knocked off your bikini top," I said, unsure quite why I found it all so funny.
"Um, well, I've got news for you," said Kylee, gesturing with her head as she lifted herself up to a seated position.
It took me a moment, but when I looked down, I realized that my top was missing, too. And then we both were overcome by a fit of giggles.
"Wow, good thing my folks aren't around, eh?" I said. "They'd think we were turning into a couple of lesbos."
"Yeah," said Kylee, but instead of smiling at my remark, it seemed like her eyes were fixed on my chest.
"What?" I said. "You've seen my boobs before."
"Yeah, but not like this," said Kylee, her voice soft and dreamy, making me wonder if she'd banged her head when the wave washed her ashore.
"Well, our tops have to be around here somewhere," I said. "Maybe we should go look for them before the current carries them away."
"Um, sure," said Kylee, still acting strange.
She then followed behind me as I waded into the surf a bit. But after scanning around, I saw no sign of either one of our bikini tops.
"Shoot, they're gone," I said. "Oh well. I guess we need to head inside."
"Why? What's the rush?" said Kylee. "Your folks won't be back for hours. Anyway, it kinda feels good being topless."
"Um, okay, sure. I guess," I said. But the truth was that the sun on my bare breasts did feel rather nice.
"I always wanted to go topless on a beach," said Kylee. "I was always jealous when I'd see one of those shows, you know, of women in Europe, free to walk around topless without everyone going nuts."
"Wait, since when?" I said. "This is the first I ever heard of it."
"Come on, Piper," said Kylee. "Don't tell me you don't hate always having to tug up your top. It's like wearing a soggy, wet bra, and I hate it."
"I suppose," I said. "But good gracious, if there were any boys around, their eyes would be popping out of their heads."
"But there aren't any boys around, are there?" said Kylee, giving me a mischievous grin.
"True," I said. "But quit staring at my boobies. You're making me feel self-conscious."
"Why? They're nice," said Kylee. "Besides, you know I've always been jealous of your chest. My boobs are so small."
"No way," I said. "I like your boobs. They're delicate and feminine, not like these big milkers I've got."
"Well, I guess we'll have to agree to be jealous of each other's boobs," said Kylee, which made us both laugh.
But then after the laughter died out, I noticed a strange gleam in her eye.
"What?" I said.
"Well, I've always wondered what it felt like, you know?" said Kylee, her eyes once again locked onto my chest.
"What what felt like?" I said, a strange buzzing sensation beginning somewhere deep inside of me.
"What your boobs felt like," said Kylee, coming closer to me in the water. "Like, are they soft?"
"You want to feel my boobs?" I said with a laugh. "Go ahead. Knock yourself out."
"Hmm," said Kylee, the tip of her tongue sticking out of her mouth.
For a long moment, we both stood there, the only sound the gentle crash of the waves on the beach. And then Kylee slowly reached out one hand to grasp my breast.
At first, I was planning to laugh it off as just another one of the silly games we liked to play. But there was something strangely sensual about the way she was touching me.
And to my surprise, I felt a twinge between my legs, indicating that I was getting aroused.
"Um..." was about all my sundazed mind could find to say as Kylee reached out with her other hand.
And it wasn't long before she was gently fondling and squeezing both of my breasts, causing all kinds of unexpected emotions to begin swirling inside of me.
Even so, I thought everything would end once she'd gotten her fill of squeezing my boobs. But as it turned out, that was just the beginning.