We were all tired when we got back to the house. By that I mean that Rachel, Mike and I were tired. Andrew and Kyle were buzzing with excitement. They’d only received Mike’s pictures from the swimsuit shop as far as I knew. My first thought was to insist that nothing else out of the ordinary happened, but then they saw Rachel, who was clearly still covered in Mike’s cum.

“Whoa, what happened?!,” Kyle said, his eyes bulging out at Rachel’s chest. Her crop top was more opaque than in the open sunlight of the beach, but still thin enough that they could easily make out her unsupported breasts and...