The three sorority sisters spent the rest of the day sunning and swimming at the beach. Their hotel was just a block away, and the area was full of touristy things. Wendy, a junior, wore a somewhat modest one-piece swimsuit. She was tall, with long, dark hair. Wendy acted a bit like an older sister to her two friends, both freshmen.
June, a redhead, wore a striking green bikini. The color popped against her hair and complemented her emerald eyes. She had the best curves out of the three, possibly the whole sorrority. Her full, d-cup breasts and large ass always got her attention from men. June, however, preferred girls.
Monica acted much younger than she was. Even at 18, she was still obsessed with typically girly things, like horses, pink clothing and especially mermaids. She'd read heavily on mermaid lore and even owned a spandex tail when she was 12. Monica was only just 5 feet tall, with blonde hair, blue eyes, and modest breasts. Today, her bathing suit was bright pink and she wore her long hair in pigtails.
Monica and June weren't really dating. At least, neither of them really thought of it as that serious. The had met in their first week of college. Both had attended pledge week and been accepted.into the sorrority together. Since their rooms were close, they became close. Occasionally, Monica would make-out with June, and sometimes it would go a lot further. June knew Monica wasn't partucularly gay, probably just experimenting, but it didn't bother her. Wendy had started sarcastically call8ng them "Harley and Ivy" after the DC antiheros they resembled.
The girls showered off sand and collected their belongings. Wendy decided to have a late lunch while Monica and June wanted to return to the hotel. "Remember to put a sock on the door if you end up hooking-up," said Wendy, a bit sarcastically. The other girls laughed a bit, but Monica's big blue eyes said she was game.
Monica and June walked back to the hotel arm in arm. Not a moment after opening the door, Monica jumped onto June and wrapped her legs around the girl's waist. She was aggressively kissing June, who staggered for a moment, adjusting her balance.
"Just...un...one...mmm. Second," June said, breaking the kiss. Monica made and exaggerated pouty face and puppy-dog eyes. "I still feel a little gross from the beach is all," said June, "I wanna take a bath and wash my hair."
Monica released June from her grip and closed the hotel room door. "Well..poo," said Monica, "that's no fun. And there's no room for two." Monica's body perked up and she reached for the box of bath bombs. "Here," said Monica, smelling a bath bomb and handing it to June, "You should try one out."
June sniffed the peach-colored orb. It smelled like tropical fruits and flowers. "Alright," said June. "Promise I won't keep you waiting too long, though." June gave Monica's ass a firm little smack as she made her way to the bathroom.
June drew a hot bath and removed her bikini. Monica's machinations had gotten June's juices flowing, and she fingered her pussy as the tub filled. She turned off the faucet and dropped the bomb into the water. It fizzled and dissipated quickly, turning the water the color of a peach sports drink. June stepped inside and submerged her hair. Allowing her knees to rise from the water. She then allowed herself to relax, ringing out her hair and twisting it into a bun. She placed a washcloth behind her neck and enjoyed the scent and feeling of the water. She could almost have drifted to sleep except for a slight cramp in her foot...