A Forfeit is a Forfeit

The skinny dipping forfeit looms over our heads for the rest of the day, which we spend lounging around on the beach to recover from the volleyball match. Thankfully, neither Amy nor Dani seem too put out by it - Amy actually makes a few jokes about it, and Dani seems about as quiet as usual - but I can't help feeling resentful towards Jack for making us lose. He picks up on my mood pretty quickly, and avoids me until the evening, when we all buy tacos from a food truck by the beach.

"Hey," he says, sitting down next to me with a box of food and a wary expression on his face. "Are you okay?"

I glare at him. "I'm fine," I snap through a mouthful of tacos, which somewhat ruins the effect.

"Yeah, that's convincing," Jack says dryly. "Look, sorry if I overstepped. I thought this whole thing turned you on?"

I glance around to make sure the others are out of earshot. Elijah and Freddie seem to be reliving some of the match, judging by their wild arm movements, while Dani and Amy are giggling and watching something on Amy's phone. I relent a little. "It does, just ... I wanted to win, you know? I liked volleyball in high school, I was good at it, and ..."

"And I ruined it?" he finishes softly. His brown eyes fix me in their gaze.

"Yeah, basically." I nod. "I don't want you to do something like that again. Please."

"Okay." Jack nods. The speed with which he agrees catches me off guard - I thought I would have had to convince him more. "Sorry."

"It's ... it's okay." I bite my lip, thinking. Part of me craves that moment of complete bliss when he snaps his fingers - God, even the thought of that sound sends thrills through my body - but another part of me is terrified at the thought of not being in control. Except that isn't right. _All _of me is terrified by not being in control - just on some level, I also find that crazy hot.

Jack's eyes linger on my lips, oblivious to the warring thoughts in my head. He leans forward imperceptibly, on the verge of trying to kiss me, but he catches himself at the last second and glances back over at the others. Elijah and Freddie both look away from us as Elijah mutters something to him and Freddie's eyebrows shoot upwards in surprise. He gives Jack two big thumbs-up, and Jack laughs awkwardly before turning back to me. "I think he just told him," he mumbles.

"I think you're probably right," I grin, squeezing his hand. It's kinda cute how uncomfortable it makes him. Putting my hand on his cheek, I turn his face to mine and plant my lips on his. "There. Now they can really talk about something."

Jack flushes red with embarrassment and looks fearfully back at the others, who by now are all watching. Freddie wolf-whistles, and Jack groans and puts his face in his hands as I grin.

The moon reflects off the ocean as the waves wash up the beach, skimming our toes. The tiny beach, nestled in a small cove a mile or two from our cabin, is completely deserted apart from us and a couple empty beer bottles from the group of seniors who just wandered off. One of them even came over to our group and, seeing three girls in bikinis, invited us to go clubbing with him. Thankfully, Elijah told him he could get lost, although he actually made it polite.

"Sooo," Freddie says, grinning and gesturing at the now-empty beach. "You gonna get this over with, or what?"

"Hey, let us finish our beers, perv," I retort, and I **** myself to take a casual sip despite the nervousness building in my chest. "Surely you can keep it in your pants for another five minutes?"

Freddie holds up his hands in surrender and laughs. "Hey, I just figured you guys would want to get it out of the way, so that we can enjoy the rest of our night."

"Oh, sure, you're definitely not thinking with your dick," Amy smirks. "Guys never do that." I catch Dani giving Elijah a sly look at that, before they both snigger into their hands. Sounds like there's a story or an in-joke there, I muse.

Taking the smallest sips I can, I finish my beer. Eventually, Amy and Dani do the same, and we exchange nervous glances. Dani twirls her hair around a finger nervously, and I study the sand between my toes intently, looking for any excuse to get out of the forfeit. Inevitably, it's Amy who breaks the deadlock.

"Ah, fuck it," she says, standing up and losing her bikini top in one quick motion. Her voluptuous DD boobs spill out, pale in the moonlight compared to the tan on the rest of her body. God, what I wouldn't give to have a rack like that.

"Sheesh, a little warning next time!" Elijah covers his eyes to avoid looking at his half-naked sister. Freddie and Jack have no such qualms, however, and they openly ogle her chest.

"Oh my god, bro," Amy rolls her eyes. "We used to have baths together when we were kids. Get over it. And what are you two chickens doing?" she glares at me and Dani. "I don't want to be the only one with my tits out!"

I exchange a look of resignation with Dani, and in unison, I untie my top as Dani unzips the back of her one-piece and pulls it down to her waist. The latina, too, has gorgeous boobs, probably more like a C-cup but beautifully round, and I can't help feeling a little self-conscious with my own relatively petite B-cups. Still, the boys don't seem to mind - Jack drinks in my body despite having seen it multiple times by now, and Freddie seems mesmerized by my perky nipples, torn between the three sets of breasts on display. Even Elijah, who should have eyes only for Dani, sneaks a couple of glances at my chest.

The attention makes goosebumps rise on my arms and my breathing become ragged. Suddenly overwhelmed, I yank my bikini bottoms down my legs and leave them in the sand, then sprint into the waves, shrieking and grinning like a madwoman. I splash in until I'm waist deep and then dive forwards, hiding my nudity in the ocean.

"Whoo! Fuck me, that's cold!" I gasp as I swim a little deeper, working my muscles to pump some warmth into my arms and legs.

I swim to where I can just about stand, then turn around and see Dani and Amy racing down the beach, both whooping and naked. They quickly join me, although with Amy being shorter she stands a couple feet closer to shore.

Dani grins breathlessly. "Now that it's just us girls, did anyone else find that kinda hot?"

"Yeah," I giggle, surprised that Dani would admit something like that. "Still would have preferred to win, but this works for me."

Amy rolls her eyes, laughing. "Both of you? Really? You give feminists everywhere a bad name."

"Screw you," Dani laughs and splashes Amy. I follow suit, and it quickly devolves into a three-way splash fight which ends with all of us wiping the saltwater out of our eyes and giggling. "Okay, that was a terrible idea," Dani says, chuckling as she tries to wring out her dark hair. "Oh, another thing I had for girl talk -"

"Why are you making this sound like a corporate meeting?" I ask, grinning. That earns me another splash, and I splutter. "Hey!"

She smirks and continues. "What in the name of sweet baby Jesus did Jack do to you last night to make you sound like that? Is his dick, like, twenty inches long or something?"

I blush, blindsided by the question that came out of nowhere. Dani and Amy both watch me attentively. "Sorry for being so loud, I'm not normally like that," I mumble.

"Yeah, that's why we're asking, dummy," Amy says. "Come on, how big is he?"

"I don't know," I say. Amy crosses her arms in disbelief. "I swear! He didn't even let me take off his jeans."

"So why did you sound like a banshee?" Dani asks.

"He ..." I hesitate. I can't tell them about the hypnosis - they would never believe me. "He's really good with his hands," I say lamely. "And his mouth."

"No one is that good with their hands," Amy says. "Well, no non-lesbian. And especially not a guy who I was pretty sure was a virgin, or at the most has had sex like twice."

I shrug, unable to think of anything else to cover up the lie. "He was."

They both remain unconvinced. Not surprising, really - I mean, would you believe me if I told you I came at least six times in an hour without mentioning the hypnosis? Probably not, especially if there was no vibrator involved.

Dani glances over her shoulder at the beach, where the boys are still drinking their beers and chatting. From this distance in the darkness, it's impossible to tell if they're watching us, but given that we're three naked girls and they're college guys, it's also safe to assume they are. "How do we get our stuff back?" she asks.

"Ask the guys to bring it?" Amy suggests.

"I don't think they'd do that without an incentive," I giggle. "Otherwise they're giving up another opportunity to see us naked and getting nothing in return."

"Good point," Dani says. "Alright, I've got this. Babe!" she calls. Her voice echoes across the waves. "Can you bring us our swimsuits?"

There's a moment of hesitation, and we can see the boys lean in and discuss the proposition in low voices. Then the reply echoes back. "Get them yourself!" A few drunken laughs follow the shout over the water.

"Told you," I say.

Dani smiles at me and raises her eyebrows, then turns back and cups her hands around her mouth. "If you don't bring them in the next minute, I'm not giving you a blowjob tonight!"

Elijah is up in a flash and racing down the beach, swimsuits in hand. Laughter echoes from Freddie behind him, along with a cry of "Simp!" from Jack.

I giggle at Dani, impressed. "That works. Although I really don't know whether that's a girlboss move or a slutty move."

Dani flicks her hair, smirking. "Why not both?"