My Freaky Freshman Year

My Freaky Freshman Year

Chapter 4 of 4

All characters are over the age of 18 at the time of any sexual activity.

Spring Break puts Theo and Lily at a crossroads.

A huge shout out to my beta readers and editors: thatsbogus, SpotInTheSand, and Rawsilhouette, all fantastic Lit authors. Consider browsing their author pages for some great stories.

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I roused at the sound of knuckles on wood. A moment of confusion swept through me as I tried to assemble the pieces of where I was. I cracked my eyelids open, seeing bright sunlight already streaming through an expanse of glass facing the ocean.

We're in Daytona Beach,I put together.

I wriggled in the bed, feeling the now softer sensation of my skin against the satiny sheets.

And we switched bodies last night. Shit.

The conversation we'd had the night before played in my head, fuzzy and disjointed in parts, but clear in others. Our chance hookup was only facilitated by physical proximity, and certainly didn't change anything between us. If anything, I'd practically challenged her to...

God, what did I do?

Find some guys!I'd said,You're in the Spring Break Capital of the world!

The challenge I'd unwittingly backed in to seemed less cogent after a night of sleep, and doubly stupid now that we'd unintentionally switched bodies.

The knocking started again, this time more insistently.

I sat bolt upright in bed, feeling the pleasant weight of my borrowed breasts. As the door to our room opened, my brain finally kicked into gear as I locked eyes with Dean. He stood in the doorway, staring at my bare chest. He flashed me an appreciative nod and shit-eating grin as I finally thought to pull a sheet up over myself. I pushed on Lily's firm shoulder to wake her up.

Watching her come to grips with our current situation was a bit entertaining. After a few pointed glances between her and Dean, I finally telegraphed that she needed to be Theo.

"Hey dude," said Lily appropriately, her deep morning voice gravelly. She sat up in bed, exposing her muscular torso in the warm light.

Dean glanced between us a few times, probably correctly assuming that we'd slept together. If he was surprised, he didn't show it.

"Hope yesterday's warm-up was good, because the real fun starts now," said Dean with a smile. "We're all going to the Pearl, they have their official kickoff party today."

He explained that the Pearl was some kind of exclusive beach and pool club a quarter mile or so up the beach. The club apparently had a yearly tradition of going all out for the first day of Spring Break. Live music, beach games, plenty of food and drinks, and obviously guaranteed shenanigans. He had of course obtained the expensive tickets in advance.

"It's legit off the hook, you have to go," he said. "Bring your party 'A' game!"

Lily piped up, her logic already dealing with details and logistics. "We forgot sunglasses, and Lily needs a suit. We need to Uber to a store before we go."

"Take a car," said Dean offhandedly. "There's like four of them in the garage, keys should be by the door."

"Cool."

Dean flashed us a double thumbs-up and left.

I turned to gaze at Lily, still gazing at me and awkwardly trying to reconcile looking at her own face and body through my eyes.

"So we're doing this, huh?" I said, crossing my arms over my now-larger chest.

"Aren't we here to relax and do the whole Spring Breakthing?" She arched an eyebrow at me.

"Well, yeah, but-- this," I said, gesturing between us. "We're switched."

Lily gave me an incredulous glare. "Oh, so you don't want me to see how easy it is for guys to slut around without any consequences?"

How is she making long sentences this early?

"Or do you think you won't have as muchfunwithout your pecs and perfect hair?"

Dammit Lily, what the fuck?

I blinked a few times and stared at her. The look on her face could have been from any clash from kindergarten through senior year. While her tone of voice didn't actively suggest any kind of challenge, she was still getting under my skin.

Okay, we're doing this.

"Is it me then?" she asked, softening. "Does it make you uncomfortable to be in my body?" She gazed at me with what appeared to be genuine empathy. "Not how you wanted to spend your first day of Spring Break?"

My brain had already picked up the baton she'd held out and I glossed over her last line of questions.

"I'mperfectlycomfortable in your body," I tutted. "Maybe you're the one that's not comfortable right now."

Her face twisted into a smug grin that I'd seen countless times in the last dozen years.

Here we go again.I flashed back to the first week leading up to prom. It was like we were even competing tobe each otherbetter.

I flashed again to our tipsy, coital conversation from the evening before.

"You know what? We're adults. We've been in each other's lives through good and bad stuff. Can we just agree we're gonna try and have fun and not make this a stupid competition please?"

She studied me for a moment.

"Okay, fine," she said, her face not quite agreeing yet.

"Good." My ego puffed up at my apparently successful attempt at diffusing the situation. "We can be reasonable people and still crush this awesome beach party."

A smile pulled at her mouth as she reconciled my apparently unexpected challenge.

"Yes," she said. "Thanks for putting me in my place," she added, now grinning widely, "frickin' monkey hormones..."

I laughed out loud and shoved her firm shoulder.

"Now come on and let's get up, apparently I need to go buy a swimsuit."

We got out of bed and padded to the bathroom. Seeing her strong shoulders as I followed her, I couldn't help but marvel at the almost instantaneous switch that came from inhabiting her body. We switched spots at the wide vanity, now needing the bathroom supplies the other had packed. Lily grabbed my electric razor and began to buzz it over her face.

"Don't forget to shave your legs, and..." she gestured crudely to her crotch.

I huffed and walked into the large shower. Washing quickly, I found the routine of running the disposable razor up and down my long legs came back quickly. She walked in a moment later and turned on the opposite shower head. I fought the urge to go snuggle up to her and maybe cop a feel of her muscular body.

We dressed, again adjusting to digging into the wrong suitcase. By the time we were ready to leave, things felt a bit better, at least on my side. She was offhandedly giving me warm smiles, and the ocean breeze flowing in our balcony door would have made anyone relax.

We each grabbed a muffin in the kitchen and made our way to the garage. Lily spotted the rack of keys and took a fob, a three-pointed star emblazoned on the back.

"Will this work?" she grinned.

We found the convertible 500SL in the garage, top already down.

"Dammit," I said, ogling the expensive vehicle. "I'm gonna need a hair tie."

Lily dug into her pocket and handed me a stretchy band. "I brought you one, figured you might need it."

"Thanks," I said, a breath catching in my throat at the unexpected kindness. I choked it down and quickly tied up my blonde hair into a ponytail. "Do I get to drive?" She tossed me the fob and we climbed in.

I pulled out and took the beach frontage road northward. Lily pulled up the map on her phone and found a surf and sporting goods store that looked like a strong contender. She punched it into the nav screen for me.

We stopped at a drive-through coffee cart on the way. The young guy working there was none too subtle about looking down the front of my sundress as he leaned out the window. I flashed him an encouraging smile and gave him a good tip after we got our caramel frappe's.

The shop we picked wasn't busy yet, and fortunately had a good selection of outdoorwear and accessories. We found sunglasses first. I picked out an oversized pair that wasn't particularly comfortable, but looked appropriate for a beach party. Lily found some single-lens wraps with a blue finish. They wouldn't have been my choice either, but she was driving the Theo bus at the moment.

We found the swimwear section and without consulting each other, each selected a suit. Mine was a simple white two-piece. The high-cut waist showed off the bottom of my hourglass nicely, and the top was kind of a single piece of fabric made into a tube. Abandeau, the salesgirl said, whatever that was. I slipped into the dressing room and tried the suit on. The bottoms fit great and the top seemed to support the girls nicely. I jumped in place a few times.

Not too much bounce, good.

I cracked the door and slipped out and found Lily waiting for me, wearing just the suit she'd chosen.

Holy shit...

I tried and quickly failed not to get aroused by the sight of my own body. The dark gray swim briefs were skimpier than any underwearguy-meowned, the sides along her hips narrowing to less than an inch of fabric. The front pouch definitely had its work cut out for it, but looked to be a double layer suitable for actual swimmers. I sucked in a breath as I glanced down, the bulge from her sizable cock still obvious.

Lily raised an eyebrow as she looked up and down my body and my more modest swimsuit choice.

"That'swhat you picked out?"

I glared back at her.

"Whatever, it's your body." She turned to walk back to the dressing room. "I'm gonna go get sunscreen, meet you at the register."

The salesgirl I'd been talking to waited until Lily was out of earshot.

"Oh, sweetie, I think it looks nice on you. I mean, literally anything would look nice on you, but he doesn't get to dictate--"

"It's okay," I cut in, an impish thought popping into my head. "You know what, he's right. Gimme something that'll drive himabsolutely crazy. You have anything like that?"

The girl mirrored my mischievous smile. "Yup, be right back."

The entire bright red swimsuit would have fit crumpled up in my hand. The bottom was a thong, the straps barely wide enough to have seamed edges. The tapered triangle in the front would not have worked if I hadn't shaved my lady parts smooth this morning. The top was equally revealing. The same narrow straps ran around my back in a tie, connecting the triangular cups that barely held my boobs in place. They plumped deliciously out both sides, with nice cleavage in the middle.

I gawked at myself in the full length mirror.

Hot damn.

I'd stared at myself in Lily's body before, always still appreciating the view. Now though, the changes she'd made were justextra --the cute belly-button bar piercing, the blonde hair, and now this arguably scandalous swimsuit. But this was also me, at least for now. Images flooded in of my own male body, my strong chest and arms, everything I just saw on exquisite display in a minuscule Speedo. Other flashes, both guys and girls at our vacation house, Candy, Dean, Sara, Aiden...

I'd quickly worked myself into a horny mess. I took a few calming breaths, opened the door and called the salesgirl in.

"Think this'll work?" I asked, full well knowing the answer.

"If he doesn't have you on a pedestal in about five seconds... you'll have no trouble finding a boy that will. Especially here," she added with a grin. She glanced down at my suit bottoms and pulled her face into an uncomfortable grimace. "You forgot to leave your underwear on..."

I gasped and looked down toward my barely covered mound.

"You know, when trying on swimsuits?" she added quietly.

"My bad, I'm so sorry," I gushed. "I'll just buy it. I can't wait to see the look on his face anyway."

"He is pretty hot," she said with a conspiratorial grin.

I chuckled and nodded. "Take the tag off for me?" I asked, feeling it hang off the strap around my back. "I'm just gonna wear it out."

I pulled my sundress on over my new bikini and thanked the salesgirl. I snagged a gauzy cover-up wrap on the way toward the check-out. Lily was waiting there, her purchases already rung up.

"Here," she said, handing me an envelope withLilywritten on the front. I opened it and quickly counted a thousand dollars in hundreds. "Wow..." I took two out and paid for my things. She didn't ask about my suit when I handed only the tag to the cashier.

Lily was eager to drive as we left the store, so I gave her the key fob. She tore out onto the main street, grinning like an idiot as the car rocketed us back toward the house.

Everyone appeared to be up and around when we returned. A group of girls was out on the pool deck applying sunscreen. I walked out, knowing I'd never hear the end of it if I got Lily's perfect skin a sunburn on the first full day of vacation.

"Holy shit, girlfriend!" said Candy as I pulled my sundress off. "After yourshorts on the side of the poolyesterday, I didn't think we'd see any skin from you."

"Just getting warmed up," I said with a grin. "Yours is cute too, bee-tee-dubs."

"Thanks, babe. I think it'll do what it's supposed to."

Candy's yellow bikini covered only slightly more than mine, with maybe inch-wide straps underneath the bra cups and again holding the bottoms together, arching high over her hips. We switched positions, and I rubbed the bright white lotion into her back and shoulders.

"Theo seen this yet?" she asked.

"No," I said coolly, reaching under her back strap with the sunscreen.

"Maybe trying to make a point?" she asked.

"Maybe."

I climbed the stairs back to our room, finding it empty. I fished through Lily's bathroom bag and found the tube of bright red lipstick I was looking for. I applied and blotted, rather pleased that it matched my suit perfectly. I pulled on the sunglasses, then blew a kiss to the mirror and trotted back downstairs.

Lily wandered out with the other guys a few minutes later, her reaction at seeing me both predictable and satisfying. She didn't say anything, but gave me a prolonged stare that made me flush.

Through my sunglasses, the dark lenses let me catch wonderful eyefuls of the toned, tanned flesh that surrounded me. The first few times we switched it was strange, being attracted to guys. By this point I just went with it -- the body wanted what the body wanted. She caught me checking out the other guys and arched an eyebrow, I just smiled back. I was rapidly becoming more okay with my situation.

Dean wandered around the assembling group and handed out tickets to the club. Everyone appeared ready to go, so he led the way through a gate out to the beach. I pulled on my coverup and casually sauntered over to Lily as we made our way down the sand.

"This suit better?" I asked with a smug grin.

"You're evil," she said, arching an eyebrow above her sunglasses. "I'm practically doing mediation exercises just to keep from popping a boner."

"So you like looking at me like this?"

"Obviously," she said under her breath.

"I do like your Speedos," I said, hooking a finger in the side of her suit before letting it snap back against her hip.

"Brat!" she said playfully.

This felt better, good even, like our normal banter. I instinctually grabbed her hand and interlaced our fingers. We turned to look at each other, a pair of poker faces wondering what the other was thinking and what hand they'd play next.

We walked down the sand in silence for a few minutes and I tried to center my thinking. I looked ahead and smiled. Aiden and Sara, our traveling partners, had their hands similarly clasped and were giving each other eyes.

"Wonder if they fucked last night..." said Lily brashly, her eyes obviously focused where mine were.

I giggled. "Testosterone overload there, Theo?"

She put a hand over her mouth as if she'd just realized what she said. "Jesus, your hormones in this place is... a lot."

"I'll give you that one," I said.

It was nearly ten as we approached the hotel club, the hot sun was already blazing down on us. Music was thumping against the rhythm of the lazy surf washing up the beach. Aside from a narrow stretch near the water, the area had been cordoned off with velvet ropes and temporary fencing. We joined a small queue that had gathered at one corner.

"Our tickets should let us come and go if you need to go back to the house and chillax or whatever," said Dean as we approached the front. "But if you leave before dark you're a giant pussy, right, Harper?" He slapped Lily on the back.

"The biggest of cunts," she said with a half smile, looking appropriatelybro.

Everyone in earshot chuckled.

"Okay then, greatness awaits inside!"

We made our way through the line, exchanging our tickets for hand stamps. I glanced around, everyone was getting the same color, and nobody was checking IDs. I could see a bar less than thirty feet away, freely passing out a rainbow of Solo cups.

"Guess that answers that," said Lily under her breath to me, obviously thinking the same thing.

Despite it being mid-morning, we all eagerly took a vessel ofliquid partyfrom the bar. Mine tasted something like coconut and berries mixed together. It was sweet, probably belying how much cheap booze was under the surface. Our group began to intermix with the others coming in. I lost track of Lily for a moment, but she'd gathered near the guys from our house, probably wanting to blend in.

The club was enormous, stretching from the sectioned-off area of the beach, up a vast lawn, then into a pool complex surrounded by high rise hotel towers. Palm trees provided patches of shade, and manicured paths led every which way through the space.

I let the tie on my coverup fall open, easing myself into the titillating notion that I was about to be nearly nude in a crowd of hundreds of people. After a few swigs and wide scans around me, I wasn't even close to the only one. I saw a few girls with more conventionally sized bikinis, and a larger number of guys wearing the baggy swim trunks I wore yesterday. But by and large, people were here to show off their bodies. And by God, I was gonna appreciate them.

I spied Lily and Dean with a couple of other guys, huddled under an easy-up tent talking with someone behind a table.

"We're gonna get in on the sand volleyball tourney," said Lily as I approached, "you want in?"

"Nah, I'll just watch, I think. Can you imagine me spiking a ball in this?"

She gave my generous cleavage a look that suggested she was indeed imagining it.

"Okay, well see you 'round. You cool?"

"Yeah," I nodded.

I strolled down a few of the winding paths through the resort, sipping my drink and properly enjoying people watching. It wasn't lost on me that I was also being watched, which I was rapidly becoming more okay with. I began to take a mental inventory of all the places I wanted to hang out over the course of the day, assuming Lily didn't want me to watch her play in the sand for too long.

By the time I finished my drink, I was pleasantly buzzed. I saidHito a few of our housemates as they began to get into their groove at various spots around the resort. I eventually wandered back down to the beach. The guys' impromptu volleyball team was about to play, so I plopped down into the sand. Candy appeared a moment later and sat next to me.

"You ever watched a game in person?" she asked. She'd been carrying two drinks and handed me one.

"Oh thanks. No, never in person. Looks like a pain in the ass, running in sand is hard."

"There's lots of hard things alright... asses and abs and pecs and biceps."

We giggled as the two teams assembled on the court. Indeed, the display of muscular, good looking young men was impressive. The alcohol had dulled my higher reasoning just enough that I had a brief moment of dissonant panic.