I was told the gang would be hanging out on the beach. I’m not sure what overcame me, but I decided to head down anyway.
It’s been a while since I’ve met them. Unlike the other four, I’ve never really ‘hanged out’ together with them much following the group’s split. It wasn’t really a deliberate thing. I guess I’ve just been busy with my other stuff.
Or more than likely, I guess it was more the awkwardness I had with them. More specifically, with Hannah.
I sorta had a thing for Hannah during our singing days. A crush, if you will. I’m not sure she felt the same thing, but I doubt so.
Anyway, we had to stay professional, and not let our feelings get in our way. We probably did that better than Tina and Bradley, who basically made out with each other at every chance they got. At least they kept it away from the public spotlight.
Now though, the group is no more. No more public image to adhere to, no more bottling up of feelings. Or so I thought.
I’m actually unsure of what I felt about Hannah now. I mean, it’s been years since we’ve met, and while I still kind of like her, it wasn’t really the same type of strong, emotional feeling as before. I really didn’t know what I would do or how I would react when I see her again.
I walked across the beach, looking for the big hammock that they said they were lying in. I thought they were joking, but it was indeed a BIG hammock. Two in fact, each capable of holding, like, eight people.
Tina and Bradley occupied one of them, doing their thing as usual. Bradley, who was African-American (I daren’t use the word ‘black’), was showing off his chiselled abs as usual, wearing just his board shorts. It was like his standard attire, which I’ve gotten used to during our time in the group.
His muscular bod and good looks made me uneasy during our time together. It’s not like I hated him, for we were good friends and all, but standing next to him, with my shy and quiet personality, I just felt somehow inferior.
His girlfriend Tina was wearing a luminous yellow bikini with black trimmings. For some reason I never really fancied Tina. Her tastes were a bit oddball, and she came across as a bit too serious. I never saw what Bradley sees in her, but I guess different strokes for different folks.
Despite the huge amount of space available, the love-making couple were doing their thing a bit too close to the other two girls. Oddly, they didn’t actually seem to mind. I guess as long as there was some space for everyone, it really didn’t matter.
Rachel was in the other hammock with Hannah, positioned a bit oddly. She was lying face down, and further up on the hammock than the others. Her legs were around the level where Hannah’s head was. I guess she just wanted a better position for her tan.
Rachel was arguably the babe of the group. She was the prettiest, and the chick with the most male fans. Her luscious, brown hair and her smoking good looks had young teenage boys going gaga over her. Being the informal leader of the group, she certainly had the advantage of being in the spotlight more often, bolstering her popularity further.
I could see her attractiveness, but somehow I’ve never really got the hots for her. My heart belonged to Hannah.
And there she was, in her sparkly silver bikini, lying on the hammock, looking cute as always.
I tried to resist my urges, but something just attracted me back to her somehow.
Hannah had short, cropped blonde hair. At least, that’s what she looked like now. Her hairstyle, like Tina’s fashion, was ever changing. But whether it was long or short, she still had that pixie cute look that I somehow find irresistible.
As I approached the group in their hammocks, the love-making couple took a brief pause to look up. “Hi Charlie!” they chimed. “What is up my man?” Bradley added as he reached out his hand to offer a high-five.
Rachel and Hannah looked up as well. “Hi Charlie!” they chirped in their oh-so-sweet voices that served them well during their singing careers.
“Hi guys.” I replied, meekly.
Rachel was wearing a pink floral bikini, moving constantly on the hammock to get the perfect position for her tan. As I got closer I noticed that her top was coming loose, and that I could get a clear shot of her nipples.
I didn’t know whether to say anything. I wasn’t that close with Rachel to begin with, and I thought it might be awkward if the first thing I said to her in years was “I can see your nipples.”
So, I went around the hammocks, past the couple in heat, over to Hannah’s side. It was nice to see her again, no doubt.
“Hi Hannah,” I said, as I squatted down on the sand so that we were face to face.
“Hi! How are you?” she smiled back.
“Good, good. How about you?” Back came the standard pleasantries.
“Listen,” I suddenly leaned in to whisper in her ear, “Rachel’s top is undone. I can see her nipples.”
Hannah’s response was to giggle, which I thought was weird.
“Aren’t you going to tell her?” I asked, puzzled.
“Oh come on. Let her male fans have a bit of fun with that.” was her cheeky response.
“OK then...Ah...ah...” I suddenly grunted uncomfortably. I had a pre-existing injury picked up during my stint in the military, prior to joining the group. It meant that I couldn’t really squat very well, and my bones were letting me know as much.
“You OK? Come on, lie on the hammock with us.” Hannah reached out her hand to grab me and pull me up, which I gratefully took, and slowly stood up.
“Move over you two.” Hannah shooed the love-makers onto the other hammock. It was strange why they didn’t want to have one hammock all to themselves, but Hannah pushed them down anyway, so now they did.
I clambered over Hannah, and plonked myself beside her on the hammock. I found myself in a ridiculously awkward position, with Rachel directly above me, and her feet almost touching my shoulders. If she just moved down a little I could have done fellatio on her.
“Get your feet away from Charlie, Rach,” Hannah tried to brush her legs off me. I tend to over-think little things, but I thought that was nice of her to care for me like that.
“Oh come on. He is lucky to be near my feet.” Rachel joked as she teased me by brushing her bare feet across my face. Normally that would be a turn on, but her feet were sandy, and it was more an irritant than anything else.
Rachel then decided to settle into a more normal position, sliding down the hammock so that she was now directly beside me. She was unusually close too, and I was now the meat in a guy sandwich, Rachel and Hannah being the bread.
“How ya doing?” Rachel continued her teasing. She knew I was slightly uncomfortable around attractive girls, and was playing it up to the fullest.
“Okay I guess. Oh, your top is loose.” I pointed out to her.
Rachel reacted by giggling, too. What the hell is wrong with these women?
“Oh you.” she laughed. “I hope you enjoyed the show. Hehehe!” She then casually tied up her top, as though nothing really happened.
I wasn’t sure if Rachel was drunk or anything, but she seemed too overtly flirty with me. She tried to take off my shirt (“Come on, we’re on the beach!”), and then put her hands across my chest, in some sort of hug-embrace. It was nice, but I wanted to talk to Hannah.
She wasn’t making that easy too. By squeezing me towards Hannah, my arm, the one that was not trying to fend off Rachel, was now quite close to Hannah’s butt. I tried to move it away nervously, but there simply was no room to move.
“You know Hannah,” I whispered in her ear, “We’ve been friends for so long, but we’ve never really talked.”
“Oh, OK. What do you want to talk about then?” came her reply.
“Ahem.” I faked-cleared my throat and turned towards Rachel.
I tried giving her non-verbal hints, but although she got what I meant, she wouldn’t budge.
“Oh come on. We shared everything when we were a group. You’ve even seen me naked! We have no secrets between us.” was her excuse.
“I’ve never seen you naked!” I protested.
“Well, you just did.”
“Those were just tits! They don’t count! Not fully anyway!”
“OK, you want the full package?” she teased again, as she gently slapped her buttocks playfully. I declined her kind offer. Although I kept a mental note in case I suddenly have the hots for her one day.
“Never mind,” I sighed, resigned to her presence.
I had now lost my train of thought as to what I wanted to tell Hannah. So I took a moment to compose myself. In the meanwhile, I tried to edge away from Rachel, and move myself towards Hannah.
Somehow, I got a bit too engrossed in that, and I found myself on the verge of giving Hannah a hickey, with my face so close to hers.
She turned to look at me, and gave me a surprised look.
Before she could say anything, I started.
“I have a confession, Hannah.” I said in soft tones, trying my best to keep it away from Rachel.
“Oh. What is it?” she whispered back. It felt like we were being kids again, trying to tell each other secrets without letting the others know. It made light of a supposedly serious situation.
But, I got serious, and told her, “You know, when we were back in the group...”
“I....sorta...had a crush on you.”
It was totally, totally, like being kids again.
“Oh.” Hannah was momentarily stumped, as she tried to digest the information.
Rachel didn’t actually care much for what we were talking about. All she seemed to be interested in was humping me, treating me like her favourite bolster or soft toy. That worked fine by me.
Hannah’s face turned slightly red. Then came her response.
“I.....had a bit of a crush on you for a while too.”
I did not believe it. How did I not know this? Why didn’t I know this?
“Wh...what...why?” I stuttered, confused.
“I was waiting for you to make an approach, but you never did. And when the group split I thought that was that, and it was over. I was sad no doubt, but I thought it was never going to happen anyway.” she explained.
“Well....I....” I was speechless.
I realised my folly. I guess I was young and immature back then. I hardly had any experience with women in my youth, and didn’t really know how to make a move on girls. Perhaps it was just my shy personality.
“I’m sorry Hannah. I really, never knew. I guess I was just shy back then.” I replied, embarrassed.
“Well, what’s past is past.” she continued. “What’s important is the present.”
And I thought that put an end to that, but....
“So, since we’re here now...” she started again, “We’re no longer part of the group, no more public image....”
She left it trailing, as our eyes met. We slowly leaned in, and before you know it....
Our lips touched, and it felt sensational. I had never felt anything like it before. It was as good as I had imagined it to be.
That stunned Rachel, who at that point was still enjoying using me as her boy-toy. She backed off for a moment, completely taken aback.
Contact then went beyond lips, and our hands started to feel up each other. Hannah wasn’t wearing very much, remember, and so we got a good amount on each other, including some places that are better left unsaid.
And that was how the day turned out. It was a good day, that day.