To be honest, it was very embarrassing at first, putting the swimsuit on, and asking Stasha for the rest of it, only to hear her tell me that was it; there was nothing more to put on.

"Are you sure?" I asked in the changing room at the beach, informing her that I wear more to bed than what that skimpy, barely there swimsuit covered.

"Positive Traci," Stasha replied, "you need to show off those fine round D cups with those hard nipples and that tight round ass cleavage, after all if Miley Cyrus can show her ass off in public you should too." She added.

"But... but I," I said, her words interrupting me as she spoke again about my body; "Men, boys and even old ass grandpa's will be falling over that hot, breathtaking gap between your thighs." She hissed, knocking on the door to my changing room, "Let your body do the talking you're mouth at the moment can't do." She sighed with a slight odd smile as if referring to something more carnal.

"But... but," I tried to fight, not wanting to come out of the room, too afraid, too shy to believe in my looks or myself.

"I understand that but, this... this is too much, or rather too little at one time." I hissed looking at myself in the broken mirror, noticing the fine curves of my own body covered by a few strands of sting and only enough velvet red cloth to cover the tips of my nipples and the camel toe of my large pussy lips.

"Come oooonnn Traci, you're 19, going to be twenty you need to get some real cock inside you instead of using all those dildo's you think you keep hidden under your bed." Stasha hissed pulling on my arm even harder, "you look so damn tasty even I kind of want to lick you all over," she sighed deeply. "If I was into other girls," she quickly added, pulling me away from the darkness I created, the darkness and safety of shadows I learned to love.

"Ummm... this is it, you ready?" She asked me, walking me out into the public eye, not waiting for me to respond as the hot sun bore down on my almost naked body. I could feel my heart pounding with apprehension, never had I felt so many eyes upon me at one time from both women and men at the same time.

Without Stasha there beside me, without her strength dragging me onward toward the water, I could have caved right there, died right at that spot never knowing the touch of a man upon my body or his hot, throbbing cock ramming deep inside me.

"They... they're all looking at me, like... like some sort of...," I gasped quietly, whispering to Stasha as we made it to the shoreline, the cool, crisp water of Lake Michigan splashing up across my inner and outer thighs as I stood with Stasha by my side.

"You look supper hot right now, don't you feel the eyes upon you?" she asked playfully. "Women all across the beach, within eye shot of you are looking at you with disgust as they see their man eyeing you, while all the men are picturing themselves ridding you bareback, devouring, ravaging you're tight pussy with their lips, fingers and tongues. Can't you feel it?" Stasha asked, as if she too was feeling some sort of awkward attraction to me.

"You... you don't think the backside is too revealing?" I asked trying to block out the feelings pressing upon me, the tension so ripe in the air I could almost taste it.

"Of course it's too revealing," Stasha said, standing to my side, before suddenly slapping one of my ass cheeks with the tips of her fingers, leaving a slight red welt.

"Ouch... that hurt," I whimpered with a high-pitched squeal, only hear the slight silence around me, the eyes upon me more intense at that moment than ever before. I could literally feel the lust; smell the musky scent of the men staggering around me, so much, so I had to get away. My body reacting on its own as I ran into the cool water, the heavenly fluid rushing all over my body, quenching my own secret desires before coming up for air.