DV Day 10 - Go to the lake

You put on your own suit, a pretty ordinary, blue bikini with strings, and head down with them.

The other teams are doing the same before dinner. There's a little beach. It's not great, but there are also a couple piers, and a few loungers. The loungers get grabbed up fast by the quickest girls, and everyone else sits on the piers or lays out towels. Some girls get in the water, but not too many. Everyone's too tired to really play too hard, but a couple girls from Blue Team have a beach ball and are slapping it around.

So Blue Team lost too, huh?

Beth and Duni swim over, both wearing one piece suits that work for them. Lara's next to you on the pier.

"What happened?" Lara asks them. She and Beth are old friends or something.

"Adella is just such a fucking jock," Beth complains. "She doesn't listen to our coach and does her own thing."

"Is Motoko cross?" Lara asks.

Duni just laughs. She and Beth lean on the pier by you and Lara, absently kicking their legs in the water.

Max shrieks as Sam pushes her in, and Riona shakes her fist and swears at someone who just hit her with the beach ball. You try not to stare at Riona's generous, jiggling bosom in her striped bikini.

"What about you?" Beth asks.

"Our fucking captain can't do anything right either," Lara says mildly.

Harsh, but fair. You don't argue with her.

"I fucked up," you admit.

"It happens," Beth says sympathetically.

"She can't even wear a fucking bikini," Lara adds, pretending to yawn.

You don't understand. "What?" you say stupidly.

Lara reaches over and pulls the string on your top, which comes loose and falls right off. You gasp and cover your bare chest with your arms, but several girls were looking.

You give her an outraged look, blushing.

"Who cares. There's no men here," Lara says. She's right, you all shower together anyway, but still... You'd do it back to her, but she doesn't have strings on hers.

Duni fishes your top out of the water, and hands it to you. Blushing harder, you put it back on.

The food is terrible at dinner, the counselors take pity on the teams and provide coolers of beer for after. It's dark out, and everyone's just being lazy and kind of getting ready for bed. There is really nothing to do with no phones in this place at night.

Buzzed and drinking beer, your team is even more casual than usual. Sun's always naked, but now Elena's just over there topless, rubbing lotion as Sam thirstily tries not to stare at her. And Viti's coming out of the shower wrapped in a towel, all soft cleavage and bare, brown legs. Max always wears the same boring, plain bikini cut panties, yet somehow your eyes are drawn to them like they're fancy lingerie.

You take your beer out onto the step outside the cabin and sit. You really like your team. You have to do better, but you hear footsteps.