Amy again: she strips off her blouse

All eyes swung back to Amy, who nonchalantly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open—revealing her large, round breasts supported in a plain beige bra. I grinned at the little freckles around her cleavage, remembering some of the very good times we’d shared our senior year.

Just to mess with everyone, I pulled off my shoe in response.

Everyone complained, but I silenced them all, insisting, “Hey! I said I’d take off something. I never said what that something would be.”

The five women in the room looked around, frowning at their own, bare feet. They’d all worn sexy-but-painful heels to the reunion, which they’d immediately removed once we’d gotten settled inside Talia’s apartment.

Amy shifted where she stood, suddenly a bit uncomfortable with the position she was in. None of the women had much on that they could lose without sacrificing their modesty. I flashed back to high school, when everyone had been so gung-ho about skinny-dipping. Now that we were older—and I was MARRIED—everyone was a lot more self-conscious.

“A little help, guys?” Amy pleaded with the others. Finally, Corrine stood up, reached a hand up under her hemline, and quickly pulled down her slip.

I took off my other shoe.