A Bit Of A Girl Crush

by Anette Stern

  A Bit Of A Girl Crush

  A Katie Jacobs Story

  By Anette Stern

  All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. I hope you’re having this much fun, though!

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  A Bit Of A Girl Crush

  Hooked On A Girl Crush

  Can’t Stop A Girl Crush

  Even More Of A Girl Crush

  Can’t Believe It’s A Girl Crush

  Gotta Love A Girl Crush

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  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 1

  It finally hit her when she looked up to see an old man’s naked butt, moving slow and languid past Katie and her best friend Serena as they waited to check in to the resort.

  “Oh my God, Serena,” Katie giggled, unable to restrain herself despite her best efforts.

  The old man’s skin was leathered, almost reddish, and he carried a blank white towel under one arm and what must have been a bottle of Jack Daniels in the other. From the looks of things, he was headed to the resort pool, quite long past the need for sunscreen.

  “He should really put that towel on, right?” Serena whispered in return, a conspiratorial smile on her face.

  Katie blushed a bit at the sight. Serena had said the resort here—Punta Hermosa, they called it—was adults only. Now she was getting an eyeful of what that actually meant. At first she thought it was merely that children weren’t allowed. And the couple in front of them certainly didn’t have any children with them.

  Frankly, the thought of a week without kids around had sounded splendid by any measure to Katie. Her part-time job at the UC campus day care was trying enough, but for some reason the kids had found an extra burst of energy right during finals week. Somehow she’d survived, but only just.

  Serena was a little taller than Katie, and liked to wear her long blonde hair down around her neck instead of tied up like Katie’s. She was a tall enough girl to make the basketball team if she had wanted to, but not tall enough to be really pressured to.

  Hmmph. Katie had always been a little self-conscious about her thin, almost waifish body, and envied Serena’s sexy figure. Particularly her breasts. They seemed as though they caught enough attention on their own, after all. Everything Serena was, Katie wasn’t. Katie was short and slender, with narrow hips and small breasts and shoulder length dark brown hair that she wore up in a pony tail. At least she had a cute butt.

  “Senoritas?” The voice came from behind the check-in desk from a short, round little Mexican lady with a huge smile. She was middle-aged at least, dressed as contemporary a style as a woman of her age could manage, and sported a very un-Marilynesque mole in what would otherwise be the perfect spot for it. “You check in?”

  The previous couple at the desk had left by now, and Serena hurried up to the front. “Si, senorita,” she said, her Spanish halting and unfamiliar to her tongue. “My name is… mi.. mi nombre es Serena.”

  “English ok, I understand,” the lady said, her fat cheeks widening into an even bigger smile, and clacked the keys on the old, worn-looking keyboard at her desk. “Serena, and what your last name?”

  “My last name is Ferris. Serena Ferris.”

  Clack-clack. “Ah yes. Serena Ferris. I see you here. You have one king bed, yes?”

  Katie shot a glance over at Serena. “We booked two beds, I think?”

  The little round lady’s thick brow knotted and she typed some more. “No, I have for one bed. Is ok? Is only room left today. I cannot give two bed.”

  “Did you book it wrong?” Katie asked Serena, puzzled. If it was one thing to be at a clothing-optional resort, it was quite another to share a bed at one!

  “I didn’t think so,” Serena said, and pulled out the sheet of paper with booking instructions they’d printed on her dad’s computer. “See? It’s… oh. One.”

  “Is booked one bed. Is okay? I check when one become free and let you know. Is only small charge to change.”

  “Actually, it’s… it’s ok,” Katie blurted out. “We’re best friends.” Well, that sounded weird.

  “Yeah,” Serena added sheepishly. “Sorry, I clicked the wrong button.”

  “No problem. I see you already pay on your card. Please to give me card. And I need to see ID.” She reached up her impossibly short arm, and Serena handed over her card and California state driver’s license.

  “Driver’s license,” Serena prompted, as if to remind Katie about her fake ID. Well yes, I wasn’t going to give her my passport. I’m only nineteen. The resort was strictly twenty-one and up, which wasn’t so bad considering that they would never find out that she was too young to be here. And Serena had just turned twenty-one, so she was fine.

  Katie handed the driver’s license to the little lady. “I actually am an adult,” she had protested initially to Serena, as they packed their overstuffed suitcases back home in San Diego over celery sticks and peanut butter. “I won’t need it.”

  But the fake driver’s license would have to come along for the ride, even if it meant making Kyle Peterson turn around halfway to the airport because Katie had forgotten it.

  Oh, Kyle, Katie mused as she remembered that funny scene. What you wouldn’t do for Serena. The memory was funny enough to momentarily suppress the usual fear of discovery that went along with using a fake ID, at least temporarily. But hey, this one was good enough to fool the bouncer at Porter’s Pub back home. At least I think it fooled him anyway.

  “Okay, Katie Jacob, everything is good, here you go,” the old woman said, handing the ID back to Katie without more than a cursory glance at it. It’s Katie Jacobs, thank you. “Here are room key, here are towel,” she said, placing several of each on the desk. “And remember, must wear clothes in restaurant and in bar.”

  Strict rules here, Katie mused as she pondered that. “And everything else?”

  “You will see. Is normal here. Very busy season. You lucky you got room. There was cancel at last minute.” Her jowls wiggled a bit as she said the words, and again Katie wanted to laugh, imagining this old lady walking around in the buff. This time she suppressed the urge, but only barely.

  “Thank you,” Serena said, taking all of the towels under her arm. “And what is your name?”

  “My name is Alessandra. Nice to meet.”

  “Oh, where are you from?” Serena asked. “That is not a Mexican name, is it?”

  The little old lady beamed. “I am from Guatemala, land of many trees. Mexico my opportunity. Found nice man and marry him.”

  “Oh, congratulations!” Serena smiled

  “Then I divorce him and start business here,” she added with an even bigger smile. “Now I am happy. Everyone naked and nobody care.”

  Katie’s mouth dropped open in surprise, and this time neither her nor Serena could help but laugh out loud.

  Chapter 2

  “What should I wear?” Serena asked, holding up a flimsy white sundress in one hand and an even less modest sheer wrap.

  “We won’t be wearing anything at the spa,” Katie responded, looking up from her iPhone. “Just wear the sundress and bring your bikini. If we wait too much longer we’ll be late for the appointment.”

  “Fine,” Serena said, and folded up the wrap and stuffed it back into
her suitcase before heading into their room’s bathroom to change.

  A quick stop in the room to drop their suitcases off had turned into an impromptu fashion exhibit, but it was more of Serena’s usual indecisiveness on trivial matters than of any real decision making that had to be done. And there were decisions she had to make, after all. Decisions like what to tell Kyle about the resort they were at, or whether to respond to his Facebook request in the first place. After all, they’d only met in the car on the way to the airport, and he was obviously crushing all over Serena while she was around. Decisions, decisions.

  “Kyle would go totally crazy if he knew that you could walk around naked here,” Katie yelled out to Serena.

  “Do you think he’d ever put any clothes on at all?” Serena laughed as she came out wearing the sundress. The blue straps of her bikini top showed from under the wide neck, and the shape and color of the bikini was visible through the thin fabric.

  “Pff. I’d make him if you didn’t.”

  Katie was long past having to admit that Serena had a nice body. In fact, she’d always thought Serena was her prettiest friend, even when some of her other friends seemed to get a bit more attention from the boys growing up. But lately things seemed to have come around for her too. And while Serena never seemed to end up with the athletic and hunky guys that seemed to go after Katie, Katie certainly noticed very swiftly how nice most of those guys treated Serena whether she was interested in them or not. Especially Kyle.

  But Kyle wasn’t as hot as Chad had been, that’s for sure. Katie felt so little around him. He was the second biggest star on the university rugby team, and definitely the best player. Or maybe he was the best player, and the second biggest star on the team, or maybe just a player. Who knew. Either way, he was definitely something. Katie had only dated him for a little while, but every once in awhile she wished things had worked out.

  “Hey. Earth to Katie. Let’s go.”

  Katie snapped out of whatever spell she’d been floating in. “Right, sorry, was thinking about something.”

  “Oh God, Serena.” Katie took a long and deep breath, smelling deeply the coconut oil and fragrance of the spa, against the rush of the sea air blowing in. She lay prone on the massage table, naked with a towel narrowly folded over her butt, her eyes closed against the warm bright light that penetrated her eyelids.

  “I know. I’m not moving for forever.” Serena’s voice came muffled through her own towel. Her face was buried directly into the cloth.

  “That was good.”

  “I know.”

  Punta Hermosa’s massage table overlooked the Pacific Ocean, and the sand and sound of waves was an entirely unexpected—and welcome—wrinkle to the usual pleasantness of a massage. The staff had been skilled and pleasant, if not particularly hot. The smell of vanilla lingered in the air, and each new breath sent thrills down Katie’s spine.

  “I love vanilla,” Katie added, almost rhetorically.

  “I hope you don’t mind sharing a bed,” Serena said apologetically. “I booked it wrong.”

  “We’ve shared beds before. It’s no big deal.”

  “Yeah, a long time ago,” Serena added. “Actually, it was at your fifteenth birthday party, right?”

  “Well, it wasn’t much of a party, just you and me.”

  “And cake. That makes three,” Serena declared.

  German chocolate cake with coconut-infused frosting. That’s what she had wanted for her birthday, so Katie had to make it herself. Good thing she’d taken Home Ec in seventh grade, or that cake would have lit on fire.

  “Close enough for me. Anyway, the room is okay. I guess if we’d have insisted on a two-bed room, we’d never get to stay at all.”

  “I did kinda forget about booking until last minute.”

  “You’re such a ditz,” Katie laughed.

  “Don’t judge me!” Serena cried out in mock indignation, reaching to push Katie’s table over, and succeeding in only gently rocking both of their tables at once.

  “Hey!” Katie squealed, holding on for dear life.

  “Hey what. Let’s go to the beach,” Serena said, picking herself up off the table to reveal her gently curved breasts.

  They were stunning. Perfectly rounded, perfectly sized. Her nipples were a little larger than Katie’s, too, and drew to a lovely little point, surrounded by a dark areola. Katie liked the way they gleamed with the coconut oil.

  I can’t remember the last time I saw Serena completely naked, Katie instantly realized. Had it been gym class in ninth grade? Before that? No, she had never had gym class with Serena, come to think of it. How long has it been?

  She looked different now, however long it had been. The slender, stick-figured girl of their adolescence had blossomed into early womanhood before they had graduated high school. Katie had been jealous back then, of her tall and beautiful friend that had all the right curves right where they belonged. But she had not seen so much of her as she had now, not for a long time.

  “Hey, don’t look,” Serena taunted as she sat up, covering up her breasts with her arms. “I’m ever so modest.” Her hips lay uncovered, and Katie could not help but sneak a glance at the bare space between Serena’s legs.

  “I think I’ve seen those before,” Katie said with a grin, but her gaze lingered on Serena as she drew her towel over herself to cover up.

  Chapter 3

  The walk to the resort’s private beach under the warm Mexican summer sun was silent, and Katie found herself again lost in her own thoughts as they walked. The sand was hot between her toes, and she wiggled them as she walked, feeling the burning granules of sand between.

  Katie found herself admiring Serena’s bikini as they walked. A sky blue sarong over her generous hips covered up her matching bottoms, and her top seemed to cup her breasts perfectly. How did you find the perfect bikini top? Katie had ordered her green Victoria’s Secret bikini on the internet last year, and while it fit well enough to keep, she never really had grown into it. They called it The Hottie Halter. Yet she never quite felt like a hottie in it, only a bit awkward.

  The wind is nice, she thought for a moment, her thoughts drifting away from Serena and her lovely bum for the moment, and then back again.

  No words were exchanged, and they found a little spot of sand far away from anyone else, an empty patch of sand overlooking the Pacific Ocean in its endless and matchless beauty. The cloudless sky glimmered a deep blue, and the sun shone more brightly over them than ever Katie had seen.

  “I thought the resort was full,” Serena observed as they spread their towels out on the sand. “I see hardly anyone here.”

  She was right, Katie realized. Other than an old couple sitting on the far end of the beach—naked, if her eyes did not deceive her—they were alone on the beach. No, wait. There was another, single man sitting by himself in the opposite direction, very near the water that lapped in rhythmic waves near his fee. She couldn’t make out much more than that without her contacts.

  “It’s early, they’ll be here,” Katie observed. “I don’t think people even wake up here before noon here.” She squinted her eyes to look at the single guy again, trying to make out whether he was wearing swimming trunks at all.

  Indeed, the resort felt like a sleepy escape from the world to Katie. The very casual nudity they had seen here, whether here on the beach or in the resort itself, seemed more of a simple relinquishing of the responsibility of dressing rather than a deliberate act of titillation. Not that there was anyone to titillate here. The only people anywhere near Katie’s age that they had seen were the hired help, and their professionalism had been beyond reproach thus far. And as she looked into the distance she saw a young-looking blonde woman, carrying what must have been two oversized margaritas, join the single guy at his place. Oh, and she was naked too.

  No bueno. And the hired help is almost too professional, Katie mused as she sat down on her towel. It felt strange being somewhere where she couldn’t flirt or wink he
r way into just a little bit better, well, anything. Even last week, lunch with Madison at Applebee’s brought a free plate of mozzarella sticks from the cute waiter, without even asking for them. And marinara sauce, too.

  Serena stood back up to untie her sarong, and Katie stopped thinking about marinara sauce very quickly.

  “Oh my God, you’re wearing a thong?” She resisted the urge to reach up and slap Serena’s perfectly rounded, and now very visible, bum.

  “You like it?” Serena laughed as she shook her butt right in front of Katie’s face.

  “No, get your butt out of my face!” Katie said, half-heartedly. It was right there. One smack. That’s all it would take to set her straight. But she couldn’t find it in herself to dislike such a cute bikini, and inwardly she admired Serena for being so daring.

  “I got it last year in Italy. I’ve been dying to wear it again,” Serena said again, and gave it a final shake before settling down onto her towel next to Katie. One smack.

  Katie regarded Serena for a moment, her skin still glistening from the coconut oil at the massage room.

  “Do they go topless in Italy?” Katie asked, now wondering if Serena had done so.

  Serena leaned forward a bit on her towel toward Katie. “Everywhere. It’s not like San Diego.”

  Katie was intrigued. “Did you do it?”

  “Did I…?”

  “Did you go topless?”

  Serena laughed. “Hah! Well as they say, when in Rome…”

  Katie felt intrigue light up inside. “Did you like it?”

  This time Serena had a sly grin. “Definitely. Loved it.”

  Katie imagined Serena now in the middle of a crowded beach, basking in the covert looks and secret admiration of strangers from afar. She certainly had the body for it, after all.

  A thought crossed her mind.

  “Fine. If you liked it so much…” Katie said, and pulled off her top. Her taut little breasts perked up at the exposure, and she reflexively looked around to see if anyone was near. No, they had nearly complete privacy.