Hannah Collins loved the summer time. Not only was the weather lovely and she got the break from school, but because she got the house to herself a little more. Her little brother, Lucas, loved going to the playground and so her mother took him frequently, and her father worked at the restaurant. So there was a good three days out of the week, at least, where she had the whole house to herself for the afternoon. It made her feel more mature, like she was living on her own like a real adult. That was the situation she found herself in now.

          She rinsed her hair free of the shampoo as she showered off. That was one of the drawbacks of Summer, unfortunately. The hot weather had her sweating more than normal, and she just hated the feeling of being sticky and sweaty. Another reason she liked having the house to herself. She could sneak in an extra shower without her parents getting on her case about the water bill. She finished up and stepped out, toweling herself dry. Hannah looked to the counter and cursed internally. She had forgotten the clothes she was going to put on. She walked back over to the hamper to get the towel to wrap around herself when she was struck by a thought. She could just walk to her room as is, no one would know. "Come on, Hannah" it purred into her ear. "Live a little." A mental debate took place within Hannah at that point. Pro and Con battled it out over the next minute or so as she mulled it over. Finally, she made her decision and dropped the towel back into the hamper.

          Hannah took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door, exposed to the rest of the house. She looked down to her room. About five steps away from the bathroom. It seemed almost like a let down that her exhibitionist excursion would be so short. After another quick internal monologue, she turned away from her room and walked down the stairs. Getting a little snack wouldn't hurt, and she could make it to the kitchen without passing by any of the windows looking out front. There was an electric thrill coursing through her body. The sort of buzz you get when you're doing something out of the norm, like when she would sneak downstairs late at night to watch a little more TV when she was supposed to be asleep. If she was going to do this, she was't going to dash around like the Road Runner, she was going to own her decision and have fun with it. She walked down the stairs like she was making some sort of grand entrance, hand on her hip in a sassy pose as her breasts jiggled with each step down the stairs. She even hummed "I'm Coming Out" by Diana Ross as she reached the bottom, strutting and dancing her way to the kitchen. She was acting so out of the norm for her, it made her practically giddy. Being home alone let her goof around and act silly all she wanted without being embarrassed, and she was pushing that to the limit now.

          She made her way into the kitchen, trying to slide on the linoleum, though her bare feet kept her from going anywhere. She reached up to open the higher cupboard to get some Oreos. Her mom always had a hard time keeping them out of Lucas' reach. When she had gotten enough of those tasty, cream-filled disks to make a good snack, she grabbed a glass and opened the refrigerator for some milk. The blast of cool air was no big deal on her face and arms, but her breasts, stomach, and crotch weren't used to the shift in temperature and cause her to shiver a bit. She couldn't deny that it felt the slightest bit arousing. The chill even caused her normally inverted nipples to stiffen and stick out. She looked down with a smile. "Oh! Hey there, girls. Decided to come out and play, huh?" She giggled off the feeling and poured herself a drink before putting the jug back, cheekily shaking her rump towards the chilled food before hip bumping the door closed and making her way back upstairs to her room.

          She picked up her phone from her dresser where it had been left charging. It looked as though she had missed a couple messages. She started looking through them as she sipped her milk. One was Tara wanting to see if she wanted to hang out tomorrow, when she had the day off. She texted her back a quick 'sure' before looking at the next one. It was from Victoria.

          Hannah and Victoria's relationship was a bit hard to describe. They weren't exactly friends, since they traveled in different social circles. They weren't exactly foes either, since they did talk and hung out from time to time. The best way she could describe it was, thanks to the closeness of their mothers, they were like cousins. Not too close, but not too distant.

          The first message read simply "Beach House, bitches!" with a group of photos attached. The Van Der Meers were one of the more well-to-do families in the city, and apparently, grandpa Van Der Meer had bought a small inlet of land on the beach a number of years ago and built a nice vacation house there for the family to use. Victoria must have managed to butter her father up enough to let her use the house as a party pad for the week. The pictures were pretty standard fare for a high school party. All the kids from the popular clique were there in their bathing suits, alcohol being consumed like only high school kids could, and so on.

          There was a second group of pictures in a Victoria message. The header on this one read "Don't share these!". They were your basic selfie, the phone held out at arms length to get them all in he shot. She wore her designer sunglasses, favorite skimpy bikini, and had both arms around a couple of boys from school, nothing too outrageous. The next ones, however, those were what caught Hannah's attention. Victoria had dropped to her knees and pulled the cups of her bikini top to the side, exposing her breasts, and both boys had their swim trunks pulled down to mid-thigh, proudly displaying two of the biggest cocks the young woman had ever seen! She quickly shut the door behind her and put the glass of milk down.

          She sat down on her bed, absolutely gobsmacked. Had Victoria meant to send these to her? She recognized both the boys from school, a starter on the basketball team and one of Victoria's rich friends. She felt the familiar fluttering of arousal in her loins as she stared at their bare members. Both were thick and long, the one on the left uncut. Her mind started bombarding her with all sorts of x-rated mental images of her in her friend's place, and what she wanted those boys to do with her. The next picture was even more explicit, with Victoria having moved her hand to where they were wrapped around the boys to her left's dick, now erect and, she assumed, throbbing. Hannah laid down on her bed, the phone over her face and zoomed in so she could get a good look at her classmates' large, hanging dicks as her free hand quickly moved passed the thick patch of pubic hair to her chubby lips. She flicked to the next group of pictures in the group, Victoria had tossed away her bikini top and was sucking each of the boys, alternating back and forth between them. One even going so far as to show her deepthroating one so far that her nose was pressed firmly to his stomach. Hannah took her middle and ring finger, she started quickly rubbing her clit up and down, back and forth as she imagined herself in Victoria's place. She always enjoyed the blowjob scenes in the adult movies she and Tara would watch at sleep overs, and it had always been something she wanted to try. The more her mind went down the road, the faster she rubbed herself, until finally, one of them threw her down in the cool wet sand of the beach and thrust himself inside her. She responded in kind by spreading herself open a bit with her index and pinky fingers and driving the middle two home. She bit her bottom lip to stiffle a moan as her hips bucked in reflex to her masturbation.


          Trevor stuck his key in the front door, unlocking it as he stepped inside. The lunch rush was over and they didn't really get much of a dinner crowd at the restaurant on a Wednesday, so he decided to come home early. Work had kept him pretty busy lately and he was feeling guilty that he hadn't been able to spend as much time with his family. Shannon could handle running the place. He had texted his wife before leaving, wanting to see if she was going to be home. She told him that she and Lucas were at the park, but they'd be home for dinner, so maybe they could have a nice meal together and that their daughter should be home. He checked the living room, empty. She must have been up in her room on her computer.

          Hannah was lost to her fantasy, imagining the two studs making a sandwich out of their bodies with her in the middle. She furiously fingered herself, oblivious to the world around her... which is probably why she didn't hear her father's footsteps on the stairs or when he called her name.

          Trevor hadn't gotten a response from her when he called. She must have had her headphones on. He opened the door to see if she'd like a nice dinner with them. "Hey, sweetie. Your mother and I were... AAAAAAH!"

          That snapped Hannah back to reality as she saw her father standing there, shocked, in the open door way. Her phone went flying as she jumped in surprise. Looking at him like she was a deer in the headlights as it hit her all at once. She was naked, in bed, masturbating to thoughts of her classmates, and her father just walked in and saw every last intimate bit of her... what a moment to orgasm.