Well that night made a bit of an impression on me; I'd always been quite reserved. For example, if we ever went on holiday, even with the girls, I always stayed covered up. But after that night with our friend, I developed a bit of an exhibitionist side.
We spoke the following morning, as I'd said, and agreed that we would never mention it in case someone picked up on our conversation. Although he did remind me of the promise. And true to his word, whenever we were out, if there was anyone around he never even hinted. On the odd occasion there was only the two of us, he always winked and smiled. This always made me blush and get a little horny! Sadly for him, it was my boyfriend who always got the benefit.
About 6 months later, he got himself a girlfriend, and the four of us booked a holiday to Greece. We were sharing a room in an apartment. Two double beds, to try and save money. Obviously, I had no issue because both lads had seen me naked. Not that my boyfriend knew, but the other girl was a bit unsure.
I spoke to her, and said it would be fine, we would just get dressed etc in the bathroom. I think she was more worried about wanting to have sex, but again, I pointed out we would all be drunk so wouldn't care, it would be dark or we'd come up with a plan so that we got time alone with our other halves.
Deep down, I was desperate to watch her shag our friend. Anyway, holiday was booked and away we went. I noticed straight away that nearly every girl was topless and mentioned to my boyfriend that I fancied doing it. It was my first time and the thought of being seen drove me wild. He wasn't happy at first. I thought he didn't want everyone looking, but when I pointed out he was watching all the other girls he had little choice. Although I later realised he didn't like the idea of our friend seeing my boobs. If only he knew!
Eventually I persuaded him, but he wasn't happy at first. The other girl with us looked at me in shock at first. But before long warmed to the idea. Eventually she undid her bikini while lying down and finally, after a while turned over. My boyfriend was rubbish at trying not to stare, I caught him so many times. Still, our friend barely took his eyes off me. I loved it.
As the days went on, us two girls got more and more confident, we were walking round the apartment in our underwear and generally ignoring the fact that anyone was there. It even got to the point where I would shower and leave the door open slightly; just on the off chance I'd be seen again.
Towards the end of the week, we'd booked a trip. It was one of those boring sightseeing things that my boyfriend was desperate to go on. The night before however, we had too much to drink to the point where our friend was was too ill the next day to go anywhere. The others were really annoyed because they felt we couldn't leave him. So I did the decent thing, and offered to look after him. I wasn't bothered about going anyway. Luckily our other halves agreed and off they went.
I knew full well that they would be gone all day, so I could relax as much as I wanted. I even thought about heading to a nearby stretch of beach that was for nudists. However, I didn't have the bottle to do it in my own. So I went and sat by the pool instead. About 11 o'clock, our hungover friend came down looking a little better than he had been, looked me up and down and asked if I needed a hand with any sun cream.