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Chapter 12 by Zingiber Zingiber

What do Ashley and Brandon find? -or- How do things go at the lake?

Madison asks Kurt and Gavin to do her back.

From her conspicuous post near the water, Madison rubbed sunscreen into her arms and legs with long strokes, seeing whose heads turned. Kurt, no surprise. And hey, Gavin. She dipped her head to hide a smirk, taking a deep breath and recomposing her face.

Lisa was still at the shore, dabbling her toes and looking off into the distance. Madison hoped she was having an okay time. At least she'd come. But she was rocking that aqua-blue suit, so it couldn't be a horrible day for her.

Victoria was trying to go for sun "lite", lying down in partial shade. And Chloe was sitting in a bush somewhere. Zack was paddling around, seeing if anything more would come of the Gavin and Kurt splash-off.

"Guys! I need someone to do my back!" Madison said.

Gavin looked up. Lisa looked around. Victoria stirred behind her.

"Say no more, I'm there!" Kurt said. He strode toward shore from the shallow water, little whirlpools churning behind his legs.

Madison called, "Hey Gavin, come help. Make sure Mister Smooth Talk doesn't cop a feel!"

"Um, okay," Gavin said, wondering why Madison picked him. He sloshed up out of the water.

"Okay team," Madison said. "Back. Waist to shoulders. No funny stuff." She handed the bottle to Gavin, lay face-down on her towel, and untied her red bikini top.

"Yes ma'am, whatever you say," Kurt said. He looked over at Gavin. "Let me show you," he said, taking the bottle before Gavin could protest. He poured some of the lotion into his palm, set down the bottle and rubbed his hands together. "You don't want it cold out of the bottle." Gavin blinked and nodded.

Kurt slid his hands across Madison's back in long, smooth strokes, going bottom to top. He felt for Madison's muscle tone. A little tight. His fingers traced up her ribs. A little quiver there. Her lower spine. Another quiver. He grinned. "Why don't you fill in the edges, Gavin," he said, and handed the bottle back.

"You do any sports, Madison?" Kurt asked. "You've got some nice development around your shoulders and lower back."

"Cheerleading. What, weren't you paying ANY attention?" Madison said.

"Whoa, no offense," Kurt said. "It looks good on you." Kurt looked over to Gavin, pointing where he should spread the lotion a little further.

"Looks good?" Madison said. "I'd be captain..." She cut herself off. Even with Heather, Ashley, and Hannah gone, it was too much to say, in front of Victoria especially.

"Hey, with that kind of fire, maybe you will be," Kurt said. "What, don't we have four cheerleaders along? You could do a routine." Kurt gave Gavin some more directional indications.

Madison snorted, not wanting to give Kurt any more openings. It was going to take a while to size him up. Watch what they do, not what they say, she thought to herself. "Whoa Gavin, side boob!" she protested. "Suit's got that."

"Oh, sorry!" Gavin said, pulling his hands back.

Kurt shrugged and shook his head at Gavin. "Just finish up round her waist." He motioned a slow curve round the edge of her suit.

Gavin finished up with two fingers tracing slowly along the back of Madison's bikini bottom. Kurt watched in satisfaction at a little tremble in Madison's body.

"Hey, there goes," Kurt said. "You good now?"

Madison flailed her hands across her back, exposing more side boob in the process. "Good," she said. "Lisa, come tie me up," she said.

Gavin got up, looking a little flustered.

Kurt stepped back with a chuckle. Madison imagined he must be thinking She said tie me up, huh huh huh.

Lisa tied a bow in the back lace of Madison's bikini top. "Gotcha," she said.

"Thanks," Madison said. She stood up, stretched, and looked around. The sand in the artificial beach next to the water seemed smooth enough, firm enough. Kurt's teasing about a routine had sunk in, somehow, but she didn't need any other cheerleaders to help her out. Kurt thought he had moves. Gavin had one or two. But a cheerleader? Who studied martial arts? Bowing her head to hide another smirk, she called to mind a flashy routine and put it into motion across the smooth, firm sand.

What does Madison choose for her showy routine?

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