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Tanned, Toned, and Boned: A FMF Spring Break Threesome
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Bobby has gone to a Florida beach town for spring break. One night, he accidentally witnesses two girls having sex in a neighboring hotel room. The next morning, they confront him. If he's willing to crossdress as a cheerleader and cheer them on during a beach volleyball tournament, they might consider sharing their bed with him.
WARNING! This short story contains graphic and explicit depictions of hardcore sex. It is intended only for mature audiences of legal age. Here is an excerpt ....
“Fine.” Julie reached into her purse and pulled out a flier. She handed it to him.
He took it and looked. It depicted a woman spiking a ball over the net. In an athletic font, it simple read Sandy Cove Beach Volleyball Classic. It was running later that day. It listed a grand prize of one thousand dollars for first place.
“She,” Fiona hiked a thumb at Julie, “isn’t just my girlfriend. She’s my partner.”
“In life,” Julie said. “But more importantly, in volleyball.” She clasped her hands together on the diner table. “So, we have a proposal. If you want some no-strings-attached fun with both of us, you need to do something.”
Bobby looked up from the flier, first at Fiona and then at Julie. “What?”
“We need some motivation -- if you can find a cheerleader’s outfit.”
“For a girl, not a guy” Fiona interjected.
“Yes,” Julie said. “Exactly that. If you can find that, put it on, and come cheer us on at the tournament, we can teach you a few things later.”
“But.” Fiona shot him a stern glance. “And this is a big but –you have to be totally sober while doing it. If you’re drunk, you don’t get…” She made pointing back and forth between her and her girlfriend. “So,” she got up from the table. Julie got up too. “This is where we will leave it. It’s your decision.”