Intimidated

I stopped us.

“Right here,” I said, my voice still carrying that fake breezy confidence from the bluff. “Let’s just… stay like this for a second. We look good. We should get a photo or something before we go running off.”

The others paused. Mia’s hand stayed on her hip. Sophia turned toward me. Ava let her arms fall to her sides. We ended up clustered exactly like the picture we could have taken — four girls standing close in the clear shallow water, sun on our skin, ocean behind us. The same way we’d been posing a few minutes earlier.

Only now I had nothing on below the waist.

The water lapped gently against my bare pussy, cool and constant, kissing my exposed lips and the soft skin between my thighs with every tiny shift of my weight. My bikini bottoms were gone, drifting somewhere under the surface. My wide hips and soft little tummy felt completely open. My small A-cup breasts still sat high and perky on my chest, nipples tight and obvious, but it was the total lack of anything covering my most intimate places that made my heart hammer.

I kept smiling. Kept the pose. One hand resting near my thigh under the water like it was nothing. Inside, I was screaming.

Call me out. Notice. Say something.

I had pulled my bottoms off right in front of them. I had stood here fully naked from the waist down while they still had fabric on. I had hoped someone would see the difference in how I moved, or how the water hit me differently, or just look. I wanted the teasing. The “Wait, Beth, are you—?” The eyes dropping lower. The moment my bluff got exposed.

But no one said a word.

Mia laughed at something and shifted her weight, her heavy D-cups swaying. Sophia smiled at the “photo” idea and brushed a wet strand of hair off her shoulder, her perky C-cups lifting with the motion. Ava crossed her arms under her bust again, pushing them up into that deep, soft cleavage. They all looked relaxed. Confident. Like nothing had changed.

Like they hadn’t noticed I was the only one completely bare.

A hot flush of disappointment mixed with something darker ran through me. My clit gave a helpless little pulse against the cool water. Why didn’t they call me out? I had basically dared them to. Part of me had been counting on it — the humiliation, the attention, the way it would **** everything into the open.

Instead they just… kept up.

I didn’t realise it at first.

Sophia was the first to move differently. Her hand dipped lower under the water, casual, like she was just adjusting her stance. But I caught the subtle shift of her hips, the way her bikini bottoms suddenly loosened and then… slid. She didn’t announce it. She didn’t even look at me. She just stepped out of them the same way I had, letting the fabric drift away. Now her bare pussy was under the water too, only inches from where the last wave had pressed us closer.

Mia noticed. I saw her eyes flick down for half a second — not at me, but at Sophia — and something competitive flashed across her face. She laughed again, louder this time, and her own hands went to her hips. A moment later her larger, heavier body shifted and her bottoms were gone too, the motion making her full breasts bounce heavily as she stepped free of them.

Ava was last. She uncrossed her arms, glanced at the three of us, and without a word hooked her thumbs and pushed her own bottoms down. When she straightened up, her full C-cups settled back into place and she gave a little satisfied smirk, like she’d just passed some unspoken test.

None of them looked at me directly. None of them said “Hey, Beth, you already did that” or “Wait, you’re bottomless too” or anything that would have called my bluff.

They just… matched it.

The four of us stood there now, all completely naked from the waist down, clustered close in the same easy pose from the photo. Water lapped at four bare pussies. Four sets of hips. Four soft bellies and four pairs of breasts — mine still the smallest by far, still the ones that made me feel inadequate even while the others had just stripped further to keep up with me.

I felt the water swirl between my legs as Sophia shifted closer to fix the “photo” angle. Her bare hip brushed mine. Warm skin. No fabric between us.

My heart was racing. My nipples ached. My bare pussy felt swollen and sensitive in the cool water, and I still didn’t understand why they had done it.

They hadn’t called me out.

They had joined me instead.

And none of them looked quite as effortlessly confident as they had two minutes ago.