A well fitting swimsuit.

Chapter 3
Chapter 2 : Heavenly bay

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Chapter Description: Our characters experience again the wonders of teenhood.

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’Must be fatigue.’ Was the first explanation that crossed Alex mind to explain the current situation. How could someone finish in such a brillant way a fifteen pages software work in less than one hour, but find himself unable to grasp what he just typed in a few minutes later when proofreading ?

The lines before me makes no senses.

I just wrote them myself, knowing what I was doing.

The situation thus makes no senses too.

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Fatigue ! Yeah, That’s was definitively it !

He should just clear his mind a moment, look at it back some times later, and the light would come back in his brain with brass musics and monks choir. With this detailled thought -his mind sure seemed to wander off like someone indeed tired -, he hastily saved his works and closed the document.

It didn’t put an end to his problem, though. Alexandre couldn’t put his finger on it right now, but something was off. He could feel some sort of tickling thrill sweep over his body in tingling waves. It was a feeling similar to thoses one can feel after watching whatever media with characters covered with crawling insects. Even more, his very clothes seemed to fit him a bit wrong, and he found himself changing position in his seat every half minutes.

Suddenly the hand he put on his chin a moment ago found its way on it again. Smooth skin was all it encountered. Strange, thought Alex, ’I could have swear I felt a whole mustache of fluffy hair up there. I must really be tired.’

Alexandre had been meticulously shaving ever since his first facial hair showed off. When all his friends were keeping ludicrous bunch of fuzzy hair as long as possible to look -in their eyes – manly, alex on the other hand never liked the way it looked on his face and disposed of it as soon as possible. His little sister has teased him about it, saying he didn’t want to look ’grown up’.

As for now, he couldn’t remenber having shaved this well since long. His face was smooth as silk.

Relieved, yet feeling stupid of his own jittery movements, Alex couldn’t help but notice again how unconfortable he felt in his own seat and clothes. Even his screen seemed off.’ I didn’t know you could feel this way working too much.’ He assumed

’Hell ! it’s just my mind. I should try to think of something else.’

In his turning eighteen years old brain, the solution to this whole unsease feeling thing came to him quite naturally : a game of Starcraft II.

Oh yeah, he thought while opening via his laptop tasklbar the game he had almost never played the whole vacation – a shame, truly, and why exactly had he removed the game icon from the home page ? It suddenly seemed pure nonsense on his eyes -, Here was what he truly needed. A sweet unstoppable zerg rush was the best way to do some terrible, terrible damages to this stupid uneasyness.

He quickly raised his seat a few inches before starting. Soon, the teen boy started to play the sequel with as much fervency as he played the previous one with somme of his friends all evening during his (first) teenhood. And when the magic finally stopped and departed some time later with a round total of five years with it, Alex on the other hand continued to play fervently, eyes on screen, way after their - temporary - farewells.

He only leaned back, satisfied, when the Zerg victory screen flashed before him. As his group of friends liked to say back then, a good game of starcraft is like lovemaking.

The dim thought words wandered flutteringly in his teenager brain. And a few minutes of waiting later it encountered the hormone fueled sex thought now rummaging among his brain lobes. The answer of his own body kicked quickly, and the teen boy soon found his hands making its way down to his crotch while lust flooded his mind.

Alex himself was took by surprise by this sudden outcome. What was he ? An horny teenager ? Still, why not ? The barriers restraining him to give in weren’t as strong a the hour before in his now much younger mind.

He started masturbating.

Obviously hurrying, he unfastened his belt, dropped his sligthly oversized pants and boxer who flabbily fell on the ground, and settled back in his seat. His concerns far away from his mere clothes, he never had a chance to notice how pointless the unfastening had been.

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" Feel hot around here " smirked Danielle as she slalomed among the peoples either taking the sun, talking with friends or family, and/or watching the kids from afar, all lying down on their variously colored long beach towels. She had just took a glimpse of the looks a whole groups of teenagers playing beach balls were giving her as she made her way next the sand field.

While the 23 years old young woman knew how harrassing thoses looks were and how the vast majority of them always come at the wrong place, the wrong time and from the wrong person ; the almost 18 years old one she now was in body and feelings couldn’t help but took great pride of it.

And not only pride

Althought not knowing why, Danielle sure could feel the vibrant way her pulse warmed her whole body. How pleasant it suddenly was to know she was pretty, no, even more : attractive. Her body was acute, fresh, full of youthfulness. She felt alive.

For a moment, she could see herself trowing away her beach stuff, join them on the field, spot the most handsome among them, spend the evening in the best nightclub this island could provide them and finally the night in the best hotelroom. It sure was a nice schedule. One she could fully enjoy. She wasn’t a maiden, she knew how to please mens and how to make them please her.

A cool thin line of seawater brung her to her senses. She had steadily come close to the clear blue sea, and was now within range of the waves as, getting smaller and smaller upon approaching the beach, they splashed in fast moving thin lines; crushing the sand fortifications childrens all around the beach were adding to their grand chateaux of buckets formed towers.

The tide was rising. Her toes in the sea comings and goings, Danielle tiny voice of reason who was falling in the back of her mind suddenly voiced loud her opinion.

She shuckled. Why would she want to do anything with a one night guy when she had her boyfriend right near her ? Besides, thoses beach volley guys were’t even major. Some douchebags wannabes who only saw a bust and bottom come by. She had knew enough ’mens’ thoses six past years to know she had found the right one in Alexandre. Danielle couldn’t understand what just passed by her ’ He’s crazy in love with you, you’re crazy in love with him, don’t wreck a solid relationship for a dick, for god’s sake.’ Besides, thoses were just big kids. Get lost, horny teen voice.

She thus continued her way toward the other end of the beach. Ahead was the left part of the rocky low cliff surrounding the beach, it’s tip a few feets far the sea, in what looked like the end of the sand beach. But Danielle knew better. The whole area was shaped like a bent 3, another smaller loop of beach was in fact concealed behind the rocky area.

A quiet spot of sand, rid of the not so average crowd next door. A sun safe haven nobody ever steeped in where she could sunbath peacefully without worrying about lewd mens, noisy childs - or creepy old womens – until Alexandre coming. In short, Paradise !

[img align=left; footer=’’; border=0; showfooter=1;]http://img4.hostingpics.net/pics/189218863.jpg[/img] The only thing she would have to worry about would be the tide going in, progressively cutting the two beachs apart. A problem the beach owners apparently thought countered by a tiny plate way above eye level. Stepping among the scattered rocks filed down by countless yet harmless tiny waves, Danielle took the time to look up at the small sign anchored in the cliff, proudly showing it’s warning in english and another language Danielle couldn’t recognise, nor even identify the alphabet used.

Danielle grinned as the memory of Alexandre and her suddenly founding themselves surrounded by rising waves. Her boyfriend had insisted to take her on his shoulders, and the young man had carried her and their bag with water waves up to his chest all the way through the flooded rock field back to the main beach. They had never felt so stupid upon hearing that there actually was a sign up there that warned of this problem, and above all that the rocks far back had since then been carved and arranged in some rough stair so that you could easily escape the place.

But she didn’t cared. Her boyfriend had been the perfect brave knight for her this day, and that’s all that mattered. Oh, yes, he had some obvious childish trends – and she had been careful not to tease nor remind him about it, he seemed to have a sister who fully filled the role. - but he truly was reliable.

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Meanwhile, back at the bungaloo, Alex sat arched in front of his screen, tightening his grip while accelerating.

A wide photography of a woman -who could have been drawn out of a wetdream – equally wide already fulfillingly displayed on the cited above screen, it’s needless to say the once 23-y-o teen was still far from starting noticing the changes his body experienced. A less, let’s say, distracted one would have perceived right away how his penis wasn’t quite the same anymore, having been robbed of the not so slights changes his kind experiences from late teenhood to manhood. However, as a sagly sitted man with lowered pants and half raised shirt, and once the main task of course taked care, it didn’t took much time. But first.

"Hrmm." Spent, Alex sat motionless on his seat, enjoying the waves of pleasure diffusing on his whole body back to its extremities. Throwing away a once dry tissue, he collected back his scattered thoughts.

’Well, look like I will last longer tonight’ He mentally joked, still surprised by his own lust surge, which he could felt not fully contented ’At last, she evoked the idea first. ’ he smirked, bending down to collect his clothes. ’ I’m sure checking how this new swimsuit fit her won’t take so-’

"Whoawait a second ! What the fuck happened here ! " he exclaimed, his gaze locked on his belly line of hair. Or, more precisely, the lack of it.

The thick column of hair usually spread from his pubic ones up to his belly button was nowhere to be found. Thoses sames pubic hairs, as he discovered by overbending like a contortionist after physically getting out of his stunning stupor, while still making a full and heatlhy bush of thick adult pubes, looked like they had losed ground. The whole concept whirled on Alew mind, where his thoughts defiantly refused to gather and recognise what his own eyes influx were reporting.

’You’re drunk, or in a bad trip, or dreaming, or even in some hospital bed shitting yourself in a deep coma – wait, that’s pretty much the same thing. Maybe some mental illness, then ? Because that way much believable than half your body hair also taking their vacation, but not in the same place than you !’

Still, the hard truth couldn’t be denied. His pubic hairs had made a strategic retreat from his belly, hips and even – as he bent even more- his pelvic down there.

Illness

The word, on wich his brain cells finally aggreed on, seemed to resonate until the eventual full return of his senses.

He instantly stood up. "Holy shit" he uttered, unsucessfuly looking around him after a probable bunch of dead hairs - proof that the rational part of his brain wheels had starting rolling again. ’Whatever’ he needed a mirror.

It didn’t took him long to run like crazy into the bathroom, where he promptly disposed of his tee-shirt, anxious to find out the extent of this mass extinction.

Never before had bald area brought him this much nervosity. Each parts of his body was quickly investigated, with a general positive outcome. His pits hair were still there, though maybe a little less dense than usual. Same thing for his arms and legs, yet less apparent. But his torso... His torso was as bald as one could be, like one of those oiled bodybuilders trunks. No, much like a boy yet to end puberty. In truth, the skin from his neck to his upper crotch was totally smooth. Not just shaven, noticed Alex scrutinising himself in the mirror, but even devoid of soft follicles. Pretty much like his body hadn’t even started growing hair there at all, he analysed, tickling the truth.

His facial hair, as he recalled the incident just before, were indeed shaved smooth and even while taking a good long look at them he couldn’t determine which parts were so because of a shave or a fall. What he was sure however was that he looked like he couldn’t have grow a mustache nor a beard even if he had wanted to.

Averting his attention from hair, he searched hints of others symptoms on his body. The mirror above the sink was giving him a proper reflection of his upper body. He looked pretty much fine on a medical level. No spots of damaged skins nor colored ones, same thing on his eyes. Clear throat. He was no doctor, but he felt fine. In fact, he felt vivid.

Naked, he had no chances to notice his slight shrink, nor took the time to measure himself – who ever heard of a shrink symptom ? - but flexing his bicept he noticed his body muscles didn’t seemed quite the same.

He had been playing sport since middle school, going as far as to later join a football team. Clearly not a nerd looking boy, he had indeed got the good parts of puberty pretty soon, and thrived to maintain his tall and muscular figure as much as he could. Indeed, he had stayed in the team for almost his entire life, quitting just before his IT studies. But right now it looked like he had lost a whole inch of muscles diameter. Definitively a medical symptom.

So he was losing hair and weight.

What could have caused this ? He wondered. Being sick to the point of losing weight, mass and muscles – he was no fool, the uneasyness his clothes gave him sooner clearly wasn’t a coincidence.- Some tropical sickness ? The food, maybe ? It couldn’t be a venerial disease, he had been settled with Danielle since years.

In the back of his mind, a tiny voice whispered insidously ’ But maybe she’s not as faithful as you think she is ?

’ No, the two of them were as much in love than the first day, perfectly completing each other’s souls ’

’Still, you remember what her friends were talking about last time, how she was such a man eater a few years ago ?’

Oh shut up, it’s all in the past. Of all persons Danielle is the last one I could think making responsible of the state I’m in. He stated

Must be the food. Yes, everything was clear now. He expired a long breath he didn’t remenber taking in. The reassuring truth, while not so true, was truly reassuring.

Having regained his composure, now fully calmed, he quietly walked to the bedroom while mentally stating ’Look like I’m not going to start dissolving into a mud pud any second now, so what ?

A phone call in this non english country was a no-no. Besides, he was sure hospital in this country would eventually bring him more sickness than medications. I’ve just got to join Danielle on the beach - not something to casually talk over the phone, it would make her worry more than anything - and discuss with her how it’s a good thing our vacation’s coming to a end. He resumed on a positive way.

And if I can conceal how much her boyfriend freaked out over this whole hair affair, the better. He shuddered. ’Time to dress, by the way.

Had he know how much freaking discovery he was already set to made this fatefull day, no doubt would the teen have shuddered a whole more.

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"This shit is heavy as hell," grumbled Danielle as the parasol’s mast she had already been trying to sink into the sand three long times refused to do so a fourth one. It wasn’t common to her to loose her cool so rapidly, but she couldn’t help but feel rather impatient right now.

"It will soon be a whole hour I left the bungallo and I ’m still not enjoying my last vacation day !" Fuck this giant umbrella, She finally settled while throwing it next to her bag. Alex will take care of it once coming in, anyways. She had planned to read some mags under some little shadow, but sunbathing right away was not so displeasing to her.

She layed on the beach tower she had spread out in the first place upon settling, and quickly put on some good sunscreem.

She was already lying still on her stomach when a thought crossed her mind. Why not sunbath topless ? The beach there was empty, and as a lace tied bikini her new swimsuit was exactly the sort who could be easily unhooked. She could remember Alex voice telling her not to show her body too much, and obviously the quarrel she had just been it, yet the temptation was still here.

She was all alone here, nobody could see her, let alone thoses old bitchs, she would not have to worry about glares. Plus, their opinions sure were the last thing Alex would think of after being welcomed by her topless girlfriend, she smirked.

Above all, she felt the need no to conform to thoses pesty socials rules, to be more daring and show off the body she felt so good in, no matter the opinion of total strangers. Doing something she had been so reminded not to do was truly appealing, on an exciting way, and it involving nudity was only adding excitment to the whole thing.

Her rebellous teen temperament easily won the fight, and she swiftly unhooked her green top, deciding to stay on her stomach for a little while before turning over. A tiny little while.

So what if people could maybe see her topless ? Some could be shocked, so what ? Hell, she was on a beach, after all. And to her knowledge seing breasts has never hurt anyone. Nothing wrong here, isn’t it ?

Isn’t it ?

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AUTHOR’S NOTE : That’s it for chapter 2. As I hope you can see I’ve added some fitting picture to my chapters. And made some slights corrections to the previous chapters. I hope to finish the next one quickly.

 

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