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Everything's Just Beachy By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Chapter Five As she exited the room, he stepped into the shower, washing himself with his mother's body wash and then washed the salt water from his hair. When he eventually got out, it looked even worse than at first glance, as his skin seemed so red against his lily white triangles. He twisted, staring at the angled tan lines across his buttocks and felt sick as he turned, realizing the only line that even looked semi-normal was the one below his naval. As much as his mother had cracked open the door, trapping him into being her daughter, adding girly detail after detail, he'd now one upped her even further all on his own, kicking it open wide as he stared at tan lines that wouldn't be fading away so quickly. He now unmistakably resembled an early menstrual teen girl just as Kara perceived him to be, as he wrapped himself in a towel and sulked leaving the bathroom. His mother was of course waiting as she handed him some clean mint colored panties and squirted some aloe in her hands as he stepped into them. It felt so soothing as she began rubbing him down and then when she finished, accepted sliding his arms into his sister's pink silk robe without issue. He sat on the edge of the bed now as she brushed through the back of his hair before winding it up and snapping a clip in the back. Her touch was so soft and warm as she dried his neck and collar area before tossing the wet towel aside and unfolding another. With a few spins of her wrist seconds later, she wrapped a warm towel around his head turban style and he never felt more comfortable, happy to lie back quickly dozing off and taking a nap. "Hey baby," his mother shook him. "Come on Hunter. Time to get up, and I let you have a nice nap, sweetie." "Uuuummmmm! How long was I out?" Hunter stretched before sitting up. "Maybe long enough for my tan to fade?" "Yeah...no honey," laughed his mother. "But I'm glad you woke up with a good sense of humor in a good mood for a change." "Well it is vacation," said Hunter, climbing out of bed, stretching. "And what choice do I really have at this point?" "So about that? Youe choices are on the ironing board as I pressed them?" said his mother, squishing her cheeks. "A cute top with some capris, or a sundress. And before you even scream at me, it's a just sun dress, not some dressy dress." "And that's how you ruin a good mood, mom?" said Hunter, getting irritated. "Still a dress, mom!" "Hunter, I'm trying not to push here, so watch your tone please, missy," said his mother, walking over and un-belting his robe. "Trust me, I'd rather you be in neither, and in something much dressier, as between myself and your sister, we have quite a few swanky dresses that would be gorgeous on you." "Swanky?" grumbled Hunter as she took the robe off his shoulders. "I'll stick with the capris, mom." "Ok, and not that it won't be equally cute on you, but if you really think about it, a sundress is almost like a big comfortable t-shirt and probably no different than wearing your boyfriend's hoodie home last night, which wasn't even as long," explained his mother, tossing him some panties and a thong. "So you made the choice and that means pinning back your problem, when in the sundress you could have been a bit more comfortable." "Like I'm comfortable in any of this?" grumbled Hunter, turning his back and dropping down his panties before stepping into the beige colored thong. "Please also never even joke about anything like that again either mom. I had no choice but to wear the hoodie, as it was my excuse for being in his suitcase." "Interesting?" said his mother, walking behind him and wrapping the bra over one of his arms and reaching around, looping the other arm. "You know you still haven't filled me in on exactly how you got everything back." "Does it matter?" Hunter asked as she hooked his bra and slid in the inserts," "I got it done." "Well no, but I'd still like to hear it from you while I help you get dressed, and don't fidget while I push this on good," said his mother, spinning him around and pushing at his chest. "The double sided tape worked real well in your bikini , so it should work in this. You wouldn't have needed it in the sundress, but you made the choice. Not me?" "Whatever mom?" moaned Hunter, just letting her do what she wanted as she pressed at his chest. "Yes I did." "Exactly, and back to last night's choice then, pretty girl," said his mother, stepping back and looking into his eyes. "I mean I know I told you to use some of your new found feminine charm to get him to do what you asked or help him to leave the room, but maybe help me to understand what's going on between you two?" "Aaaahh nothing?" replied Hunter. "He's Kara's cousin, and I'm not really a girl mom remember, so do not even tease me about having a boy liking me! Now stop with the weird thoughts that are grossing me out, and if you really want to know what happened well... He kind of got too close and I dumped my ice water in his lap. That's how I got him out of the room and got his shit back away." "Yeah I heard that from his aunt and Kara already this morning, you know," said his mother, unraveling the towel from his head and squeezing out the moisture. "They blabbed about everything while you were getting your nails done and I was with Evelyn all day you ,so I've heard even more." "Ok then there's nothing else to hear, mom," said Hunter as she brushed through the back. "You know it all." "Maybe, but hold that thought," said his mother, switching on the blow dryer. It was a few peaceful minutes without questions as she blew out the back and removed all the dampness. That was pretty normal, yet it felt strange that she held the dryer right up against the braids, patting each one with her hands until they felt completely dry. She took her flat iron, combing through the back now as once again she started asking a question right at the first strand's stroke. "So then about wearing his shirt?" said his mother, stroking through his hair. "You dumped the ice water on him but it was you that was cold?" "Not really. I had just gotten everything back in his suitcase and he caught me trying to get things in there," replied Hunter as she clipped up some sections before brushing. "I saw the hoodie and just had to think quick." "Oh, good one, pumpkin," laughed his mother. "Thinking on your feet then?" "Kinda," said Hunter as she did the next section. "And then is that what you were doing playing football with him or wrestling on the beach or how about frolicking in the surf?" asked his mother, gathering the section at the crown. "Was that all quick thinking on your feet? because everyone else I'm pretty sure saw it as flirting?" "Who's everyone! And I was not flirting, mom!" said Hunter, getting pissed and then she yanked his hair a little. "OOOuuuccchhh! Easy!" "Sorry sweetie, and hold this," said his mother, handing him the hairspray and using her pick a little on top. "And I'm not saying you did, but I am telling you that's I'm sure what he thought!" "Why?" Hunter said. "Did he say something about that?" "Like he'd need to?" giggled his mother, lifting his hair and backcombing a little. "Look, I realize all of this is new so I can't blame you if you're confused or even experimenting a little, but let's just talk about it so I can help you but just so you know? I'm cool with it if you like him, ok?" "No, it's not ok and I don't," moaned Hunter as she teased the top of his hair, tossing some of it into his face. "He's a cool guy and I like football and guy stuff and things he does, mom. That's all, and that's what I like about him." "You sure?" said his mother, yanking on the end near the roots. "Because you're even better at this girl thing than I thought you'd be, and don't get angry but some of it's come really naturally to you sweetie." "Mom, I'd rather not talk about this, but I'm sure," Hunter replied as she handed him two bobbi pins and began spinning some of his hair atop his head. "Very sure!" "Honey you can tell me anything, and give me the other pin please," said his mother, taking it and sliding it in. "Please tell me how you feel. I love you, so just let me in a little." "Fine, mom," said Hunter, turning beet red as she lifted some of the hair in the back and he felt some little snaps. "I like him. I really do. He's awesome, but not like that! Thing is when I was too close to Kara with her big .... Well you know what..... and she rubbed lotion on me, things kind of were straining my swim bottom. Then I jumped in the water before my issue became a real problem and Greg popped up out there and things calmed right down." "Oooooooh...." said his mother, holding her hand over his eyes, spraying his hair. "Then make sure that thing is nestled in there good for tonight! In fact really good, so you sure you don't want to put on the sundress?" "No, please," said Hunter as she changed his earrings. "Now can we change the subject?" "I think I'd like that too! Arms up honey," nodded his mother, dropping a top over his head and then buttoning the back. "Thank you." Hunter stepped into the thin Capri pants as she snugged them up and zipped them on his left hip. "Wow," said his mother, stepping back looking and then back in, sticking her hands inside his top. "I was a little worried at first about the fit, but it looks so perfect on you, except this I have to fix." "Shocking?" Hunter said with a smirk. "Like you'd send me in whatever if it didn't fit right and like what are you doing to my boobs, mom? Please don't make them bigger. This is all tough enough." "Well you'll be the first girl ever then to not want to be bustier," laughed his mother, holding the bra straps she just removed loosely in her hands and adjusting his now strapless top before spinning him around. "But relax, I'm not and if you care I just wanted everything done and in place before I unclipped these." "Yeah, I really don't," said Hunter sarcastically as she adjusted the back and then he felt her snap the band tightly on his back. "Ouucchh. Did you do that on purpose. That stung!" "Maybe, wise ass!" giggled his mother, looping a necklace around his neck. "So try not to concentrate on staring at her boobs at dinner in this outfit please, and when you're done whining, give me your wrist." "Yes, mom," said Hunter as she clipped a bracelet on him. "That won't be easy, but I'll try." "Well you better try real hard not to be in those pants," teased his mother, pushing a ring on his left finger and then the right. "Now get your shoes on. It's time, you look really pretty and trust me, she is not into girls." "No kidding," nodded Hunter, walking over and picking up his sandals. "And believe it I know. All she talks about is boys." "Yeah, and you know what? Not those! They don't work with that," said his mother, pointing at his sandals, opening the closet. "Wear these. Maybe that'll help keep your mind busy and they go with that top perfectly." "You're kidding?" yelped Hunter. "I can't wear those." "Of course you can and sit down. It'll help you concentrate on not falling on your ass instead of staring at Kara's cleavage," said his mother, walking over with the shoes. "Now shush, and this is not debatable." "Why did I even open my mouth," moaned Hunter, looking down, watching his mother looping and knotting the attached straps until the thick fabric laces were tied above his ankles. Once she stood up, she pulled him up with her and suddenly he was almost three inches taller. He stood now in his mother's fuchsia Espadrille wedges that had bright pink straps atop a full arched beige wedge bottom. On the side the of each shoe, a woven rattan finish gave the wedge a beachy feel as he looked down, wiggling his bright orange toes that poked out atop the half inch platform in front. Thick crossed fuchsia straps held his feet to the wedge as it angled up before they looped around his ankle twice before being tied off in bow at the outside of each foot. Above them, his tanned calves shone from the lotion before light bone colored Capri pants streamed from just beneath his knees up to his waistline. A bright fuchsia pink off the shoulder blousy top sat in a sleeveless style straight across from the outside of his left arm all the way to his right. Its small top ruffle delivered the slightest hint of minor cleavage, as the top ever so slightly angled from his thin biceps at the sides into his faux boobs. With his shoulders and upper limbs completely exposed, the only thing above the top sat a little pink round sapphire from an almost invisible gold chain and his hair on his back. The dressy chic top pinched in at his ribs and a second peplum ruffle flared out below his naval, adding a bit of shape, almost like it covered some girly hips. He was certainly not any bustier as he had feared, yet his shiny body looked shapelier than ever. Behind the entire forehead of braids, a high top half pony now blossomed from his crown in a teased up fountain style before tumbling back and rejoining the rest of his hair. The in vogue half up type style was separated from his head by a two inch thick section of his own hair wrapped like a band before it's straightened length tumbled back, fanning out atop the rest of the shiny flat ironed hair in the back. He knew now what the little snaps represented, as his mother had blended two little hot pink extension strands into the back of his hair just like his sister would do all the time when she tried being a bit flashy. From his ears now hung fuchsia pink tassel earrings that wavered above each bare shoulder, and the single sapphire round pendant glistened atop his chest. A matching sapphire charm bracelet graced his right wrist, and two delicate rings with sapphire accents glistened atop his right index and left ring finger. "Hunter, head held high, abs pulled in, chest down and just walk over and take the beige purse," Ordered his mother, giving direction as she moved his body. "You're athletic and have good posture, so you'll be fine. Just concentrate, go slow and walk back and forth across the room a few times." "That's a lot to think about mom," said Hunter with his hands out like he was walking on a tight rope, practicing. "I feel like I'm going to break an ankle in these!" "Oh please! I had your sister in shoes like this at age eight and it took her no time to get used to them," said his mother, pushing down his hands. "Now focus, get your purse and I expect you to master them by the time we get to the elevator. Let's go Hunter! I'm getting my bag and we're out the door." "No please, at least give me a few times around the room," groaned Hunter. "You told me I could practice first." "Oh what a princess you are?" said his mother, shaking her head. "Go ahead and hurry up." In a huff he turned, walking back and forth, not wanting to admit if his sister could do it so could he, but his mother knew just what button to push on him. He was certainly more dressed up than ever, and even without any make up or a dress, swiftly made to resemble quite the girly girl, as he rolled his eyes at her the second she turned her back. "You know I saw that right?" said his mother, spinning back towards him. "Saw what?" smiled Hunter, instead batting his colossal lashes towards her, taking a few steps before pausing and putting his hand on his hip. "Maybe you saw me look up, because I thought maybe a lash got in my eyes." "Maybe?" nodded his mother. "And maybe a little mascara would help that, or better yet you know I have just the perfect lip gloss that would be amazing with that outfit." "No, all good mom," replied Hunter, walking over and opening the door. "Let's go." "Gee, you're walking better already," smiled his mother, following him. "And don't worry, I have that lipstick in my bag should I think you need it." He never looked back or commented, knowing she'd be all over, quickly realizing walking in wedges wasn't that bad. Sure he'd need to focus like she lectured, but his walk from the room to the elevator really wasn't that difficult. When they got inside, they stood together side by side as she was looking him up and down, making sure not a detail would be missed as together they gazed in the elevator's metallic reflection. He hated seeing himself in the bright pink colors, knowing they'd attract some stray eyes, yet realized the vibrant hue delivered a healthy look when combined with a day of tanning. More disturbing really was seeing the obvious pale white swim suit untanned strap lines across his bare shoulders, as this evening's top would serve as a constant reminder of his cemented status as a girl. They walked side by side through the long lobby past the infamous fountain of his demise, and then through the huge indoor retail area towards the fancier restaurants. While most of it was lined with high end women's fashion, it served as a reminder, seeing some male mannequins in bathing suits of what could have been. "Not that I can buy anything, but let's go in here and browse since we're five minutes early and Evelyn texted me that they'll be five minutes late," said his mother, guiding him towards a big shop across from the restaurant. "Shopping?" grumbled Hunter. "It's what girls do, honey," grinned his mother, dragging him in. He followed her along quietly without issue as she pulled item after item from the racks before dreading having to put it back. He knew that was all his doing as he felt terrible about it, knowing how much she loved to shop until she found this rack of dresses and held one up against him. "Oh gawwddd, this would look gorgeous on you?" said his mother, before switching it. "Hhhmmm. I might even like this better." "Mom?" said Hunter, just standing there and hating it. "What are you doing? You know even if I agreed, and I don't, we can't afford these." "I know," replied his mother, holding up another. "But I can dream, can't I?" "Mom, how much more girly could I be!" Hunter sighed. "I mean seriously, enough is enough, and do you really have to hold up dresses against me we both know I'm not going to be wearing." "As much as I love you, I could fucking choke you sometimes too! How much? I'll tell you how much?" scolded his mother, grabbing his arm and twisting him. "See those stilettos! I could put you in those! I've got like six pairs in the room that will fit you! See that teenager over there with blonde curls down to her ass? I've got plenty of salon credits left! Oh and how about boobs like Kara's? I could make you Dolly Parton if I wanted to, instead of padding.!" "Please no! I didn't mean to set you off." Hunter hugged her. "I guess I forgot how much you loved shopping, and please let's just go have a nice dinner." "Sorry too. Shopping takes my mind off reality, and I've been thinking too much about your father and our divorce," said his mother, putting the dresses on the rack and taking his hand. "I know you hate it, but having this mother daughter time with you has been amazing." "The second part yeah!" smiled Hunter. "Hold up any dress you want against me mom! I love you! Anything?" "Anything?" said his mother, scratching her chin and pulling a fancy teal dress from the rack and then a bright red one. "Ok then, how about these. You'd go try them on for me?" "Seriously?" Hunter asked as she shoved them into his arms while she lifted some strappy stilettos, looking at them. "Why not, and what's to worry about?" his mother handed him the shoes. "It's not like we can buy them, and I've love to see you in these shoes?" "But mom?" gulped Hunter with his hands full. "Wait i can't. There's Evelyn." "Saved by the bell pumpkin, and really I was just testing you," said his mother, squeezing his hand. "Oh thank gawddd," sighed Hunter, putting the dresses back on the rack. "Did I pass?" "Well you tell me, because I didn't get you in a dress, but was I about to?" smirked his mother. "Oh jeez mom," said Hunter, squeezing his mother's hand as they walked out of the store and then saw Kara. "And I'd say no, but even if you do, I'd never be looking like that." "Shoes, honey." His mother realized immediately what he saw, as Kara was in a low cut, floral short skater type dress with her boobs bouncing towards them. "Concentrate on your shoes, and if you ask me, you're as pretty as she is." "As if, mom," said Hunter, mesmerized by her boobs. "Oh mmyyy gaaawwddd, Hunter," said Kara, almost squeezing the life out of him. "I freaking love that color on you, and your hair looks gorgeous like that." "Uuummm, thanks," said Hunter, almost not wanting to let go himself, loving them pressing against him. "You look really hot yourself." "You mean pretty, right Hunter?" nudged his mother, before wiping her forehead. "Although I'm feeling quite hot in this humidity too." "Oh yeah, that's what I meant," said Hunter. "I just meant my bestie looks amazing, and is such a hottie, mom." "Oh thank you, and ya think? Because I'm just not feeling it today," said Kara, pulling back and touching her hair. "I mean I love this dress, but I just could not get my hair to sit the way I wanted on this side. See? I curled it like three times before I got it half way decent, and your mom is right about the humidity today. It's been torture on my hair, and I should have been smart like you with my hair. I mean this rad part beach babe meets Ariana Grande part natural beauty meets cheer captain thing you've got going on is like totally sizzling, bestie. Tomorrow I'll either let you do my hair for me or we'll figure out something different together, because otherwise I just cannot be seen with you?" "Oh ok? Really? Why not?" asked Hunter confused. "I mean I'm not exactly sure what that means, but my mom's the stylist here, but I guess we'll figure it out.... Or not?" "Stop being like that Kara, and don't worry honey, she's just being stupid," said Evelyn, playfully slapping her daughter's hand. "We're late because she took forever with that hair and is in a mood. Now please Kara, let's go have dinner and trust me, boys of course may like Hunter but plenty will not give a crap about your hair and like you too." "Fine," said Kara, rolling her eyes and grabbing his arm. "Come on bestie. At least you get me, since she never does." They walked in shoulder to shoulder as just being with Hunter always seemed to calm Kara down and then before long they sat like best girlfriends. They sat having a nice dinner with just the girls now as they laughed, told stories and all enjoyed each other's company. For almost two hours, Hunter had to stare at Kara's boobs across the table, giggling at her stupid jokes and pretending to like boys. When finally they finished dessert, she tossed her napkin on the table and then tapped her mother, holding out her hand. "So can I have a few more twenties, and we're going to go to the teen night, mom," said Kara. "I just need money for a few fruity drinks." "Teen night?" asked Hunter. "It's like a dance club thing they have a couple times a week, and hopefully it won't only be dorks like it was when I was there a few days ago," said Kara, stuffing the money in her pocketbook. "Sad enough I had to dance with my cousin or his annoying friends, and now tonight they won't even be there, since they're on the stupid boat, so at least I'll have my bestie to dance with." "Oh I guess that sounds like fun," said his mother, reluctantly opening her purse and handing him a twenty, yet not letting go of his hand. "You just promise me you will not leave her side though, Hunter. Promise me!" "Where would I go mom?" moaned Hunter, not liking the sound of any of it. "But on second thought, I'm really tired so maybe I'll just stay here with you and we can call it a night soon." "No way, and I got up just as early as you did thanks to you almost breaking off my hand," insisted Kara, grabbing his hand. "You are not chickening out on me since your crush won't be there, and leaving me to the dorks." "Do not even say that, and trust me I want no part of any dorks," said Hunter, pulling away his hand. "And I don't dance. Why don't we just go get some ice cream or something instead." "Like you'll probably have to spend a dollar?" said Kara, making a face as she looked at him. "As it is you'll probably take all the cute guys, so at least I finally got a wing man, so please don't be so stuck up and let me feed off your scraps." "Scraps?" moaned Hunter. "I'm no wing man or... wing girl or I don't even know what I'm saying?" "Sure you don't? I got you girl," winked Kara, whispering in his ear. "It doesn't go too late, and closes at midnight. Where should we meet you mom?" "Well, maybe the main bar," said Evelyn. "I could use a few drinks. Right, Stacey?" "Sounds good," said Mrs. Richards. "Me too, and maybe more than a few with these two!" "Midnight sharp, girls," laughed Evelyn. "No later please." "Sounds like a plan, mom!" said Kara, smiling and pulling Hunter from his chair. "Now move it bestie, because I'm feeling my second wind already and let's go dance a little." She dragged him from the restaurant all excited, as just that quickly they found their way to the teen club. It was hopping with a good hundred teens hanging out, drinking non-alcoholic beverages in a darkened modern setting with thumping music. Right away he could see that his fuchsia top, shoes and tassel earrings were electrified under the club lights, and so was Kara's lip gloss. "Holy crap, look at this place!" Hunter exclained as they walked in. "I know, right?" said Kara, getting excited and squeezing his arm. "So many cute guys! I'm so psyched." "Yeah, so so many guys." Hunter looked around. "Like double or triple the amount of girls here." "Oh yeah bestie! Dibs on the blonde lifeguard," said Kara, licking her lips. "Is he freaking hot or what?" "All yours, Kara," said Hunter, squeezing her hand. "But please don't run off and leave me here alone. I'm not into be hit on by all these assholes, so I'm definitely scramming if you do." "Fine!" said Kara as they plopped down at a table. "You seriously going to be that difficult, or are you just that freaking picky?" "Well maybe both?" Hunter replied. "Shocking?" Kara rolled her eyes and then batted her lashes at him. "I guess you must be just saving yourself for my cousin then. He is quite infatuated with you, you know." "Are you trying to make me scram?" said Hunter, giving her a look. "No, and here come two really cute boys," said Kara as her eyes lit up. "Oh yeahhh!" "Hello ladies. I'm Tim and this is..." the guy started to say. "Not interested, and she has a boyfriend," said Hunter nastily. "But how about...." "About no, just can't right now, and you seem like such great guys so leave the drinks," said Hunter, brushing them away. "Good seeing ya and thanks." "Do not tell guys that," yelled Kara, slapping his arm. "I don't have a boyfriend, and even if I did back home, I do not out here on vaca." "They weren't your type anyway," laughed Hunter, taking the glass. "And see, you got free drinks anyway." "Damn you're good!" smiled Kara. "Sneaky and nasty! But good." "Nahh!" smiled Hunter. "I just know how guys think... You know, because I play a lot of sports and I'm around them a lot." "Yeah, that I've seen first hand you know," giggled Kara, sipping her drink. "But I'm thinking it's more because they think you're hot then what you think you know about men? Don't you?" "Oh please. I don't have what you have under my top you know, so I need to use other means," joked Hunter as he pointed. "Now look! Nerds from the geek squad, cut from the football team, total loser with no shot even with a fat girl and nasty zit picker. You want to call some of them over and see if I'm right." "Ewwww," said Kara, getting depressed. "No!" "Yeah, not with your hot body you don't, you busty bitch," laughed Hunter, sipping his drink. "Now is this what you really call a place full of hot guys?" "Well not when you put it that way I guess," moaned Kara, making a face and then casually adjusting her top to show more cleavage. "I guess maybe I'll flirt with the life guard dude then." "Good luck with that," said Hunter looking over towards the life guard, seeing two blondes surrounding him. "Crap," mumbled Kara, seeing the girls with him but then a few more guys approached. "Wait.. This guy is really cute coming over." "Yeah... no," said Hunter, spinning and looking, putting up his hand and flicking his wrist. "Walk away please." "No, not them," whispered Kara, nudging him. "Other shoulder. Yuuummm and hopefully he's got a friend just as gorgeous." "So you look like you're awfully tough to even get a conversation with," said a guy walking over and putting down a drink on the table next to Hunter. "I'm Ramon, and I was hoping we could chat for a minute." "I can buy my own drink, Rico Suave," said Hunter, pushing the drink back towards him and turning his back towards him. "So thanks but no thanks. I'm just here to hang with my bestie." "I'm sure you can, but I get free drinks at the resort," said Ramon, leaning around him and pushing it back an inch or so. "And it's Ramon, not Rico, whatever shit you said. Ramon Velasquez, and you're the wild girl the staff has been talking about, aren't you?" "Me the wild girl?" snarled Hunter, giving him a momentary look with some attitude then turning away, shaking his head. "Don't think so, and obviously don't know you. Now still not interested whatever your name is so bu- bye now?" "I know you don't know me, but like I said I'm Roman Velasquez, as in the hotel manager's son, and you are Hunter Richards right?" said Ramon, moving in closer. "You holding out on me here bestie?" said surprised. "So you do know her?" "Not exactly, but I recognize her from a pic I saw, and I've heard so many interesting things about her so I figured I walk over to find out for myself," replied Ramon with a big smile on his face. "She's quite the wild type from what I understand." "He's really cute!" whispered Kara, nudging Hunter and then speaking to Ramon. "And I'm Kara by the way." "Please, stop?" gulped Hunter, tapping Kara and spinning around. "Ok yes I'm Hunter, but maybe you got the wrong girl?" "Really? Not from what I heard from my dad?" smiled Ramon. "Oh, and before you deny that, you should know my dad and I just bumped into your mom, and I assume probably Kara's mom and dad in the lounge who told so many cool stories." "Oh gawwwwd, how much was she drinking?" asked Hunter horrified. "Your mother's been hanging out with my dad for the last hour or so sipping Margaritas, so she asked me to check on you," said Ramon. "So here I am and I'm dying to hear more details about some of those stories?" "Yeah, here you are," gulped Hunter. "But you see I'm good, so maybe just report that back, ok?" "Well I could?" said Ramon, making a face. "But I'm sure that's not what they meant, as my dad gave me some money to scram once Kara's parent's left as they seemed to be hitting it off." "Seriously?" asked Hunter, making a face. "Hitting it off? Like hanging alone together?" "Yup," Ramon replied as a smile filled his face. "So in the meantime, I'm dying to hear your version on some of what I heard, so how about it?" "You know I didn't know Mr. Velasquez had such a handsome son here, and it's about time someone asked me to dance," said Hunter, winking at Kara, standing up and sliding his hand around Ramon's forearm. "So how about that and then we can talk a little?" "You're kidding," mumbled Kara, whispering in Hunter's ear. "Oh?" said Ramon, pleasantly surprised. "Now that sounds good." "Perfect, because Kara was just about to leave me by myself and go dance with that life guard over there." Hunter raised his brows, smirking at her as they began walking away. "And I've been waiting for a nice guy to ask me out there all night." "She's unbelievable?" giggled Kara, turning away and heading over to the lifeguard. Out to the dance floor went Hunter with Ramon, studying the girls moves as they walked by them. Up in the air went his hands as he swayed, slightly moving his feet back and forth, cautious of his wedges. Half way through the first song, he got comfortable that he wouldn't break his ankle as they picked up the pace and then he spun away as Ramon got closer. It was better not to even have eye contact as he racked his brain on how to avoid answering questions about what his mother may have said. He figured there wasn't that much he could bullshit about anyway, as Ramon's father knew the whole fountain thing anyway, and then once he had his stories straight in his head, the music changed. "Not that you don't have a gorgeous butt, but I'm thinking this would be better face to face Hunter," joked Ramon, with his hands around Hunter's waist, giving a little squeeze as a slow song came on. "Ah yeah," said Hunter, feeling his obvious erection push against the top of his ass before he quickly spun around. "Perfect timing, and uuummm so how do you want to.. I...uuuummm...." "Like here I guess," said Ramon, lifting Hunter's arms atop his shoulders. "Your wrists around my neck works, and at least finally I can look into your eyes for a change." "Sure," gulped Hunter as their faces were awfully close now. "Uuuummm so ah just be a gentlemen, please." "I always am," smiled Ramon, holding him around his waist. "And trust me the way you look, that's not so easy." "Well it better be, unless you want one of those free drinks on your head," Hunter reached back and pushed his hand up a little away from his ass. "Noted," laughed Ramon, moving both hands higher. "Good boy," teased Hunter, gently patting the back of his head before locking his wrists again. "Now what's your deal? You live here with your dad?" "Well I spend part of the summer at the resort with my father when schools out," said Ramon. "I think you know my parents aren't together, just like yours." "Yeah I did hear that?" replied Hunter, frowning slightly. "Like when?" smiled Ramon. "From your mom or was it when you were in the fountain?" "Ok, I was waiting for that to come up again?" smirked Hunter. "And you know, I'm not sure?" "The wild ones never are," laughed Ramon, shaking his head. "And I'm guessing you didn't want to talk about that in front of your friend then?" "Well I guess it doesn't matter, but I don't think she knows about it," Hunter admitted. "Really I've just never brought it up, as it's not exactly something that you just spout out. Like hey I'm the wild girl who almost broke the priceless sculpture! Want to be besties?" "I see your point," laughed Ramon as the song ended. "Good, and thanks for the dance," said Hunter, pushing back. "I'll see you around, and let's keep the fountain stuff on the down low please." "Well, sure," Ramon reached down, grabbing his hand. "But maybe in exchange you and I could just take a walk to get to know each other better." "Listen, Ramon?" said Hunter, lifting the hands away. "You seem like a great guy, but trust me I am not the kind of girl you'd be interested in." "Maybe not, but then humor me over one drink," said Ramon, not letting go and pulling him towards a small table just off the dance floor. "Come on, the place closes soon and I'm not letting you off that easy." "Uggghhhh! Fine!" grumbled Hunter, being lead to an elevated table as Ramon pulled out his chair for him. "Thanks," said Ramon, pushing it in and sitting down across from him. "And come on, we just had such a nice dance and I don't bite, you know." "Yeah, but maybe I do," Hunter quipped, sitting back and folding his arms. "Now what do you want to know? because you're right we did end with a nice dance, so maybe don't ruin that by wasting your time hitting on me." "Oh then! Wow, direct!" laughed Ramon, signaling the waiter. "I like that, and just so you know I've always had a thing for the bad girls, but I'm respecting the your wishes wild woman! Two virgin strawberry daiquiris please." "Good, because who says I'm the bad girl type?" said Hunter, having to laugh. "Wild woman?" "So you're not?" asked Ramon. "A wild woman?" said Hunter with a smirk. "No! In fact, not at all actually." "You sure? because maybe like half the staff that works here thinks otherwise?" laughed Ramon. "You do know I spotted you easily, not because of that salty attitude or you mother's description, but because your picture is up in the security office on the bulletin board." "Bullshit?" said Hunter, surprised testing him. "Yeah, the picture of you in the fountain soaked and wet is kind of grainy, but the one from the volleyball court gloating with some attitude is pretty clear," laughed Ramon. "You've made quite the impression here before you even got past your first day." "Oh gawwwwddd," gulped Hunter, trying to defend himself. "I think some of that has just been blown out of proportion though. I'm really not as wild as you think." "Really?" Ramon said with a giggle. "You've been here two days and you jumped into a fountain, almost wrecked a priceless statue inside it, kicked a security guard in the balls, broke a girl's fingers, dumped ice water down a boys pants, pulled off a girl's top in the ocean and almost broke a guy's leg in beach football? Now I'm guessing I've missed a few things, but if that's not a wild woman, then I guess I'm not looking at one." "Well..." thought Hunter before cracking up. "Technically you're not." "I'm not?" laughed Ramon as their drinks arrived. "No!" yelled Hunter. "And how do you know all this shit?" "I do my homework, and how often do you think we get a wild woman like you at the resort?" replied Ramon. "I guess not often enough, so shut the hell up, and cheers," laughed Hunter, raising his glass and taking a sip. "And I'm far from a woman you know. I'm only fourteen, so trust me, the term does not apply in more ways than you can imagine." "Good, because I prefer calling you a bad girl anyway! It's so much sexier," laughed Ramon. "And I told you I like bad girls, and believe me, we're not that different." "Well I guess you're right about that, because if I'm being honest with both of us you're right we're not that different," said Hunter, nodding and then shaking his head. "We're really really not, are we?" "Oh definitely not," said Ramon, puffing out his chest and staring. "So fourteen is perfect, and I just turned seventeen, so we're not that different there either. Plus you are just so so damn hot." "You really think I'm hot?" smirked Hunter, putting his hand under his chin with his elbow on the table and tapping his nails on the other hand against his glass. "Sizzling! I told you I love the bad girls," Ramon said before smiling and reaching over, softly rubbing his arm. "Now I know you have to be back, as this place will be closing any second, but how about you let me take you out tomorrow night?" "Really, tomorrow night?" Hunter asked, half squinting and then sitting back a little, looking him dead in the face. "You're asking me out?" "Hell yeah, and I could sneak you around a little if your mom isn't cool with it," said Ramon, raising his brows. "I know all the really private places our security won't be watching if you want to be a really bad girl?" "Wow that does sound kind of hot, doesn't it?" said Hunter, flexing his finger at Ramon to move closer as he leaned in towards him. "And I guess I am the mischievous type, aren't I?" "I was hoping you'd think so," said Ramon, leaning in and dying to kiss him as their faces were inches apart. "Except how about this bad girl told you not to fucking hit on her," said Hunter, smacking the daiquiri into his lap. "Didn't I?" "Holy shit!" moaned Ramon, mortified with Hunter's drink in his lap dripping down his leg. "You didn't!" "Yeah I did, and since you're so hot for me, this should help your other head cool off too," said Hunter, lifting Ramon's drink and pouring it over his head now to top it all off. "See ya around manager's little boy, and I guess you can add this to the bad girls stories about me." "Oh gawwddddd," gulped Kara, seeing Hunter heading her way. "She didn't?" "Midnight," said Hunter, walking by her and yanking her away from her conversation. "Come on before my mom kills me." "Uuumm we'll continue on the beach tomorrow, and I really liked meeting you. Gotta go," Kara said to the lifeguard. "What the fuck, Hunter?" "Yeah I don't fuck, or fuck around," said Hunter, dragging her towards the exit. "Well I'm thinking he knows that now, doesn't he?" laughed Kara, looking back and seeing Ramon trying to compose himself. "Let's hope so," laughed Hunter as they left. Back to the bar they went to find their mothers, as only Stacey was there awaiting him with Mr. Velasquez. "Hey mom it's midnight and we're back just like you said," said Hunter. "I'm really tired, so can we go please." "Oh yes, and did you girls have a nice time?" asked his mother, looking quite tipsy. "Yes," said Hunter. "Now please mom. I'm shot." "Ok and good night," said his ,getting up a bit woozy, kissing Mr. Velasquez's cheek. "Hope to see you around again this week." "Sure," said Mr. Velasquez. "I'd like that, and goodnight ladies." "Great, and thanks for the cocktails," said Stacey, squeezing his hand. "Let's go girls, and we'll walk Kara to her room since her parents already went to bed." "Thank you, Mrs. Richards," said Kara. They chatted as Kara babbled a mile a minute until they returned her to her room,, and then headed to theirs. He waited for the inevitable questioning that never came, as for the first time in his life his mother was too hammered to really bother him. Back in the room, she plopped on the bed, kicking off her shoes and lying back, passing out before he even got off his shoes. Like the good child he tucked her in before slipping into his sister's pajamas and then thankfully the day was over as they were both out like lights. "Ok Hunter," said his mother, shaking him awake, not feeling well. "Breakfast will be poolside, and I'll meet you in a little while, ok sweetie?" "Oh," said Hunter, sitting up and stretching. "So like with Kara and her family?" "Yeah, and please not so many questions," said his mother, holding her head. "Now go put on either of the other two bathing suits you haven't worn yet, and talk low, mommies head is pounding, honey." "Sure," smirked Hunter. "Guess you drank too much last night then mom?" "Hunter, don't?" scolded his mother, pointing to the bathroom. "Please just go brush your teeth and get dressed." Hunter knew to shut up as he quietly wandered into the bathroom, emptying his bladder and then brushing his teeth. When he came out, his mother had made the choice for him, as a bronze swimsuit was lying out on the bed. Without saying a word, he stripped down, knowing the drill, and then tucking himself back, stepping into the beige colored thong. Like lightening, she tied on his top, making sure the inserts were completely hidden under the material and securely taped down the cups. Once he stepped into the bottom and she checked the fit, she was like a machine, spinning him as she took a brush to the back of his head. "Easy mom," yelped Hunter as she was brushing and then began pulling out the top pony. "Holy shit! Ooouuccchhh." "Please Hunter," said his mother, shaking her head. "I asked you nicely just to not give me a hard time and keep your voice down. My head is pounding, and it's not my fault you slept like this." "Then whose is it, mom?" moaned Hunter as she raked through his hair. "You're freaking killing me here." "You know, fuck it," said his mother, tossing down the brush and pushing at her temple. "Go the fuck out as a mess then and I don't give a shit! I should have put you in pigtails the first day like I said but I didn't, so you're right. It's my fault and its good enough for the beach anyway. Now just put on your cover up and flip flops and go. They're meeting you right at the elevator, and I'll watch from the door. No go stand there and I'll text Evelyn you're on the way." "Ok," nodded Hunter, pushing on his sunglasses, knowing better just to shut up. He turned, glancing at himself in a bronze bikini that had a bit metallic gleam to it until he concealed it, pulling on his sister's cover up and sliding on her flip flops. There'd be no point looking back unless he felt like being scolded again as he walked over, taking a beach towel and tossing his room key in his pocketbook. Out the door he went with her beach bag and down the hall as she watched from the doorway, giving a soft wave to Kara's family once she saw the elevator door open. He'd been pawned off having breakfast with his new bestie and her extended family, as he really didn't mind, yet it was completely out of character for her. Basic conversation, some laughs and catching Greg glancing his way were no big deal now as he was kind of used to being who he'd become. After a nice uneventful breakfast, he was back at the beach with Kara as they claimed a series of chairs as he sat with the women while Greg ran off to play with the guys. He could really care less looking forward to a little R&R under the umbrella, and then Evelyn tapped Kara, handing her the spray bottles. "There's no clouds today girls, so lotion up good," said Evelyn, closing the umbrellas and then lotioning herself. "Yesterday wasn't as hot, so be smart ladies, and it's the perfect morning to work on our tans." As the early sun pounded down, he quickly realized he was about his destroy his tan lines even further, as Kara lifted his hair in the back and began rubbing him down with lotion. When she finished, he knew he had to reciprocate, as all it took to keep himself calm was her babbling about life guards as they wandered past them in the sand. He was starting to get better at controlling his excitement as he stared at a fat guy while he greased up her breasts. When finally he finished and they took turns soaking each other's hair and his braids, it was truly peaceful as he got to lie back, enjoying the warmth. He'd turn over and back again every so often, relaxing, yet fretting the result. It was almost too amazing a feeling to now worry about what it would take to be undone and then his state of tranquil bliss was awoken by a woman with an accent, tapping his leg. "Braid the hair, sweetie?" said the woman. "Uumm no thank you," replied Hunter. "No, no! You send for us right? Chair number 96," tapped the woman again. "Braid the hair, girl. Braid the back." "Oh yes, thank you," said Evelyn, sitting up. "Yes, the two girls right here please. Chair 96 and 97." "Really mom?" asked Kara, getting excited. "You're letting me braid my whole head?" "I wasn't originally, but yes," nodded Evelyn. "Why now?" said Kara curiously. "I asked you for two years straight, and you said no." "Hunter's mom texted me to have Hunter's done, so I caved," said Evelyn. "I figured it made sense, since she was saying you two are better off when we don't have to worry so much about you both getting ready on time, since you my darling have been constantly making us late, and she said it's either that or she's forcing Hunter to do something with her hair that she's been threatening him with that she probably doesn't want." "Oh gawddd. Like some bad short haircut," sighed Kara, tapping Hunter. "My mom threatens me too when I take too long. I'd hate that too." "Excellent," said the woman, tapping Hunter. "Sit forward and I'll sit behind you, princess." Hunter just murmured, saying nothing as he scooted forward in his beach chair and they got to work from behind him. He'd already know the feelings of his hair being combed out, pulled and twisted, as slowly but surely the woman worked her way down the back of his head. He tried thinking of the bright side, that it was true he'd no longer have to worry about his mother fussing with his hair, as forty minutes later he'd have top to bottom corn rows. When the woman stood up and finished, pink beads clanged against each other on his upper back as he twisted his neck, staring at the identical hairstyle once again on his bestie. Into her big bag reached the woman, shaking some foam from a tube into her hand and then with her index finger wrapped in plastic wrap, she coated each braid one row at a time. "No beach water for forty five minutes girls, and lie on your stomach so the sun can bake your braids," said the woman, squirting some liquid in a cup and then holding out her hand to Evelyn. "After that, just rinse your heads really good in the beach shower with this conditioner, and have any fun you want. Thank you, ladies." "Thanks," said Evelyn, paying her. "This is so cool," said Kara, shaking her braids, all excited. "I always wanted to try these, and don't you just feel like one of the local girls from the islands?" "Uuumm sure?" shrugged Hunter, reaching up and feeling his head. "These things feel weird but kind of smell nice." "I know, right," said Kara, lying down. "Wake me up later, mom." They both crashed out now, napping in the chairs and enjoying the warm sun as they laid on their stomachs in the comfy beach chairs. About forty minutes later, Evelyn woke them both up as they were so lazy and content, not wanting to move. A quick flip as they crashed a little more now lying on their backs was again disturbed when Evelyn returned, shaking them. "Hey lazy girls," said Evelyn. "Go rinse those heads like the lady said. You were supposed to do that like probably almost an hour ago, so get up." "Fine," grumbled Kara, stretching as they both stood up, enjoying the warmth. They wandered across the beach holding hands towards the cabanas, still barely functioning until Kara walked over, turning on the shower. "Damn cold. That'll wake you up quick," said Kara, just putting her toe under it. "One sec until it warms up a little and then I'll go in." "I'm in no rush, I was enjoying my nap." Hunter pushed her under the cold water. "Ahhhh! You bitch," laughed Kara, suddenly under the water. "Just give me the conditioner." As Hunter poured some of it in her hand, he felt an arm grab his and pretend like he was about to be pushed under with her. "You know I should do more than push you under there after last night," said the guy's voice. "Oh, hey Ramon," grinned Hunter. "Sure, go ahead and we'll call it even, right?" "Yeah right?" laughed Ramon, half pushing Hunter under, getting his chest and legs wet and yanking him back out. "So can we talk?" "That's how you ask?" said Hunter, looking down at himself soaked and flicking the water off his arms. "Seriously, and what's to talk about?" "Come on," said Ramon. "Five minutes, Hunter, and I'll have you back in time to jump in the shower with your cute friend and cause a scene. I mean that is what you like doing, right?" "Well, you'll never know?" smiled Hunter, sliding his tongue across his lips before reaching in and pulling out Kara, putting his arm around her and squeezing her. "You really are a jerk, and like we'd give you the satisfaction." "Hunter?" said Kara, caught off guard as he put his hand on her stomach. "Damn, Hunter," sighed Ramon, biting his fist. "Stop teasing me, and you know I love the bad girls." "Yeah, you told me," said Hunter, rolling his eyes and running his hand down Kara's body. "And trust me, I doubt you could handle it if I jumped in there with her, could you?" "Yeah," nodded Ramon. "I doubt it honestly, and I just really wanted to talk." "About what? And Don't you see I'm busy with my bestie, so I don't have time for your bullshit?" said Hunter nastily, no longer teasing but standing with his arm looped around Kara's. "You going to tell me you ratted me out to daddy for pouring a drink on his baby? Because I could give a shit?" "No, but I kind of wanted to," smirked Ramon. "No girl has ever dumped on me like that, and not that I wouldn't still love to take you out, but I really just wanted to chat about our parents for a minute." "About what?" asked Hunter, getting curious. "All I know is nothing happened, except your dad got my poor mother hammered. Classy move?" "Please just take a walk with me, Hunter," said Ramon. "My dad likes your mom, and all I want to do is keep the peace between us. Nothing more I promise." "Fine," said Hunter, pushing Kara back under the water. "But if I'm not back soon, she'll be sending all those dudes playing football on the beach to look for me." "Just a walk across the beach Hunter to talk, and trust me I'd be more worried about you then them," said Ramon, before joking. "We'll stay in plain sight the entire time, ok?" "Alright," nodded Hunter. "I still think you're a jerk, but for my mom's sake." "Thanks," said Ramon as they started walking. Back and forth they walked and talked, kicking some ankle deep waves as he kept his promise as they stayed in plain sight. Five minutes became ten, and then became almost an hour until finally Hunter returned to find Kara lounging out, tanning. "Sit, and you're getting red," said Kara, squirting some lotion on his shoulders. "So you two make up?" "There was nothing to make up about," replied Hunter, enjoying the feel of her hands. "He apologized like ten times and mostly we just talked about our parents. He told me his dad is going to ask my mom to dinner tomorrow night, and really we're both not sure how we feel about it." "I bet," said Kara, hugging him as he got a bit emotional. "But I'm thinking the most important thing is your mom deserves a little bit of happiness, right?" "I guess," sighed Hunter, dropping his head in his hands. "Come on bestie, if you're being honest with yourself, you know she does," said Kara, lotioning his arm. "But I also know that doesn't it make it easier." "No kidding," sulked Hunter. "You know you always hope your family can get back together. You know, like yours is." "Well sure, but every family is different, and Greg went through the same shit with his dad cheating on his mom," Kara explained. "He's still heartbroken to a certain degree, but he's been there all the way for my aunt and I'm thinking that's the only way you can approach stuff like this." "Probably, and I know he's a great guy," said Hunter. "Sure, my dad's been an asshole but I'm just not sure I can handle it as well as Greg has." "Don't get mad at me for saying this bestie, but this is not the time to be a selfish little bitch," said Kara. "Everything can't revolve around you, you know." "It doesn't," smiled Hunter, wiping a tear, nodding and then leaning in and hugging her. "Yup, and sorry I had to break that to you," said Kara as their hug broke and she looked into his puffy eyes, wiping under them softly with her finger. "Now if you ask me, I'm thinking your mother needs the full support of her daughter, because this won't be easy on her either." "You know I hate when you're right," smiled Hunter, trying to keep it together. "And thanks." "Love you too, and it'll be fine," said Kara, squeezing his hand. "So maybe just think about how you'll handle it so you don't over react when she tells you, while we chill out and bake a little because at least then you'll have plenty of time not to freak about it before she goes out with him tomorrow." "If she goes out with him," grumbled Hunter. "She might say no." "True, but she might say yes," said Kara, patting his thigh. "So either way, she'll need you!" "Oh my gawddd, I love you Kara," Hunter squeezed her again. "You are the best friend I've always wished I had." "That's it," said Kara, rubbing his finger and raising her brows. "Still just besties? Because I was thinking we'd be more than that if we got in that shower together?" "Do not even kid like that, Kara," said Hunter, feeling the hair stand up on the back of his neck. "I..I...." "So, hey girls! Oh, the braids look adorable," interrupted his mother, showing up now with her big sunglasses on and leaning down, kissing his cheek. "Behaving yourself, Hunter?" "Well?" smirked Kara, nudging him. "Of course I am, mom," said Hunter, nudging her back. "What trouble could I possibly get in now with my head in twisted knots?" "You really don't want me to answer that, baby," joked his mother, tapping him and sitting back. "So thanks Evelyn, and lunch at the pool at 1pm right?" "Yes, I booked the Luau," said Evelyn. "Perfect, so wake me up in an hour then Hunter, and you kids go play," said Stacey Richards, pushing her lounger back. "By then hopefully the rest of my headache will be gone." Down to the beach went Kara and Hunter, jumping in and out of the waves and then Hunter joined in with the guys, tossing the nerf. He was no longer worried about goofing around in his swimsuit, as the day had mostly gone without incident, and he enjoying teasing some of the guys, making them dive for the ball. He was the athletic girl that the boys allowed to at least play a little bit, as he only got nervous when they'd get too close, playfully pushing or grabbing him horsing around. Their hands grazing across him or reaching and touching his flesh unnecessarily at times were things he'd now come to accept as part of the territory, as he knew of course what they were up to as well as anybody. He felt as comfortable as he could in his situation at being the chick allowed into their fun, as he knew his fully braided, giggling face atop his thin body in the bronze reflective bikini looked good to them as he played in the sand, growing more tanned by the moment. For an hour they played until Evelyn called them to go have lunch, and then he and his mother joined their entire family as they got ready to leave. Quickly everyone rinsed their legs in the showers and then he pulled on his cover up, ready for lunch as they moved from the beach to pool side. "Aloha," said the woman in the grass skirt, checking them in as Hunter bowed his head, accepting the multi-colored lei around his neck. Aunts, uncles, cousins and family friends of Kara's family were all there, as seemingly her entire extended family had dropped everything to all be together at the Luau. They were lead to a huge table that must have held forty or fifty people as he sat with Kara and all the kids on one side, yet still not far from his mother who sat across with Stacey and Evelyn seemed to be becoming besties, just as he and Kara, as once everyone got their drinks they headed to the Luau buffet. He could see his mother watching him like a hawk, almost judging what he put on his plate as he already knew not to overdo it like one of the guys. They sat actually having a wonderful lunch, enjoying laughter and some down time until a woman came over with a clip board, tapping Kara. "So you're fourteen, right?" asked the girl. "Hunter?" "No, I'm Kara and I turned fifteen, and this is Hunter?" replied Kara, not knowing what she wanted. "Wonderful," said the girl, tapping Hunter and checking off some boxes on her clipboard. "Thanks for volunteering girls, and follow me?" "We volunteered for something?" asked Kara, tossing her napkin on the table. "Did you, because I didn't?" "Of course not?" said Hunter curiously. "Mom?" "No honey?" shrugged his mother, and then all the guys started cracking up. "Girls, please," said the girl, pulling out their chairs. "I don't have time for this?" "Ok?" grumbled Kara, standing up, confused. "Wait?" said Hunter as he stood, hearing a faint giggle and then looking at the guys smirking. "Guys?" "Greg?" snarled Kara, putting her hands on her hips. "What did you do here? Did you volunteer us for something?" "I have no idea what you?re talking about, cuz?" laughed Greg, unable to control himself. "Motherfu--" started Hunter as Kara covered his mouth quickly. "Easy," gulped Kara. "My dad and my grandparents are here you know, and we?ll get even." "Girls, please," said the woman, grabbing Hunter?s shoulder, pulling off his cover up as another woman came over, quickly wrapping something around his waist. "Just put the skirts on here, and you can change your tops in the back, but quickly please." "Oh, you guys suck," laughed Kara as they looped her skirt on as well now. "You want us in a show! I?ll give you a show alright." "Oh no," said Hunter, looking down at himself in a grass skirt. The guys were hysterically laughing at them now as the women lead them to a changing tent. As soon as they were inside, one of the women dug through a box of items and then pulled out a few coconut bras. "Small should fit you honey, and hold this where it should be while I help you so we get it right," said the woman, pressing it right atop his chest and spinning him around as it was now atop his bikini top. "Yeah, I?m sure," said Hunter as she instantly untied his top and then as it dropped, he held the coconuts atop his flat chest as she lopped the new top. Without missing a beat, she untied the bottom of the top and then almost instantly tied the back of his new one. "You on the other hand honey, I?m thinking might not fit in this medium," said the woman, holding up the medium. "Just help your friend off with her top while I see if I have a large or find something big enough, ok?" "Ah, I?m pretty sure no good on the medium," said Kara proudly as she spun and he untied it. "But I?ll try it if you want." "Please," said the woman, rummaging back through the box. "And give me a second. I?m looking, honey." "Thank you, because now I?m sure this won?t work," said Kara, holding it up and then taking it off. "What do you think, bestie?" Hunter just stared as his jaw dropped, as her boobs were jiggling right in front of his face as she put the medium bra on and off a few times. "I?ll be right back," said the woman. "I have another box that should hopefully have that size in the other room." "Hunter?" said Kara, again shaking her head. "Helloooo?" "Oh sorry," said Hunter, trying to stay controlled. "A lot on my mind, and whatever you think Kara." "Seriously be of some fucking help," said Kara, annoyed, pushing it again her boobs. "Hold it and just tell me if you think I?ll pop out of it. There?s so many cute guys out there and I want it to look right!" "Uuuummm how should I know," Hunter said, holding it against her boobs. "I?ve got no experience in this department." "I?m sorry," said Kara, pulling it down and then hugging him with no bra on. "I know that?s a sensitive area with you, and I did not mean to be like that! I told you they?ll come, and sorry if I forgot how much you?ve got on your mind, bestie." "Here, Kara," said the woman, hurrying in with a large sized one and helping her on with it. "This should do the trick." "How?s that look, Hunter?" asked Kara, sticking out her chest in the coconut bra. "Freaking hug--?" Hunter started to say before catching himself. "I mean I freaking love hugging you. It makes me feel so much better when I?m depressed about this stuff, and that?s perfect. Yeah, that looks like a perfect fit." "Whhheeeewwww!" sighed Kara, adjusting her cleavage. "Thank gawd! Because my father would freak the fuck out and ground me or a year if I flashed anyone. Can you imagine if my boobs popped out in front all of the guys out there, let alone my grandparents!" "Yeah I guess I couldn?t," said Hunter, rolling his eyes. "Because what guy would stare at those?" "Girls, head down please," said the woman, pushing their heads forward. "This will feel a bit hot on your head at first, but once you?re out there you?ll forget you even have them on, and makes things more authentic." "Oh cool! I love it," said Kara, feeling something being placed on her head. "I?m kind of glad now those idiots volunteered us. I?ve seen this in the past, and now I get to live it. It always looks like fun." "Wait, we?re doing more than walking around like this?" said Hunter as they pushed down on his head. "Oh sorry! Forgot it was your first time here, and what do you think, Hunter?" laughed Kara, flicking around her hair as the woman placed a wreath atop her head and smoothed her wig. "You know you really should be a freaking blonde girl, although you make a hot brunette with the dark hair too, bestie." "Ok Hula dancers, you?re ready to join the others and go have some fun," said the woman, dropping his lei back around Hunter?s neck and then sliding a flower above his ear. "Best wiggle wins, and just follow along with the instructor." "Oh I fucking hate them," sighed Hunter as the woman opened the curtain. As Kara stepped from the tent, the cat calls and screams rained down as the guys at their table got up, pumping their fists laughing and yelling. Hunter followed along, ready to kill them as he had been tricked into entering a Hula contest at the resort Luau. A thick green raffia grass skirt now covered his bonze bikini bottom, and above it his top had been replaced with a traditional coconut bikini bra. Atop his head, his braids had been tucked inside a long straight black wig with a simple middle part that spanned down his back almost down to his skirt. Above it sat a wreath of colorful purple and white orchard flowers, and a vibrant red large hibiscus flower sat atop his right ear. With the multi-colored lei around his neck, he was dressed identically to the other teens in the contest, as he quickly found himself standing on stage with a dozen other girls, with all eyes upon them. "So thank you to all these gorgeous young ladies for entering our contest," said a huge Samoan looking muscle bound man. "We begin today with a lesson." There was this huge guy suddenly gyrating his hips in front of everyone as he stood like a deer in headlights as the girls started to follow along. "Nice and easy, princess," said the guy, putting his hands on Hunter's waist as he danced past him, making him wiggle in a circle as he was suddenly following along. "It?s not difficult." Back and forth went the guy to every girl, until everyone was wiggling their hips as he was and then he picked up the pace. After one lesson, he already knew Kara was going to win, as she could slither like a serpent while half the other girls were as lame as him. When they all spun to the right and he was dancing behind her, he could barely focus on a single instruction, stuck instead watching her ass waver. She could contort her body in ways he didn?t realize any girl could, and then it was impossible to stop the strain between his legs. Five more minutes of dancing felt like five hours, as he stared at guys, trying not to think about what he?d seen, but the image of her hips swaying like a tidal wave wouldn?t leave his mind. He could see Greg out there focused solely on him, as Greg flickered his brows and waved, trying to let Hunter know he was watching. He hoped that would be enough to calm him down, as he acknowledged him back with a flick of his chin and stared into his eyes, yet instead all his mind could register were Kara?s boobs from the back room. "And now it?s time to pick our top Hula everyone," said the announcer. "One at a time, and on my signal, ladies, please step up and let?s see you shake those coconuts." "Oh jeez..." mumbled Hunter, watching the first girl step up, wiggling for the crowd. He watched as girl after girl had thirty seconds to wow the crowd with their dancing. When it was his turn to do a solo center stage to decide the winner, he knew he happily had no chance as he spun and wiggled on command, as it couldn?t end fast enough. Watching her go next though from just off to the side was like watching a porn film with his teen buddies from class, as she seemed to wiggle and gyrate in slow motion, eliciting some drool from his mouth. He was completely lost in the moment, picturing her coconuts snap away and her topless like he?s seen in the backroom, but then something else instead snapped for real as he was awakened from his fantasy by the feel of elastic quickly sliding through the crack of his ass. "And our winner is Kara Kingsley!" said the announcer. "Please step forward, Kara." "Oh my gawwddd, yes," yelled Kara, hugging Hunter briefly as he pulled away his bottom, leaning forward, hugging, and then she ran to the front of the stage. "Oh my gawwdd, no," panicked Hunter, looking down and realizing his g- string had given way and his dick was now rock hard, poking up in his bikini. There would be no bulge in sight under the safety of the grass skirt, but that would be coming off in a few moments, leaving him screwed. He tried to make his way off stage and over to his mother and then Kara grabbed him, pulling him back. "Wait," said Kara, standing next to him. "Just take a few shots with me, bestie." "Oh gawwd, sure," said Hunter, feeling even more aroused with their arms around each other. "Just quickly, I have to use the ladies room, ok?" "Just hold it," said Kara with her teeth clenched, smiling big. "Ok, but don?t mess up my skirt," said Hunter, patting all the blades in the front, self-conscious and making sure they were where they should be. "And I thought I was vain?" teased Kara, sticking out her chest posing as they snapped some shots before waving up the guys. "Now get up here all you idiots, since you got me to do this." A dozen guys now got up in the picture with them as Hunter was freaking inside, as he could feel the thick grass blades against his manhood. He fake smiled as best he could, and then Greg got between him and Kara, wanting a few silly shots. "Not a good idea, Greg," said Hunter as Greg lifted him up for a minute. "Please put me down, and you can take a better shot with me later. Please." "Oh come on," teased Greg, squeezing him even tigher. "Please," begged Hunter, poking him with his sharp nail. "Please, I promise." "Fine, miss party pooper," said Greg, putting him down and rolling his eyes as Hunter raced off the stage now. "Mom, I kind of need you," said Hunter, running over and pulling her from her conversation. "Please excuse us for a moment." "Honey you did really well, but this is Kara?s moment, so let her enjoy it without being a pain in the ass please, and that was a little rude interrupting my conversation," scolded his mother. "Now just go back with her and whatever it is can wait until we leave here." "No mom it can?t, and I need to tell you I?m ready for that sun dress now," said Hunter, squeezing her hand and pleading. "In fact I?m so sorry I interrupted, or ever gave you a hard time about wearing one, but so I?m really really ready!" "Ok, that's wonderful news honey, and later you?ll fill me in on why you?re finally ready?" said his mother, squeezing his hand. "Now it?ll look beautiful on you tonight, my crazy hula girl, but let me get back to my conversation with Kara?s aunt please, and we?ll talk about that later, ok sweetie." "Mom please. I need to put it on now!" Hunter exclaimed, not letting her turn away and back to her conversation. "I need to change now, mom?" "Now?" asked his mother, confused. "Honey, I have no idea what?s gotten into you, and I love the enthusiasm to wear something pretty, but didn?t you girls just say during dessert that the plan was for you and Kara to go in the pool after we ate? Now relax, you just had lunch and you really do rock that swimsuit, so after you take a shower later, you can wear one for dinner tonight?" "Mom, you are just not getting what I?m saying, and what?s rocking inside my swimsuit, which my skirt is covering up, is what I?m talking about," mumbled Hunter, looking around and making sure only she could hear. "The cover up is not going to cover up what your daughter shouldn?t have! So i need it like right now to cover up the problem." "Oh shit," said his mother, as her eyes got huge, dragging him by the arm. "Get over here to the ladies room."