Kyle heads to Melissa’s

The door closed behind Kyle, and he realized two things: he was still in heels and he had left his towel behind. Going back up to MARCI’s manhandling (womanhandling?) was not something he wanted to do right then. So he slipped off the heels, picked them up, and started to walk through the grass to Melissa’s. He looked at his phone to see what all the ruckus was.

Texts from the girls. Darla was running a little late. Can’t wait to see Kylie’s new bikini. And a text from Rob.

Kyle ignored that and walked on, looking for settings to stop MARCI from eavesdropping on his conversations. He reached the door to Melissa’s and stood there, lost in the depth of the phone’s settings

The door opened and Theresa greeted him with some air kisses, “My Kylie! Don’t you look amazing! Come in, come in!” And she ushered him into the house. Sighing, Kyle gave up on finding the settings for now.

“You didn’t bring a towel?” Theresa asked. “I’ll get you one. The girls are out back.”

Kyle was ushered out to the patio where Melissa and Robin were, lying on the grass, jabbering excitedly. Kyle gave a weak smile and waved at them.

“You look great!” Robin said, running over and hugging Kyle. That was the one thing Kyle liked about this current predicament, being hugged by hot girls in bikinis. Melissa also gave him a hug. Kyle both cursed and was thankful for the adhesive MARCI had used on his crotch.

“Let’s see the bikini in its glory!” Robin said.

“I feel like I have a wedgie,” Kyle complained.

“You don’t. It’s how that suit fits. Now let’s see it,” Robin said.

“Yeah!” Meilissa said “Give us a spin!”

Kyle shrugged and, slumping, kinda stomped in a circle.

“Not like that!” Robin said, “Here. Like this!”

She came over to stand next to him and executed a graceful twirl.

“I don’t think I can...” Kyle started.

“Just try it. Please?” Robin begged.

Kyle tried a graceful twirl. It was no where close to what Robin had done.

“Better, but more like this.” Robin twirled again.

Kyle twirled and actually wasn’t that bad. Halfway through his spin he heard the dreaded shutter sound and Melissa had taken a picture. After some quick thumb typing, she handed her phone to Kyle.

It was an action shot, Kylie was smiling, her arms held in a graceful ex, her hair extended, her cleavage on display, clearly a girl having fun.

Kyle sank. “Do you guys have to post so many pictures?” He whined.

“Yes. Next question?” Robin asked, laughing.

Theresa came out with a towel, admonished the girls to use sunscreen, then went back inside.

The “girls” rubbed sunscreen on, with Kyle enjoying (and cursing the adhesive) rubbing their backs and having his rubbed.

They laid on their stomachs, phones at the ready, and proceeded to chat about clothes, celebrities, and boys.

Kyle tuned most of it out and being somewhat bored, fell asleep.

His nap was interrupted by loud laughing. He groggily got up to see that Darla had arrived and was standing by his feet with Robin and Melissa. They were all laughing and thumb typing. It took Kyle a second to register that they had his phone.

“Hey! What are you doing?” he asked, suddenly alarmed. “Is that my phone?”

“And... sent” Darla said, handing the phone back to Kyle.

He started flipping through it to see what they had done.

He was mortified to see they had taken a close of of his exposed bottom. The picture clearly showed his wedgie, and the focus was definitely on his crotch.

The Instagram post simply read, “Thinking of my boyfriend.”

“How do you delete this?” Kyle asked, frantically mashing with his thumb. The girls had also set it to his profile picture.

His phone then buzzed, receiving a new text. From Rob. The girls had texted him that picture, along with “thinking of you”

“Nice. When do I get to see that in person?” Was his reply.

Kyle looked up to see the three girls staring over his shoulder, reading Rob’s text.

Robin nudged Kyle. “Well, go on... flirt with him!”

Kyle blinked, unsure of what to do.