Night Swim

Dinner was... fine. Chris and Lisa put together Spaghetti and Meatballs with some premade meatballs and sauce. It was quick and easy and we learned not to complain after they'd tried and failed at making so many dishes from scratch. It also meant less dishes and cleanup so we were able to move onto our after dinner activities quicker than usual.

Robert, Ariel, Lauren and Chris won at mini golf and we never finished our beach football game so they got to pick what we did. They couldn't come to a unanimous decision so we decided to split things up - first a night swim per Lauren and Chris, then another bonfire per Robert and Ariel. We packed a cooler, connected Chris' phone to the outdoor speakers and hopped in the pool. We splashed around, singing along to various hits from our college days then Robert climbed out and started setting up a table with solo cups.

"Who's ready to try the champ?" he shouted.

"Ugh," Ariel groaned. She hated playing beer pong and Robert was very good, which meant that, when they were partners, they spent a lot more time at the beer pong table than she would like. "I'm out."

"Come on, you can't leave me hanging!" Robert pleaded.

"Play on your own," Ariel said, stubbornly.

"Please?" Robert asked, pouting his lips. Ariel didn't budge.

"I'll play," Chelsea said, jumping up out of the pool.

"OK, who wants to challenge us?" Robert asked the crowd.

"No, I mean I'll play you," Chelsea clarified. "One-on-one."

"OK!" Robert said enthusiastically. He made his first shot then missed his second. "But if I shut you out, you have to take a naked dip in the ocean."

"Deal," Chelsea said before sinking her first shot. Unfortunately, it was the only shot she made and Robert quickly dispensed of her.

"Who's next?" Robert asked.

"I think I need to defend my lady's honor," I answered. Robert and I went back and forth until we both had one cup left. Robert missed his first shot then got very serious.

"OK," he said, lining up his shot. "No more fucking around." He pulled back then let the ball fly.

Plunk

"BOOM!" he shouted. Unfortunately for him, his celebration didn't last long as I sank both of my shots to end the game. A loud round of applause went off from the pool as my second ball clanked against the first one, bobbing in the few inches of cheep beer then settling on top.

"Alright, who's next?" I asked, mocking Robert.

Chris accepted the challenge and, while he made a solid effort, I was able to defeat him with three of my cups remaining.

"I need to defend my man's honor," Lisa said, stepping up to the plate. She chose an unfortunate time as I was warmed up by then and sank five of my first 8 shots. The rest of the group watched on as Lisa lined up her next attempt. The first one missed wildly, barely even touching the table. The second one rimmed out, bringing agonizing screams from the girls, who were cheering for Lisa, and excited yelps from the guys, who wanted me to shut Lisa out. Everyone held their breath as I lined up my first shot, pulled back, then let it fly.

From the moment it left my hand, I felt bad. I knew it was going in. It felt clean and it landed clean, dropping right into the drink without touching plastic. The guys exploded.

"NAKED DIP!" Robert shouted. He began pumping his fist in the air. "NAKED DIP! NAKED DIP! NAKED DIP!" Liam joined and even Lauren got caught up in the moment. Lisa looked less than pleased. She didn't budge.

"Come on," Robert said. "House rules." Lisa shot him a glare.

"Technically those were Champ's rules," I corrected. "And you're not the champ anymore so..." Robert looked at me like a puppy pleading for a treat. He knew I was going to disappoint him. "My rule as Champion is that you just have to take a dip in the Ocean."

Lisa smiled, pleased with my decision. Robert fell to his knees, placing his hands over his face like he'd just lost the Super Bowl on a last second play.

"Fuck that," he said, defeated. "I'm not even going down to the beach. I don't need to see that."

Everyone else decided to stay behind so Lisa and I walked together up then back down the dune beach steps.

"You don't even have to go in the water if you don't want," I said, stopping near the bottom of the stairs. "I honestly don't really give a shit."

Lisa smiled again then turned toward the water. She took a few steps forward then stopped. I could see her thinking as she hesitated for a moment, then pulled her top loose and tossed it behind her. The small black bikini top landed right at my feet. I looked back to see Lisa take off toward the water, the round of her breasts bouncing visibly free from behind. She stumbled over some waves that broke at her knees then dove into the water. When she came back up, she turned toward the shore, just her head poking out of the water and yelled, "is that good enough?" I smiled and pumped my fists in the air twice to signal that I was satisfied with her effort while secretly hoping she would stand straight up and give me a full glimpse of that glorious rack. I didn't get my wish. Instead, Lisa carefully made her way back through the waves with her arms crossed over her chest.

She walked back up the beach where I was waiting, bikini top in hand. I extended the top to her but she didn't take it. Instead she turned around, her back to me again.

"You can do the honors," she said. I gulped and stepped forward. Lisa uncrossed one arm to pull her hair out of the way as I draped the triangles in front of her as best I could. I focused to keep my hands from shaking as Lisa let go of her breasts for a brief moment to grab the small, fabric triangles and pull them over her nipples. I didn't get a great view from behind. I suppose I could have stepped or leaned to the side but I didn't want to make it any more awkward for her than it probably already was, so I instead focused on the task at hand and tied two nice knots, one behind her back and the other behind her neck. I then stepped away so that she could turn back around.

"Thanks," she said, giving me another warm smile. "For being cool about it."

I brushed it off but Lisa surprised me with a hug, squeezing me tight and mashing those big tits to my bare chest. Then she grabbed my arm and we walked back up the steps.

"I'll tell them all I did it nude," she said with a smirk. I laughed and shook my head thinking she was being sarcastic. She wasn't. Robert was pissed.