Rip the bandaid off and run for it

“As little time as possible standing around obviously in my underwear sounds good to me.”

“So you’re really with me on this, then?” Amy says, looking you in the eyes.

“...Christ, I guess I am,” you say shaking your head. Amy’s grin returns as she steps back, pumping her fist.

“Yessss! Alright buddy, clothes off!” And with that, Amy wastes no time stripping down herself. She whips off her loose t-shirt, revealing a plump stomach and a pair of tits to match, straining a plain black bra. Her jeans follow close behind, kicked off soon after her shoes. Amy’s a short girl, but short as they are her legs have plenty of meat on them, and the lavender panties she has on aren’t quite a thong, but ride up enough to expose most of both meaty cheeks, something you don’t fail to notice as she turns to start stuffing her clothes into the backpack.

You’re a lot slower to follow suit. You admired and envied Amy’s confidence despite how often you told her to slow things down; she rocked a body a lot of people might give her shit over. And here you were, tossing off your own t-shirt to reveal some noodly arms and a less-than-toned torso, still slim only by virtue of your metabolism. You slowly start kicking off your shoes and socks, when you notice Amy sitting on the edge of the bed, kicking her legs and looking your way.

“Well? Finish it up, bud!” You sigh and shake your head to Amy’s chuckling, and undo your jeans, letting them slump to the floor and revealing a pair of dark gray boxer briefs. You don’t normally pay any mind to how little they leave to the imagination, covered as they normally are, but now you’ve got your hands over your crotch, lest Amy see your bulge and get an idea of how this situation was starting to... affect you. Amy, for her part, hasn’t stopped smiling while she looks you up and down, and hops off the bed to gather up im your discarded garments.

“H-Hey!”

“Relax, I’m just tucking these away for now,” she says, putting them in her backpack alongside her own clothes, before sliding them under the bed with the two pairs of discarded shoes. “So, ready to run that cute butt down to the water?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be, I guess...” you say, shuffling in place. With every second you know you’re running out of time to turn back, last chance, put those clothes back on and deal with Amy being grumpy about it later! But no. Maybe it’s the idea of doing something daring, maybe it’s the ‘cute butt’ comment from Amy, or the plump one you can’t help but stare at as Amy steps ahead of you to peek out the door. You swallow, heart beating fast, knowing that yes, you’re about to do this.

“Seems like a clear path, just need to wait for someone to open the door, and I think I see someone coming now,” Amy says, “Wait for it.... wait for it....”

....Oh god this is such a bad idea get your pants back on right now what the hell are you doing—

“Now!”

At Amy’s signal, the two of you book it out of the room and through the thankfully empty corridor. You’re a blur to the people in the living room, who barely have time to turn their heads before you’re out the sliding glass door, the girl who opened it having left it open as she quickly ducked into the fridge for something to drink, and you thanked your fortune for that as you followed your friend down the dock, jumping into the water just as the other swimmers and the people on the dock start to look at what the hell was happening. It’s a shock of cool water, and then you’re back up gasping for air, wiping your eyes to be met with a group of people giving you some weird looks. A second later, Amy surfaces in front of you, readjusting her bra straps.

“What’s up, guys?” Amazed at how casual she’s being, you **** a smile, hoping that this crazy stunt worked.