Last bet. Winner takes all, loser stays naked.

Victoria dangled a yellow key from her fingers. “This is the key to the locker. I’ll throw it. Whoever recovers it can get dressed, and the other will stay naked until we return to the dorm. This way, at least one of you can have fun, deal?”

“That doesn’t seem very fair to the loser, Victoria,” Kim said. “Wouldn’t it be better if-“

“Deal,” Evie and Amanda replied, nodding their heads.

Victoria nodded back and winded up her arm like a professional pitcher. She threw that yellow key as hard as she could. Unfortunately, the seagull caught it in midair and carried it away. “Ooops, the key must have gotten some ketchup on it.”

“The bet is still on!” Amanda said, sprinting after the bird.

“Oh no, you don’t.”

The seagull crossed the span of the beach, flying over a yoga class, a birthday party, and the local live weather report. Seeing this crowd and feeling the wind rushing around her naked body, Amanda slowed down. She hesitated.

Such hesitation allowed Evie to take the lead, who plunged headfirst into the race. “Eat my dust, Amanda!” Evie said, kicking an extra-large cloud of sand as she passed her. Growling, Amanda accelerated once more.

The two ran at full speed, their legs getting high and covering their nether regions for half a second before going down, their buttocks flexing with the exercise. Their arms swayed up and down, their unsupported chests jiggling like jelly.