The sea was indeed cold, but it didn't dampen my desire. The boys teased me mercilessly, picking me up and throwing me in the water. The more I squealed, the higher they threw me. They dunked me, picked me up, and swung me around. Laughing and breathless, I tried to escape, but I was no match for two such strong men. Sam crept up behind me and pinned my arms behind my back while Rick tickled me, making me writhe and splash as I giggled uncontrollably. Rick knew exactly where I was ticklish, knew that the slightest touch on my sides or my neck were absolute torture. So why was he paying such close attention to the underside of my breasts, my inner thighs, and the backs of my legs? He was caressing my hottest erogenous zones, the parts of my body that seemed to have a direct link to my pussy, making it throb and come alive.

As Rick's hands traveled quickly over my body and Sam's chest and cock pressed into my shoulders and the small of my back, the agony of being tickled was replaced by the hot, urgent tension of arousal that has no easy way of being gratified. I stopped laughing and broke away from the boys, striking out and swimming strong strokes to take me away from them. I tried to clear my head and work out how to decipher these mixed signals. They seemed pretty serious and I wondered if this was their roundabout way of moving this forward. But how? I was wildly attracted to both guys, but did they want a threesome? Just Sam? Just Rick?

But then it could be that all the flirting, teasing, and touching was completely innocent. And if I said something, if I showed I was taking it seriously, it would mean at best taking the wind out of everybody's sails for the rest of the weekend, and at worst running the risk of offending the guys and ruining the best friendship I'd ever had.