Chapter Two

The turning point in my relationship with Billy, and in my life, began when she announced one day, as if commanding a troop maneuver, that we would be spending the days right after school closed for Summer out at her parents' house. She said it was so we could just bodyboard all day at the secret spot just off the point, lie out the rest of the time and work on our tans until we were baked black all over, and just cruise and booze all night without our folks, or our boyfriends, to bug us, and... come together as a special group of friends, a club. Four girls alone on six acres of pristine beach front property with the coolest beach house ever. God, sometimes it is totally cool to have really rich friends.

Jen asked her if our boyfriends could visit us there. Billy said, "No my parents wouldn't let us. Anyway, we can go to town and go out anyway. Besides, our plans will keep us busy up at the house."

Seemed like the beginning of a great summer, and I was finally getting into the 'club.'

The four of us attended The Pali School - Hawaii's oldest and most prestigious private school. Jen, Chris, and Billy had been in school together since they were six years old. They grew really inseparably close when they formed a 'club' for themselves when they were about twelve.

One day, Billy approached me while I was dressing after gym class and asked if I wanted to join her and her two friends in going bodyboarding. We had had some great times surfing together at a local spot. I'm certain, an awesome group. We looked good in the water and knew what we were doing, and we looked pretty hot on the beach too. Although we would go to the beach and surf together, I was never invited to go out with them afterwards, or for other things, or over to their homes. But I was pretty happy just being one of the group for our bodyboarding. Private, snooty schools full of rich kids were hard enough to break into, but the fact that I was older and had a marked habit of being somewhat of a flirt, an exhibitionist, and was sexually very active didn't help.

I seriously under dressed for school, and everything else. So most of the girls hated me from the start. Not to mention that I came in from the outside and that we were not nearly as rich as many of them, and they knew it.

I'm sure I get my exhibitionist nature from my Mom. She can still look really hot, and she sort of subtly encouraged my tendencies in this area. My Mom had also been great in giving me a healthy attitude toward sex. "Make it safe no matter what, and enjoy it" she told me. How lucky can a girl get? My Dad was always commenting to my Mom and me that he expected me to turn out just like her, and hoped that I would. They always exchanged that knowing look parents have that made my eyes roll. She could play the role of banker's wife all proper, but always with a heavy dose of sex appeal. She is still proud and beautiful and carries herself so well that she is a definite asset to my Dad's career.

In part I think I began showing off to demonstrate my femininity. At only five foot five and 110 pounds I have a sort of funny little figure that is rather muscular. My arms and legs are very well muscled and 'cut.' I have a washboard flat stomach with a 'six-pack' of muscles showing vividly, really broad and strong shoulders and back, a tiny waist and hips, and a hard and cute ass, if I say so myself. I've got a naturally dark brownish skin that tans very quickly and easily to a really deep reddish brown, almost black eyes and a ton of pretty wild and very long black-brown hair with some sun streaks. One of my boyfriends told me I had "perfect little champagne glass breasts with high little nipples like pencil erasers."

I can think of only five or six times in my life that I've worn a bra, and usually, don't wear any panties either. I wear the shortest skirts and thinnest and tightest tops I can find. I always have two extra buttons undone somewhere, and favor the bare midriff look. On dates I like to wear very sheer or revealing outfits, and I only wear g-string or thong bikinis with really small triangle tops to the beach and hardly ever wear a cover up or shorts. I just walk down the street like that carrying my board and fins, no towel, from my house to the beach; about a mile. I love it. It feels good and I really like the attention.

Anyway, while we were weekend friends, I was surprised to be asked to the beach house with the girls. I couldn't believe it, but I accepted immediately. While it was clear that Billy was the one that asked, Jen and Chris seemed at least not to mind. And so began a wonderful new chapter in my life. One that set the tone for much of how I will live the rest of my life. How can I ever thank Billy?