Lauren is angry, humilated and...

Lauren was utterly beside herself. She was crushed in fact. She'd come over here to show Britney up. Instead she'd gotten the worst wedgie of her life from her foe! Not only that, everyone, Brad included, had seen her... lady parts! Someone had even called her... Roast Beef Curtains! She nearly choked, overwhelmed with impotent rage and humiliation. Meanwhile, everyone was laughing, filming her helpless humiliation or whispering like the gossipy hens they were.

Lauren huffed angrily, crossing her arms over her chest. She walked away in abject rage. This, of course, unwittingly gave a view of Lauren's full and pale backside, still barely at all contained by her bikini. She heard the wolf whistles and fled angrily.

Lauren grabbed a beer and fell into a chair in a huff. There, now she should be hidden. She didn't normally drink this swill, but she wanted a release from her feelings. She chugged the beer angrily.

For a short while, due to her spoilsport nature, Lauren was somewhat forgotten. This allowed her to relax and zone out for a bit. She found her mind drifting, from rage to something else. That wedgie had strangely felt.... good! Her suit had been pressed right over her clit, which still felt engorged and hard. She rubbed her legs together, looking over at Brad. He was playing volleyball with the boys. God he was so fine! Her eyes wandered over his firm muscles, tan form and handsome face. She began to imagine him laying her down, hungrily undressing her. She bit her lip, feeling warmth spread through her body.

A shadow passed overhead. Britney, and two of the girls. They had been walking, but were now staring down at Lauren.

"Woah Lauren!" Britney exclaimed.

"What?!" Lauren snapped angrily.

"You look pretty excited!" One of the other girl's giggled, pointing downwards...