Forbidden Heat in the Motel Room

This all went down a few years ago.

I was about 23, and my best friend was Mia. We’d been tight since our senior year of high school, practically glued at the hip. Our bond got even stronger when I started dating the best friend of Mia’s boyfriend.

Mia and I were always out and about. Most weekends, we’d hit the bars or clubs with our crew of girlfriends. Sometimes our boyfriends came along, but usually, it was just us, living it up.

One summer, we planned a weekend getaway to my boyfriend’s family’s beach house. The idea was to head out Saturday morning and come back Sunday evening.

Besides Mia, her boyfriend, my boyfriend, and me, a few other friends from our group tagged along. We ended up with 11 of us total.

We rolled up to the beach house around 1 p.m. in four cars. The sun was blazing, so we threw on our swimsuits and hit the ocean right away.

After some drinks and a barbecue, we started a rowdy game of beach volleyball in the shallow waves. It wasn’t just about the game – there was a lot of playful shoving and “accidental” touches. I felt hands graze me more than once, but I just smirked and kept going. Mia was the same, brushing it off with a laugh. Eventually, two of the other girls bailed, leaving just Mia, her boyfriend, my boyfriend, two other guys, and me in the water.

Mia and I were on opposite teams, and the guys loved tossing the ball our way, then diving in to steal it, their hands brushing against us. During one chaotic play, Mia’s bikini top snagged on a piece of driftwood, yanking it aside and nearly baring her chest to everyone. She didn’t flinch, just adjusted it with a grin while the guys whooped and hollered.

They started ribbing Mia’s boyfriend, teasing him about her “showing off.” He just laughed it off, so the jokes fizzled out.

The game kept going, but the guys seemed more focused on tugging at our bikini strings than hitting the ball.

At one point, my boyfriend pulled the tie on my bikini top, and it came loose, floating in the waves. I clamped my hands over my chest, laughing as the group howled. Mia was giggling too until her boyfriend yanked her top loose, leaving her exposed. We stood there, covering ourselves, cracking up. The commotion drew the others closer, curious about the noise.

They started cheering, and after some coaxing, the two other girls jumped back in. Sure enough, their tops were untied in seconds, and they covered up like us. We started messing around, playfully bumping into each other or covering one another’s chests with our hands, all while laughing. The guys were practically feral with excitement.

After a while, the guys swam closer, tickling us to make us drop our hands. It was a struggle to stay covered, and I definitely felt some bold moves under the water. Then Mia’s boyfriend, Lucas, grabbed my shoulders and dunked me under. I couldn’t fight back without exposing myself, so, in a panic, I grabbed him by the crotch, squeezing hard until he let go. I surfaced, gasping, while he groaned, clutching himself by the shore. Everyone roared with laughter when I shouted what I’d done, and that ended the game.

We retied our bikinis and spent the rest of the afternoon chilling.

But something lingered in my mind – the moment I’d grabbed Lucas. I could tell he was half-hard, and it felt… substantial. Mia had always bragged about him, but I figured it was just talk. Now I wasn’t so sure.
Later, I ran into Lucas inside the beach house. We started joking about the volleyball chaos, but then he said something that stopped me cold. “I knew you had an incredible body – that grab was worth the pain just to get a closer look.”

I froze, unsure if he was serious or messing around. Not wanting to seem shaken, I fired back, “Thanks, but I doubt you saw much. From what I felt, though, Mia wasn’t lying about you.”

He stepped closer, pinning me against the wall with his arm. My heart raced – I was terrified someone would walk in and get the wrong idea. “Ava, you’ve always driven me crazy – today just pushed me over the edge.” – “Lucas, don’t be stupid – someone could see us, and it’ll be a disaster.”

He didn’t back off, closing the distance until I had nowhere to go. His hand slid to my waist, pulling me against him. I could feel his hardness pressing into me through his shorts, warm and unmistakable. My body betrayed me, staying still instead of pulling away. His hand moved lower, cupping my bare skin under my thong bikini. “Lucas, stop – this is a mess waiting to happen.” – “Ava, don’t play – you feel it too. We’ve known each other too long to pretend.”

He wasn’t wrong. Before I started dating his friend, Lucas used to complain to Mia about me, saying I was trouble. Mia and I were wild back then – we’d compete to see who could hook up with the most guys at the club. She settled down with Lucas, but I kept at it until I got with his friend. In another world, I’d have jumped Lucas without a second thought. But he was Mia’s boyfriend, and she was right outside with my boyfriend and the others.

I shoved him back, but he grabbed my arm. “I want you, Ava – I know you’ll keep quiet. Let’s find a moment to make this happen.” He let go, and I bolted to the bathroom, locking the door.