Jenn was the first one up. Years on swim team, with their practices before school, had made her an early riser. Leaving Kelly and Oliver to sleep longer, she walked down to the water. The sun hung low in the sky. It seemed like the sun both rose and set over the bay, which seemed impossible. The water remained calm, the scene tranquil. Jenn decided to go for a swim.
Stripping naked, she piled her clothes by the trio's shelter, waded into the water, and then dove in. Memories of swimming laps in pools came back to her and she was soon making her way across the bay. Eventually she pulled herself up on the far beach and lay on the sand. She enjoyed the feeling of the warm sun on her wet, athletic body.
Hungry, she soon got up and walked up to the jungle. She looked for anything that might be familiar fruit. A sweet smell caught her attention and she zeroed on in a bunch of plump, soft fruit. They had the color of an orange, but the texture of a soft grape. She tore one in half with her bare hands. The fruit inside reminded her of mushy cantaloupe. Orange juice ran down her arm. She took a cautious bite. The taste was sweet. She waited a minute to see if she felt any burning or sickening sensation, but all she felt was hunger. She began eating more fruit - slowly at first, then almost gorging herself. More juice ran down her arms and dripped down her chin.
Finally feeling satiated, Jenn returned to the beach, licking the juice off her fingers. She was feeling turned on. Maybe it was the tropical paradise. Maybe the fruit was an aphrodisiac. Maybe the juice and the licking was too suggestive for a girl who hadn't gotten laid in awhile. Sitting down in the sand, she began to run the juice over her chest, fondling her breasts. Despite its sweetness, the juice was not sticky. The next thing she knew one hand was between her legs, the fruit juice lubricating her fingers. She found herself fantasizing about having sex on the beach with Oliver. Latching on to that idea, she drove herself to a climax.
Panting, she lay there on the beach until her pulse was back to normal. She felt ashamed at lusting after her friend's boyfriend. Finally recovered from her self-pleasure and feeling she had gone long enough after eating not to get a cramp, Jenn waded into the bay and washed all the juice off her body. Then she swam back the way she had come earlier.
Nearing the shelter, Jenn heard noises. She stopped swimming and put her feet on the sandy bottom, with only her head stuck out of the water. She could see Oliver and Kelly in the shelter. She realized they were having sex, with Oliver on top thrusting away. Jenn stared with rapt fascination. She wasn't normally a voyeur, but this thrilled her. One hand slowly, almost unconsciously made it's way between her legs.