Brooke woke up slowly, but realized even before her eyes were open that something was not quite right.

First, she knew right away that she was naked. That didn't throw her off too much, since she slept naked. But she also knew that she wasn't alone. Since she'd broken up with her boyfriend a week ago, she hadn't shared a bed with anyone. So that was going to require some explaining. Third, she realized that there was more than one person in the bed with her. Fourth, and helping right away to tie items 1-3 together, she felt like she'd had a hell of a night. The hangover was pretty mild...just a light throbbing behind her eyes. But the way the rest of her body felt exhausted, she'd had some serious sex.

Without moving, without even opening her eyes, she tried to get her bearings. She was at the beach. She'd remembered coming down to the beach with her best friend, Melissa. They had a gorgeous suite right on the waterfront in Wrightsville Beach. Brooke felt a breeze through an open window, warm and pleasant, and she smelled the unmistakeable ocean air. They'd been down a couple days. The hotel had a great pool, with poolside drink service. Oh yeah, the waiter...he'd kept the drinks coming. But it wasn't him in bed next to her. She knew that even in her most drunken state, she wasn't going to bed with him.

Was it...? Oh shit, she thought. Shit shit shit shit.

She knew exactly who the man on her right was without opening her eyes. But she couldn't have. She was a teacher, and he was...

Brooke opened her eyes. She was lying on her back, above the sheets, nude, staring at the white ceiling. The ceiling fan was turning. A man's arm was over her stomach, his hand resting lightly on her full breast. The woman to her left was also curled up against her, a long, tanned leg over Brooke's.

Then Brooke was aware that another person was in the bed, on the other side of the man, her arm thrown over his body, her hand touching Brooke's side.

In bed with three people?! What the fuck?!

Brooke slowly turned her head to the left. Deal with the woman first. There was no way. Just no way she'd done...

The woman was facing her. Brooke knew her face. Brittany Coleman. Junior...no, rising senior now, at Coolidge High. Popular girl, never a problem, did cheerleading and volleyball. Got a B+ in Brooke's English Lit class this year. Good student.

Oh shit.

Brooke turned to her right, knowing exactly what she would see, but needing to see it to believe it. Facing her, snoring with a blissful smile on his face, was Jacob Montgomery. Jake. Also a rising senior, future frat boy, party guy, frequently a problem, captain of the soccer team and starting shooting guard for the basketball team. Got a B in Brooke's English class, probably thanks to his girlfriend. Brittany. Who was sleeping, nude (like Brooke and Jake) to her left.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Jake opened his eyes and his smile widened as he looked at Brooke. She felt his hand squeeze her breast softly. He said in a happy, sleepy voice, "Hey Ms. Cassidy."


21 HOURS EARLIER

Brooke pushed herself up out of the pool and stood in her metallic blue string bikini, soaking up the sun and brushing back her blonde hair. She was perfectly aware of plenty of eyes on her. The beachfront hotel was packed in late June, and probably one hundred people were around the pool, even more on the beach. Brooke knew perfectly well that she was one of the three or four sexiest women there. She was a petite 5'3", and weighed only 115 pounds, but she had curves to spare, with c-cup breasts, a tiny waist, a tight round butt, and toned, athletic legs.

Two years out of college, turning 24 next month, she was as sexy and confident as she'd ever been. And she'd never lacked for either sex appeal or a healthy self-image.

She was happy. She had a job she loved as an English Lit teacher and girl's assistant swim team coach at a private high school outside of Charlotte, North Carolina, even if it didn't pay much. And she'd just dumped her boyfriend. Nice guy, but now that he had finished law school he wanted to settle her down and marry her. No, sir! Not yet! Life was good single, for now.

The school year was over, and she was at the beach with her best friend since, well, forever, Melissa. Melissa was a grad student by day, bartender by night. She was a hot brunette, about two inches taller than Brooke, with striking green eyes, a killer figure and d-cup breasts...all of which insured that she left the bar every night with tons of tips and at least one marriage proposal.

At the moment she was being the beneficiary of a good bartender, taking two mojitos off the pool boy who'd make Brooke and Melissa his personal customers over the last two hours. Melissa lay in her deck chair, shades on, skin tanned, in her tiny red string bikini.

Brooke walked over to her, sitting down and letting her skin dry in the hot sun.

"Get one for me?" Brooke asked.

Melissa nodded, "Yep. Carl said he'd be back in five minutes to see if we needed anything else."

"Did he offer to provide room service later, yet?" Brooke asked, laying down and taking a long drink from her mojito. Damn, the bartender made them well!

"Of course," Melissa said.

Brooke put her drink down, feeling a little buzzed from the three mojitos she'd already had today. Perhaps she'd try a pina colada next, just to mix things up. She rubbed on suntan lotion, put her shades on, finished her mojito, and laid back, enjoying the sound of the ocean nearby and the sun on her body.


She felt the sun go into shadow and opened her eyes. Looking up, she saw a muscular young man looking down on her, smiling. He had a great body, but she wasn't interested in being hit on yet. Maybe this evening, but not yet. She was about to tell him to buzz off when he said, "Hey, Ms. Cassidy!"

She recognized the voice and then his face. She sat up, taking off her sunglasses, and said, "Hey, Jake! Wow, you're down here?"

She scrambled off the deck chair and gave him a hug. Jake was tall, nearly a foot taller than her she realized. And he really did have some muscles on him!

"Yeah, I'm here with Brittany," he said.

"Woah, no parents or anything to chaperone you two?" Brooke laughed.

He smiled, "They'd love to. But I turned eighteen last month, and she did back in February, so not much for them to say, you know."

"Where is she?" asked Brooke.

"Coming back from the bar," Jake said, pointing her out.

Brittany was about Melissa's height, a blonde with a classic cheerleader body, slim and fit with b-cup breasts. She was wearing a black string bikini and was rocking it all the way around the pool.

"Ms. Cassidy!" she said, hurrying up with two drinks. "Awesome, I had no idea you were here! And you look so hot!"

"You can't even talk," Brooke laughed. "Please, you guys have to call me Brooke outside of school. Especially when we're pretty far out of uniform. By the way, this is my friend, Melissa."

Melissa waved from her reclined position, and said, "And this is our friend Carl. Carl, sweetie, can you get us a couple pina coladas?"

Carl smiled, glanced once at Jake, who Brittany was hanging on, and hurried off, apparently still hoping the math worked out well for him.

"What are you guys drinking?" Brooke asked.

Brittany grinned sheepishly, "Hurricanes. That's why I'm hitting the bar instead of Jake. Male bartender...he won't give me a hard time. Don't tell, okay."

"Your secret is safe," laughed Brooke. "What happens at the beach, stays at the beach. Pull up a couple chairs and hang with us...Carl definitely isn't going to be carding anyone."

Jake and Brittany pulled up chairs and joined them. The four of them spent the afternoon together, drinking and sunning and swimming, until finally Melissa said, "Anyone hungry? There's a raw bar right down the street, and I could put away some oysters."

They finished their drinks and headed down the road in swimsuits and flip flops, living the beach dream. Brooke needed some food. She was very tipsy from an afternoon of laying and drinking, and she needed something on her stomach. Brittany and Jake had long since gotten over the idea that they had to act like she was their teacher, and she was finding them to be a hysterically funny and fun couple.

On the way to the bar, Melissa threw an arm around Brooke's shoulder and whispered to her, "Holy shit, Brooke! Are all your students as hot as this guy? I might have to get into teaching!"

Brooke pushed Melissa away, but she had to admit that her friend had a point. Jake was tall, broad-shouldered, and muscular, with a killer tan and brown hair that was beginning to bleach out at the tips already. In high school, she and Melissa would both have been after him.

They found four seats at the bar together and ordered a mountain of raw oysters, steamed shrimp, mussels, and scallops. The bartender didn't bother to card anyone, and the drinks kept coming. Mojitos, margaritas, appletinis, sex-on-the-beach, pina coladas. By the end of dinner, they were all tipsy as hell, laughing, and loud. Melissa put it all on her credit card, tipped probably way too much, and they left, heading back to Brooke and Melissa's suite, where a bottle of Bacardi and a couple 2 liter bottles of Coke waited for them.

In the elevator heading up to the room, Brooke shook her finger at Jake and Brittany, and laughed, "Now, you two are going to promise me that you will NOT tell everyone you got drunk with me!"

"Hell, no, Ms. Cass...I mean...Brooke," Brittany said, hugging her, "You're the coolest teacher in school. We gotta keep you around!"

"But you're definitely chaperoning on the senior class trip next year," said Jake.

"That's a deal," Brooke hugged Jake too.

They stumbled into the suite together, collapsing on the king sized bed. Melissa opened up the minibar and pulled out the ice bucket and Bacardi. She handed the ice bucket to Jake, along with a room key, and said, "Your mission, should you choose to accept it..."

"Yes, my captain!" he said, taking the ice bucket and leaving.

Melissa stretched, "Gawd, I gotta get out of this bikini."

"Strip down, girl," Brooke said, rolling on the bed and kicking her legs up in the air.

"Jake won't mind," laughed Brittany.

"I bet," Melissa said. "I'll put a towel on."

"Why not a t-shirt?" asked Brittany.

"Babe, your teach an I packed only two kinds of clothes on this trip: bikinis, and sexy little things. And the sexy little things show more than the bikinis," said Melissa, disappearing into the bathroom.

"Why, Ms. Cassidy!" Brittany laughed. "I gotta see the babydolls."

"Oh, God, you really want to?" asked Brooke.

Brittany was already into the dresser drawers, which, since Melissa hadn't been lyings, were pretty empty. One drawer with Melissa's bikinis, one with Brooke's, and then two drawers of lingerie.

Brooke admitted to Brittany which drawer was hers.

Brittany pulled out a sheer red babydoll, followed by a satin flyaway, followed by a sheer white lace babydoll. She was holding them up when Jake opened the door. Jake stopped dead and Melissa, coming out of the bathroom in a towel, bumped into him. She caught the towel to keep it from falling, but even in place it showed a fair amount of her big breasts, and barely came down to her upper thighs.

He looked at Melissa, then looked at his girlfriend holding up his teacher's sheer white babydoll, and he said, "Wow."

"You got into the lingerie, huh?" laughed Melissa, taking the ice bucket from Jake and fixing the Bacardi and Cokes.

"Not yours, yet," Brooke said.

"Mine's better," Melissa said proudly.

"Ooh!" Brittany said, tossing Brooke's babydoll on the bed and diving into Melissa's drawer. She pulled out a sheer white lace teddy, a completely transparent black babydoll, and a sheer red lacy flyaway.

Jake took a pull from his drink and said to Brittany, "C'mon babe, put something on."

"They aren't mine!" Brittany protested.

"You're welcome to put on one of mind," Melissa said, drinking.

Brittany looked over Melissa's collection, picked up the white teddy with a grin, and disappeared into the bathroom. A moment later Brooke heard her say, "Ooh!"

Brittany appeared, and Brooke thought that, if she had a dick, she'd want to fuck Brittany. The blonde looked stunning in the sheer white teddy. It fit her figure perfectly, tight on her curves. Her breasts were perky, round, and perfect in the teddy, her nipples clearly visible through the fabric. The fabric cut away from her sides, only the middle of her toned abs covered by the teddy, then thin straps arced over her hips, and the front cut down in a narrow, sheer path covering her pussy, while the straps came together in a v-string back. There was no hiding anything in that teddy. Brooke had shaved her pussy for years, and she knew that Brittany must shave hers, too.

"Holy shit," said Jake.

"Okay, Brooke, your turn," said Melissa.

"What?" asked Brooke.

Brittany laughed, "You're the only one still in a swimsuit. C'mon, get comfy!"

Brooke picked up the red babydoll, the least revealing of her lingerie, but Melissa said, "Boo! We want the flyaway!"

"I don't have the panties to go with it!" Brooke protested.

"Even better," laughed Jake.

"C'mon, wuss," said Melissa, laying on the bed in her towel.

"Then you put on your flyaway," Brooke said.

"You know I will," Melissa rolled off the bed. She grabbed her flyaway and headed into the bathroom, Brooke hot on her heels. Without closing the bathroom door, Melissa tossed her towel out into the hallway.

"What are you getting me into?" Brooke asked her.

"Nothing you don't want to get into," Melissa said.

Brooke had no answer for that. Between the alcohol and Melissa's devil-may-care attitude and how completely fucking sexy Jake AND Brittany were...Brooke wanted very much to see where this led.

Brooke stripped out of her bikini and put on the lingerie, tying it in front. She looked into the mirror. Her tits looked huge in it, and it opened in front, revealing her abs and shaved pussy. Melissa, next to her, looked completely fuckable in her sheer red flyaway, her big round breasts looking sumptuous, her tight body exposed.

She walked out of the bathroom first, Brooke behind her with her hand over her pussy, and Jake stared at them in delight. Brittany, sitting on the bed in her sexy number, laughed, holding her drink.

"Well," Melissa said, standing there, hands on her hips. "Are you going to get out of that bathing suit or not, Jake?"

"Yeah," Brittany said. "What's up with that?"

"I don't have anything to wear," he said.

Melissa pulled the tie on the front of her flyaway, letting it fall freely open. She shrugged it off, standing nude.

"Oh well," she said.

Brittany giggled, "Damn, Melissa. You look like a Playboy bunny."

"Girls of the SEC, 2005," Melissa said proudly. "You can find me in the picture with Brooke."

"Holy shit, Ms. Cassidy," Jake said. "You posed in Playboy?!"

Brooke shrugged, still covering her pussy, "Guilty. I needed the cash."

"Beside the point," Melissa said. "I'm nude here, Brittany and Brooke might as well be, and you're wearing swimming trunks from your waist to your knees."

Jake glanced at Brittany, but she said impatiently, "C'mon, Jake! Bring it out, already."

Jake stood, untied his trunks, and pulled them down. When he stood up, Brooke's eyes widened. His cock hung down impressively in front of him.

Melissa laughed, "Fuck, Jake! How big does that thing get?"

"It'd be easy to find out," he said.

"I bet I know a way," Brittany said. She hopped off the bed, kissed him lightly on the cheek, turned to Brooke, and quickly untied her flyaway. She moved around her teacher, and Brooke felt her pull the silky fabric off her. Brooke released her hand from over her pussy, letting Jake see her body completely uncovered.

Sure enough, his cock swelled rapidly, hardening to an erection in seconds.

Brittany giggled, "He's so got the hots for you. Like, all year."

Brooke stared at his cock. It was as long and thick as any she'd seen. Brittany stripped the teddy off, stepping out of it, nude as the rest of them. She walked over to Jake, glanced back at Melissa and Brooke, and said, "C'mon, help me."

With that the blonde cheerleader knelt down in front of him, placed on hand on his cock, the other on his hip, and she slipped her mouth over his cockhead. Melissa hesitated just a moment, then joined her, kneeling next to her, grasping his shaft and kissing his manhood. Jake stared down at them for a long moment, then looked at Brooke, standing nude in front of him.

To be continued...