All the shit this school had to offer couldn't ruin Anna's mood today. She'd decided well before going to bed that she'd be skipping out on classes, flush with excitement over the nearby beach. She'd swam frequently as a kid, hit up the Y pools every week, but she'd never seen a beach, and after running away from home, rarely found the opportunity to dive in a pool. So she didn't have a swimsuit coming back to school. While the other girls bustled to class, she was checking herself out in the school-issued swimsuit. Tacky. No way was she wearing that. After long deliberation, she squeezed herself into a pair of tight bicycle shorts, a little tank top, her gym clothes. Barefoot, she slipped out of the dorms, steering her way along back paths, avoiding the girls and teachers milling to class, until she found a little nook of trees along the beach.

For a while she was happy there, sprawled out in the copse of trees on a big fluffy towel. After insuring the area was secluded, she slipped down to black bra and panties, rubbed down with oil. But she could only hold the excitement back so long, staring at that crystal blue water. And by the time girls were starting second period, she'd slipped out of her underwear as well, making a break for the beach. Toes splashed in salt water, thicker, so different than the community pool water she was used to, so much cleaner. She dove into the water, blissful, free, alone with the nature around her.

And then she lost track of time.

Classes are out by the time she wakes up, the sea water baked out of her skin, sprawled out on outcrop of rock a ways from the shore. Soft skin glistens bronze, tempered just faintly by the red of baked burn. Lazily, slowly she wakes, fingers comfortably between her legs, stroking the fine fur of her triangle. Her eyes rest at half-lid, content smile stretched across her lips. Pink nipples point towards the sun, the skin surrounding it a light toned copper. As she slowly drifts to reality, she realizes she's not alone. Girls drift along the sea at a distance. But she's not terribly concerned. She pushes to her knees, slowly lifting into a sky-reaching stretch. Eyes take in the horizon, spotting her towel in the distance, clothes neatly folded atop it, where another girl's apparently set up camp herself.

Fine for now. She seats herself on the edge of the rock, toes swishing through warm, lapping water, lean frame visible from the beach. She plucks a crumpled pack of cigarettes from beside her, wrapped in cellophane, snags one of the last free cigarettes, strokes it to life. She'll head back to shore after.

Is that girl staring at her? Nose wrinkled, she peers right back for a while, then loses interest. Finally, she flicks the stray butt into the ocean, lifts back to her feet. Hands move to her temples, smoothing back salt-sticky hair. Eyes skim the surface of the ocean idly, wandering over the girls, smiling when they look back, comfortably at ease, nude in the bright sun. It radiates her back, bringing a glisten to bronze skin, the faint ache of overexposure merely exhilirating at this moment. Nothing's ruining her day today. She tucks the pack into her mouth, clenched between teeth like a gag. Body raises to one final stretch, arms held together above her head, ample breasts jiggling with a healthy bounce.

She jacknifes into the water, back a delicious curve - perfect round bottom raised high in the air, a smooth splash into the water. Casually she swims towards shore, occassionally stopping briefly to tread water, making conversation with girls here or there, body bobbing visibly beneath the crystal surface of the water. Eventually she shores, dropping the pack into her palm, swaying her way up the beach. Toes squirm in powder sand, breathing easy, skin jeweled with glimmer from ocean and sun. Shai gets a half-apologetic smile as she walks past. Eyes briefly rove over her. She tosses the crumpled pack with the rest of her things before reaching for her clothes.

She bends over to reach for her towel, smiling sidelong. Water dribbles down her firm breasts, lingering at the tips of brown nipples before trickling to the sand at her feet. She wraps herself in the big, soft towel as she sinks to a seat. Her head turned Shai's way. Right leg extended, wiggling, sandy toes pointed to the beach, she rubs the towel up the length of her thigh, drying herself to the toes. She's comfortable in the nude, but not flaunting. A grin continuously creeps to the corners of her lips, unable to hide her pleasure of this situation, white beach, blue water. Eyes settle on Shai's body, not leering but attentive, as she dries herself. "I've got free housing, steady meals, no men for miles and miles. Detention's nothing." Swapping the right for the left leg, kicked in the air like a prone chorus girl, round behind a-wiggle in the sand. "And anyway, I'm a grown woman. If I want to kill my lungs in my own free time, that's my business, not anyone else's. I could be doing a lot worse." She knows all about that, firsthand.

"Anna Lenox." She slides her palm into Shai's grip; the towel worked up now, scrubbing the snuggly softness through her locks. Damp caramel hair falls to her shoulders in curls. She withdraws from the hand shake to take grip on the towel's other corner, tugging it over her shoulders like a shawl. She settles back to a lounge, wiggling up until her rear settles on the towel, weight propped to one elbow. Toes wiggle in powder as she catches the glimmer of metal. Her neck arches forward, lapping in the length of Shai's fair body, incorporeal nearly, svelte little phantom. Eyes widen a little, vaguely leaning over Shai as she takes in the network of piercings along her back, the swish of ribbon. "Cool corset. Does it hurt?"

She smiles knowingly as Shai looks her over, eyes trailing the soft curve of her back, piqueing at the juicy round rise of her ass, before obligingly turning her eyes away, giving the other girl the discretion to look. She stretches her legs into the air before settling them back out in the sand, crossed at the ankles, legs closed and hidden but for a brief trail of silky fur disappearing between her thighs. She drops her head into her carpet of hair, hands folded behind her skull, cheek turned into the sand to lazily watch Shai as they talked. "I hear they get infected easy. All the girls I've known who've had that have been big into the whole fetish thing...." sentence drifting unfinished, as if curious about the answer, but knowing that the question isn't exactly appropriate. Lips twitch playfully.

"I'm a few days on campus, yeah. Figuring I'll major in art, but I've got to get these prereqs out of the way first." Eyes lifting up to the red sun, dusk painting the sky in bruised purples. Bruised. Instinctively she reaches for her pack, shaking a free one out, offering the pack over to Shai. Her voice acquires distance. "Probably won't matter though. I've missed a few years."

Her nose wrinkled as she drags off the smoke. "I was going to say it looks painful," letting rings of smoke drift off to the ozone. She turns on her side to face Shai, lounging on an elbow. The pressures of the new school bear down on her mind now, but she tries to push it away. Head shaking, bangs tumble into her eyes. The towel clings suggestively to her ample breasts, body in curved profile, foot sliding up the side of one shin to smooth out an inch, opening her legs briefly before her sex disappears between her thighs again. Dark eyes don't rest on Shai's body, but rather on her eyes now, gauging her, how carefully she seems to be pumping Anna for information, the sharp snap of her eyes in the direction of the wayward litterbug. "And I was thinking, it's really a tragedy to get dressed in that sexy bikini and not even dip a foot in the water.... But I guess it's getting dark, and there's always the chance of infection..." She lets the topic fade away as the two girls fade increasingly to shadows in the white sand. "As for tutoring and all that. Hell, I'm from Seattle, girl. All they've got is artists. Streets of Fremont are the best art school you'll ever find."

"Unless you've just been out here to girl-watch..." lingering with a mischevious smile. There's a barely felt double-edge to that sentence from cautious Anna. She turns the cigarette over in her fingers, musing. "Yeah. I bet there's all sorts of contraband around. Almost like prison - the smuggled substances, the way all these girls look at you, the attitude of the administration," but said with a lilt, shrugged off as idle amusement.