"Screw them, you should do it"

"Screw them," you say. "You should do it. This is your last year, here. And life is too short."

"I mean, I want to," she says, as if it's some abstract idea, basically impossible.

"Then why don't you? I mean, really, is this your job? Are you going to get fired for wearing a swimsuit? Where does it say in the RA handbook that your body has to be fully covered at all times?"

"Nowhere," she considers. "I guess it's just...the vibe of it?"

"Then you'll get a disapproving look for the other RAs," you say. "And then you'll graduate in June and it won't matter."

Her pondering expression twists into a smirk. "You're arguing suspiciously hard for this."

"Well, maybe I want you to be able to do what you want to."

"Especially when it means seeing me in a bikini."

"Well, yes, but, follow my logic, not my motives."

Slowly, she closes the book. Considers for a second.

Then she stands up, stretches, and lets the towel fall. You are immediately so glad you convinced her to do so.

She was not joking when she implied that the bikini was risque. While she does not have a very prominent ass, her cheeks are largely uncovered by a bottom that is not-quite a thong, black on one side and blue on the other. Her top is the star of the show, though. One black triangle, and one blue one, serve only to cover her nipples. You see the entire curvature of her breasts, including the bottom.

She walks over to the pool and jumps in. You're worried/excited that she'll spill out of her top the entire time, but while her breasts bounce, they are held. She is in the water for a second before she gets up, looking at you.

"Come on in," she says. "You can't tell me to do what you won't."

You jump in after her. It's annoyingly public, with a few other people in the pool, but you find yourself able to mess around and splash her without the collateral damage of hitting anyone else. Halfway through, she starts to laugh, harder than you've seen her. And you realize that the endorphins are finally kicking in. She is having fun. Megan is twenty one. That's still too young to have to be an authority figure for a group of people only one or two years younger, and you're happy she is giving herself the opportunity to let loose.

Finally, you look up and notice that the sun has visibly moved across the sky. That it is notably later in the afternoon. Were you in the pool with her for over an hour? You couldn't even tell.

"That's enough, I think," she says, approaching the poolside ladder and climbing up.

You follow her up it and approach your own towel, starting to dry yourself.

"Hey, Ryan?" she says, as you are busy drying your own head.

"Uh, yeah?" You remove the towel from your head and are immediately greeted with the sight of a dark brown nipple.

She has pulled her bikini top just slightly to the side. And 'just slightly' is all that's necessary. She sticks her tongue out as her finger releases the top, and it snaps back into place, hiding the nipple from view.

"Wait, what?" You glance around to see if anyone else saw.

"If anyone else saw," she says, as if reading your mind. "Then I'll be out of here in a year, anyway, right?"

"Right," you say, looking at the spot where a nipple was visible earlier.

"And there was someone who was supposed to see it, and I'll assume they liked it?"

"Fair assumption," you smile.

She returns a full-hearted grin, and walks back to her lounge, grabs her book, and wraps her towel back around herself. "I hope you have a great rest of your day, Ryan. And thank you. I really appreciate it."

As she walks off, you are still trying to square the concern for being seen in a bikini transitioning into a willingness to outright flash you. She's gone before you can make any sense of it. But what's clear is that it doesn't get anymore flirtatious than that. Now that you know that there's no question of her interest, how will you proceed?