I'd been walking towards her with the sun at my back."Hey you," she answered back when she finally recognized me.I was eighteen. Emma twenty-five. She... was wearing a skimpy yellow bikini. There wasn't one girl on the island who'd have looked better in it."You shouldn't be allowed out in that," I told her as I sat down on the towel next to her."Why not?" she asked. Meanwhile she slowly arched her back in a languorous stretch that tested, almost to the breaking point, the strength of the clasp. She told me to make myself comfortable while she took a shower. I took my shoes off and popped open a beer. I started flipping thru the channels but the only thing I could find to watch was sports center. After about 20 minutes she came out of the shower with a short tee and panties on, and poured the both of a drink of Grey Goose with some cranberry juice. I could see her nipples poking out thru her tee shirt, the panties she had on couldn’t hold her big butt, it was hard trying not to watch. I lunged towards her and she shut the door in my face. “NO” she laughed from inside the bathroom. “Go get the table ready.” She said, still laughing.Neither of us could concentrate at dinner. We were both giggling and making awkward small talk like teenagers. Even after dinner, sitting cross-legged next to mom chanting the mantra that the Swamiji had taught us, I was restless and handsy with mom. “Stop it!” mom said, hiding her smile. By the time we were done, I had a raging hardon that was I. "And Jamie, Charlotte, Hannah, Viks?" Mary says with a smile. "Assumingyou're all cool with a weekend in Belfast, you'll all be bridesmaids!" Woohoo!" Hannah and Charlotte simultaneously yell, before the wholeroom descends on Mary in a loving group hug.Five minutes later, after the room settles down a bit, Mary dragsmyself and Krystie over to a quiet corner of the main room.Understandably, Dan- as the groom- and father-to-be- is having a lot ofattention lavished upon him, so Mary takes.