Prepare yourself for the Blue Room with company.

The preparation room isn't large, maybe a dozen feet long and wide, and obviously as windowless as the corridor the both of you have just passed through. Opposite of you is another door however, making you instantly think that the Blue Room must be laying there, almost in arm's reach now. Gosh, your excitement is mixing with a feeling that you know from exams at school, the kind you hadn't really prepared for.

You are pushing the thought as quickly and as far away as you can, as soon as it has crossed your mind, and instead beam your widest smile onto the other girl. "You never told me your name!"
And before she is having a chance to respond, you are already beginning to drag her along, down to a comfy sofa at the room's right hand wall, which in turn is forcing a little nervous laughter out of the other girl as the both of you are coming to fall simultaneously down onto the soft cushioning.

"Woah, you are full of energy! Hopefully that is going to help you out there. I-... I am Tamara."

"Well, you know my name already!" is your prompt retort while bumping yourself playfully into her side, which is producing another little giggle on Tamara's end. But now it is really becoming high time to get ready, and so you are letting your gaze trail over the rest of the preparation room.

On the now opposite wall is a ginormous mirror in which the both of you can see yourself. And you have to say, cuddled into one another like this on a comfy sofa, the both of you are making quite a cute picture.
"Soooooo, what now?"

Tamara is wiggling herself back into a somewhat upright sitting position, and raises her free arm to point towards a box near the door you've entered through.
"What's being expected of you to be worn will be in there. Let me get it ..."

When she's attempting to heave herself off of the sofa and back onto her feet, you are giving her one quick teasing pull to bring her back into your embrace, and flying on the high of your great mood, you cannot help yourself but plant a quick kiss onto her neck, before letting go at last, leaving Tamara with a strawberry red head to rush towards the box.

"Uhm ... yes ... I was expecting this."
Tamara's stammering when opening the box is making you nervous for a moment, but when she's presenting you with your match attire, you cannot help yourself but to break into a hearty laughter, one the other girl is joining in soon thereafter. The attire is a simple violet string bikini.

"Oh well, that'll do!" You jump off of the sofa as well and march into the room's centre. Your body is something you've always been proud about, and sooner or later a lot of people are bound to see you entirely in the nude anyway, that much you have been aware since before coming here. The first one may as well be your new cute crush.

Standing in front of the mirror, you are slowly beginning to peel yourself out of your shirt and jeans, while darting some quick grinning glances aside onto Tamara. You've always liked to keep fit, and standing in front of a mirror in nothing but your underwear is an allure you've given into self-pleasure more than once before. And judging by Tamara's face, she is liking what she is seeing as well.

"Here goes all or nothing then!" you are announcing as you are turning away from the mirror to face the other girl directly, and a moment later your bra and panties are falling as well, as you are trying to strike a sexy pose. "Do you think I am ready for anything that can come my way?"

Tamara is no longer looking into your eyes, what does not mean her own eyes aren't wandering. Quite the opposite, seemingly she cannot help herself but stare. Which is making her sudden move all the more surprising, when her right hand is quickly lunging forward, and laying itself onto your left breast.
"They are beautiful ..." she is whispering with what does sound like a hint of envy.

The sudden touch onto your soft flesh has felt like an electric jolt in the moment when it happened, yet with Tamara pulling her hand back just as quickly, you are finding yourself half tempted to prompt her touching you again. The thought is half underway to become reality, when you are recalling that the contest might begin any moment, and you really ought to get ready, better now than later!

"Well thank you again, Tamara. Now, let's see if that bikini is my size, hm?"

The bikini is in fact, not. With everything so well prepared here, you cannot get around thinking that this might not be an oversight of the organisers after all. It is not uncomfortably small, but the strings are absolutely digging into your hips, and an impression of the folds of your sex can be seen through the thin fabric.
With the top you have to fiddle a little longer, and Tamara is instantly jumping in to help you getting everything settled, which is resulting in your breasts being pushed at least an inch higher than they'd been otherwise.

"Can't say you aren't looking sexy-..." Tamara is beginning to note, when her eyes are going wide all the sudden, and one hand is pointing behind you. Upon turning around, you can see a red light that hasn't been turned on before, glowing above the door to your contest.
"Go in, quickly now. And good luck!"

Your heart is racing, but before you are rushing towards the door, both of your hands are shooting up to take hold of the other girl's head on either side, and in that same moment you are leaning in to press your lips onto hers, a brief fiery kiss of good luck, that is catching Tamara by surprise only for the length of a single heartbeat, and then you can feel her tongue wrestling against your owns curious exploration.

"See you on the other side!" you are calling out to her as you are breaking free, and then quickly rush towards the door, towards your first match ...