They both lose and end up naked

“You are playing with Evie. As I tried to tell you, Clara and I are already a team. We are looking for opponents.”

Amanda and Evie exchanged confused glances. “Err, can we mix it up? You see, we made a bet...”

“Yup, and you are playing together. If you lose, you both lose your bikini tops. Maybe this will teach you to get along. Ready to play? Or are you going to chicken out?”

The two rivals gritted their teeth and took positions on the opposite side of the net. The game started, and it ended in record time. It was a massacre. Turns out, it is hard to make a play when your hands spend most of their time glued to your crotch. It is even harder to score when you spend the rest of that time bickering with your teammate.

“20-0, you girls are pathetic. We might as well play against scarecrows.”

“Go on, I believe you owe me something. I’ll put them in the locker for safekeeping.” Begrudgingly, the two rivals took away their tops and handed them over to Victoria, who returned just in time to spectate the match. Evie’s brown nipples and Amanda’s rosy nipples were both standing ready to cut diamonds.

The two naked girls scooted next to each other. Instead of trying to hug each other to warm up or get some cover, they opted to shiver together in silence. Neither could go anywhere for the time being. Their money, clothes, and ticket home were in the locker, so they were stuck there until the rest of the dorm wanted to return.

The water was too cold to try and hide there anymore. The beach had scant hiding places unless they wanted to venture into the sharp rocks near its end. But what about the sand? Amanda had a good idea earlier.

“H-hey girls, how would you like to bury me up to my neck? That’s a fun activity,” Evie said, approaching one of her neighbors.

“Nah, that’s boring. Now burying me on the other hand, that's exciting and-Ack!” Amanda tried to convince the girls to help her, but Evie silenced her by pushing her hand against her face.

“Yeah, about as exciting as the-Arg,” Amanda retaliated with her own hand.

“For crying out loud,” Victoria had returned. The tops were gone, replaced with a bag of fries that she tried to keep away from a very determined seagull. “If you want to bet yourselves into bankruptcy, that’s fine, but don’t drag us into your weird fight.”

“B-but-”

“You know what? I know how to ensure that most of us have a good time. How about one last bet?”