Zoey Plays a Game, and Saves the Day

"Why don't I play? That makes both teams even. I could play at least one round, before I have to move along to my post." Zoey offered, raising an eyebrow.

Both teams seemed to be pleased by the proposition, with each of the women on either side offering a sigh of relief. “Alright then. You know what? That sounds pretty interesting. Let’s play.” The man on Zoey’s right said, before tossing Zoey the volleyball.

With that, a fierce game of volleyball came underway. The score seemed to turn back and forth with each serve, Zoey herself finding it hard to keep up with the others who seemed to outclass her own skills. Eventually, Zoey was able to make one last dive for the ball, and save her team from an impending loss by setting her teammate up for a spike across the net, which went unreturned. Zoey briefly smiled and cheered with her teammates, before something suddenly felt off. “Something’s not right...” Zoey said aloud, looking out to the ocean.

Out along the jetty on Zoey’s right, a hand briefly pierced the water, then sank back below the depths, confirming Zoey’s instinctive reaction. Someone was drowning along the beach, and needed her help. Her reflexes kicked in, and the game, her state of dress, and any excess thoughts left her head as she took off in a full speed sprint down the beach. The players at the court seemed perplexed by Zoey’s sudden burst of speed towards the jetty, and watched on as her golden hair flowed in the wind behind her.

Upon reaching the jetty, Zoey’s movement briefly faltered as she tried her best to hastily navigate down the rocky structure, towards the point she had last seen the hand. With no hesitation, Zoey reached the halfway point, and jumped headfirst off the jetty and into the depths below. Upon opening her eyes, Zoey found a young man wearing snorkeling gear, entrapped within a net of fishing wire. Zoey quickly moved to remove the man from the trap, and as soon as she felt no further resistance, Zoey tugged the man from his cage and up towards the surface. The pair broke the water next to the jetty, and the man immediately ripped his snorkel off, and coughed loudly as he began to take enormous breaths in.

“Oh my fucking god. Last time I ever snorkel off the jetty again.” The young man loudly proclaimed.

Zoey laughed, coughing a bit as her own breath returned. “Yeah. Things tend to get tangled up in the rocks. Something about the current. Try the inland tip of the island. There’s a reef near there.” Zoey offered, closing in towards the rocks to join the snorkeler. The volleyball players had noticed the commotion, and ran along the jetty towards the pair.

Suddenly, just as Zoey placed her hand on a rock to climb out, the large rock slipped from its position, and down into Zoey, slamming against her chest. The rock continued downward, snagging on fishing line and tumbling farther and farther, until it eventually rolled to a stop at the floor of the ocean. Unfortunately, the fishing line had managed to wrap itself in Zoey’s underwear, and tugged Zoey back down below the surface.

Zoey suddenly went from having saved someone, to needing saving herself, and panic began to rise. Then, Zoey recalled the head lifeguard’s words to Zoey, on how to handle oneself when underwater with no ability to breath. Calmness was key, and logical thought had to be maintained above all else. Zoey opened her eyes, and found relief when she noticed the line was only wrapped in a loop that went through the hip waistband of her panties, and around the back strap of her sports bra. She quickly tried to cut the line by tearing it with her hands, but found no give in the line. Then Zoey eyes the knot that had formed between the two ends, and determined that trying to untie a knot with little air left in her system was a terrible idea. The only option left, though greatly embarrassing and consequential, was to take off her ‘Bikini’, and surface.

With her life on the line, Zoey quickly pulled her bikini overhead, and let the garment flow freely towards the knot. Then Zoey began to kick towards the surface, and felt the line pulling back against her, towing the panties down her legs. With great reluctance, Zoey continued to swim, abandoning her panties to the nest of fishing line below.

After surfacing, Zoey took in a deep breath of fresh air, her lungs going from a great and mind-numbing ache to a gentle soothe. The worried eyes of both the volleyball players and the snorkeler quickly fell on her, and widened as her topless form breached the waves like a mermaid of legend. There was a brief silence, before Zoey found herself being bombarded with questions.

“Are you all right?”

“Oh my god we thought a shark got you.”

“Oh thank god she’s ok...”

“You good now?”

Zoey raised a hand from the water, trying to calm the worries of those on the jetty.

“Everyone I’m all right. The fishing line got stuck on that rock, and apparently snagged onto me and dragged me down with it.”

“Looks like it took more than you with it. You’re bra’s gone.” A mildly amused man commented, shaking a hand through his brown hair.

Zoey looked down, realizing that in giving up her underwear to the fishing line nest below, she’d unintentionally left herself stranded naked on the beach. A bright red blush rose to her cheeks, and her hands quickly found themselves shielding her breasts in a cross-armed formation. “Err... Yeah... the line somehow made a loop through my... bikini, and the only way I could get out was to ditch it.”

A red headed girl with short hair and a blue floral print bikini raised an eyebrow. “Oh, so you done lost your whole kit down there? Real bad luck you got.”

Another girlwearing a one piece outstretched her hand towards Zoey. “Well, you better get out of the water before the fishing line grabs another victim. You’d rather be naked and alive, than dead.”

Zoey turned away in embarrassment. The situation continued to seem more and more dire, as she came to terms with what she was dealing with without any clothes. She would of course have to find a way back to the lifeguard station near town, but to do so naked was extremely embarrassing. She could ride the ATV back, but that meant using both hands to steer the vehicle, and sitting on the ATV would leave her front exposed, her legs spread, and her backside on display for any of the walkers bound to set off on the beach for sunset. Her other option, was to try and borrow something to wear as cover. But seeing as the volleyball players were all clad in just swimsuits and lacked and belongings other than the volleyball, Zoey could easily tell that she would only have potential if she navigated back to the main beach. The only option which kept her out of the public eye for the most part, was to navigate home. It was a short run, and her house was on the quietest side of the island, far away from the resorts and busy neighborhoods. But, that meant facing her family dressed as she was, which proposed a whole new slew of potential issues.