In college, I was lucky to have a small (but close) group of friends with whom I spent those formative four years. Although this group was a near-equal mix of men and women—and although we spent much of those four years drinking and hanging out—nothing sexual ever occurred (at least as far as I know). Perhaps that’s how what follows came about; maybe there was more sexual tension brewing those four years than any of us realized.
To celebrate college graduation, a bunch of us took a trip to the beach right outside one of our hometowns (not mine, sadly). As a gesture of comfort regarding the truly platonic nature of our friendships, the ladies didn’t hesitate to wear bikinis. Although all the ladies looked great, two of them in particular—Kim and Julie—somehow looked especially so, their glistening and tan bodies exposed just enough to show their slim, tight figures. As the afternoon wore on, I had to watch myself to make sure I wasn’t staring at them, or at least wasn’t caught doing so. Needless to say, I also had to be careful not to stare to the point of arousal, as there wouldn’t have been any real chance of hiding a hardon in my swim trunks.