A souvenir

“Oh~ my gosh. Haha that little thing’s miiine~” you hear Sarah slur.

What the fuck did she just say?

“What?!” you hear Tom shout angrily. You did not need aggression right now.

You look down at a giggling Sarah as she stands up.

Your jaw drops and you can feel blood rushing to your groin. Everyone else now sees a bottomless Sarah. You now had the pleasure of seeing her from the front. Pleasure you were now suddenly fighting back again.

Seriously?! The only reason you didn’t bust right there is probably because you’d just done it twice back to back.

The weed seemed to have done its work for your libido, but not your endurance.

“Ha about time someone else nuded up. I applaud the Donald Duck look” Nicole laughed, dropping her arms from covering her bare breasts. She felt more comfortable not being the only one.

“Well in that case, I’ll just leave my flag where I planted it.” Sarah laughed winking at you.

You were confused for a moment and finally dropped your gaze down below to assess your embarrassment.

Sarah’s bikini bottoms were sticking about half way out of the front of your Speedo, probably from when your boner snagged them in the first place.

It actually seemed to work in your favor; your cock was either hidden behind the bikini fabric or buried back in your speedo (and you could already feel the blood flow helping it grow again).

In addition, the stuffed bottoms seemed to have the added effect of a larger looking bulge, though you’re sure no one would dismiss that this was the bikini bottoms doing.

“Consider it payment for services rendered _very _well.” Sarah said before tossing her hair back over her shoulders.

“Glad you enjoyed yourself,” you surprised yourself with your cool response.

“Miranda, sorry. No more cuts in line, but he’s warmed up for you,” Sarah giggled while walking up to Miranda and embracing her from behind.

Miranda was crimson red as Sarah whispered something to her. You saw a small smile on Miranda’s lips before everyone’s attention was drawn behind them by a loud yelp.

Everyone turned to look behind Sarah and Miranda to see Tom sit down rather abruptly, looking a bit strained and groaning.

Before you could figure what was going on Nicole shouted

“Oh. Wow. Want give the class a status update there stud?” Nicole asked almost annoyed.

“Fuck. Off.” Tom grunted, still distracted by something. Sarah let go of Miranda and turned to face Tom.

“GUH!” Tom shouted before he thrust his tented crotch into the air. A massive tent, but more noticeably seemed to be a massive wet messy tent.

Sarah began giggling uncontrollably. “Just like last time. At least you got to see my lower half this time around.”

Tom didn’t respond only turning redder as he seemed to regain control of his body.

“You’re so big, if only you could use it.” Sarah teased.

“Folks might be more liable to help you out in that department if you weren’t such an arsehole.” Nicole said.

Tom retorted almost out of breath “just clearing the pipes. More…more than ready for extra rounds.” He winked, sweating profusely.

Matt interjected “dude quit being toxic. Just chill, relax, and learn to take what you’ve been dishing out for once. We can still get back to the g-“ Matt yelped as Nicole traced her finger on the outside of his speedo.

“Now, this right here? A nice guy’s cock? That’s what I’m hungry for right now.” Nicole licked her lips at a wide eyed (but smiling) Matt.

“Back to the game?” You chirped in stepping closer to Miranda. The group wordlessly stepped back to the circle, Tom trailing behind, now with a towel wrapped around his waist.

As you all sat down you felt a tug from your groin and looked up at Miranda holding the part of Sarah’s bikini bottom hanging out your speedo.

“Crotch flag’s a fun idea.” Miranda smiled at you.

You smiled back. You were unsure how she would have reacted to your now apparent dalliances with the others. Seems she’s in the spirit of the night at least, and you’re feeling ready to start opening up to her. Although you admit you’ve been selfishly enjoying all the attention tonight.

“Have you considered a design change? Maybe…find a new flag? Or add more?” Miranda asked innocently, her fingers sliding further up the loose bottoms toward your now tightening speedo.

Uh oh. Control yourself fuck.

“Alright! Spin John!”

You reach out for both bottles, though you can still feel Miranda holding on tightly to your “flag.”

You spin