To the beach!

Lisa smiled. "We're going to assume you don't have a weighted bikini, so let's go to the beach and all cut loose."

John smiled warmly. “Thanks guys. That means a lot to me.”

“Blah, blah, blah! Warm fuzzies everywhere. I’d like to get some quality beach time in before we all have to our independent study for Mr. Pendleton so let’s goooo.” Marie’s voice held an almost childish whine as she grabbed one of several bags stored in a corner.

Laura rummaged in a bag and pulled out a white bikini that barely qualified as such and a white sundress so translucent she may as well have not been wearing anything at all. Throwing a flirtatious smile at her friends she casually stripped down to nothing giving her body playful shakes and coy glances. The appreciative stares and small moans that filled the leisure chamber let her know that her efforts were well appreciated.

Lisa tore her eyes away from the lithe brunette and flipped her sketch book open and pulled out a pencil and set to work, quickly sketching a one piece swimsuit of crossing strips of golden metallic fabric. It was flashy enough to catch attention but not so revealing as to intentionally offend someone. A few more strokes rendered a flowing length of silver fabric. A pair of strappy golden sandals were added to finish the look. Nodding in satisfaction, Lisa tore the page free of the book where it glowed brilliantly a moment before the items she drew appeared in her hands. She wasted no time in stripping off her school clothes and throwing them in a duffel before donning the bikini, wrapping the cloth around herself like a sarong, and tugging on the sandals.

John dove into her own belongs tossing her shirt aside and casually unhooking her bra with one hand as she pulled a stunning red one piece from her things. She tossed it up with a flair as she shimmied out of her jeans and panties before catching it and sliding her legs in. A few quick tugs secured the suit in place before she squeezed into denim cutoffs and tugged her shirt back over her head.

Marie rolled her eyes at the preparations and expectant glances, and then threw off her clothes and grabbed a black swimsuit that was little more than string and strategically placed cloth patches. Like most nerds, Marie’s time spent in her studies had left her body pale, but the hard work she had put into building her gadgets had left her sleek and toned, and the contrast of her favored swimsuit made her just as popular on the sand as her more outgoing friends. She pulled on some sweatpants and an oversized shirt before glaring at her friends. “Can we go now that we’ve gotten our stripperific jollies off?” She mumbled.

John laughed and grabbed her keys leading the way to the parking lot. “Straight to the beach or do we need to stop somewhere?” She asked dropping the roof on her black convertible.