Evie loses a bet and goes rowing topless

“Come on Evie, show me those flabby arms in action. Heave, ho, heave, ho, heave, ho.” The lake was once more open for business for all prospective bathers. Since it was right next to the college, it was the perfect place to cool off after the midterms. At least, that was what Evie and Amanda thought, who once again met by accident on the shore.

As it was bound to happen, the two soon got involved in a series of competitions. They raced, balanced glasses on their heads, and found out who could hold their breath the longest underwater. The answer was Amanda, who once more won the bet.

This time, the wager didn’t forbid the loser from returning to the lake, instead skipping directly to the embarrassing forfeit. Amanda and Evie were sharing a rowboat. The former wearing a one-piece swimsuit and the latter nothing at all, as was the custom for the loser. Evie was rowing. She had to complete ten laps around the lake before she was allowed to scamper back home.

With both her hands on the oars, there was no way Evie could cover herself. Her chest bobbed as she painfully heaved the heavy oars to move the boat.

“Woop! It’s Evie and the puppies again!”

“Oh crap, it’s the frat boys again,” Evie closed her eyes and clenched her jaw as the boat slowly drifted across a particularly loud part of the shoreline.

“Hey guys,” Amanda waved hello to the group of boys partying on the beach. They hollered back at the boat with smiles, their phones aimed at the blushing Evie.

“Come on, do you want to fill your phones with more pictures? Weren’t the ones you took the last two laps enough?” Evie complained.

“We are going to sort out the best ones back at the house,” a muscular boy yelled back. “It’s going to be a thing for the whole house. Peter even suggested we make trading cards out of them.”

“Owww…” Evie groaned. “…I hate you,” she weakly said to Amanda with a weak glare that would not intimidate even a puppy.

“You should be thanking me! I’m whipping you into shape!” Amanda retorted, feigning sympathy. “And I’m making you the most popular girl in school!”

“I’ll show you popular,” Evie replied, her brain too flustered to come up with an actual retort.