Like you have a choice

“Fine, I’ll wear it.”

Kayla jumps as she laughs and claps her hands together. Eventually she settles down and stands expectantly in front of you with her hands folded in front of her. You look at her for a second before you realize what she’s doing.

“You don’t get to watch me put it on!” you say, pointing at the door.

She sighs and pouts as she looks at the bulge at the front of your towel. “You’re no fun,” she says as she turns around and walks through the door. You look at the garment for a second before looking back at the door and seeing Kayla’s head still peeking through it. She giggles, then disappears when you catch her.

After ensuring that the bedroom door is locked, you put on the speedo. As you expected, you look absurd. It fits your body snugly everywhere, but it is especially snug in the bulge. You’d always known you were above average in size, but you couldn’t believe how much you were putting this speedo to the test. As you look at yourself in the mirror, you realize that if you get an erection, you were at risk of tearing your only article of clothing. Based on the way these sorority girls acted around you, you knew that was a serious risk. But you’d been able to fight off erections earlier that day. Right up until Bianca – NO! Do not think about Bianca.

You take a deep breath before opening the door to your bedroom, walking down the hallway, and turning into the kitchen. The four women are sitting at a table and, just like Kayla, they are dressed in their best nightclub dresses, and each of them looks more enticing than the last.

Jane steps away from the table to refill her drink and, as she breaks from the conversation, she’s the first to see you. Any chance of you making a subtle entrance disappears as the glass falls from her hand and crashes to the ground. Her gaze is locked on the bulge at the front of your outfit.

Erica is in the middle of taking a sip when she sees you, and she has to hold up her hand to stop from spitting her drink.

Leanna freezes in place, the straw of her drink still in her mouth as she takes in the sight of you.

Kayla, at the head of the table, is grinning from ear-to-ear. You look even better than she had imagined.

You manage to prevent your voice from cracking as you say, “Good evening, ladies.”

You’ve never heard the words “Oh my god” so many times in one minute.

“Kayla I had no idea you were any good at basketball,” Leanna says. “But I’m so glad you made that bet.”

“I can’t believe you talked him into that outfit!” Erica says to Kayla.

“I’m more concerned with how I can talk him out of it, if you know what I mean!” Jane says as she touches your abs.

Your cheeks are dark red. There’s nothing you can do about it, but you try to tune out their words. The best you can do is jump in with dumb comments like, “Well, a bet is a bet” or “Basketball has never been my strong suit.”

“Have you ever worn a speedo before?” Erica asked.

“Uh, as a matter of fact, I haven’t,” you say.

“You should make a habit of it,” Jane said, unable to take her hands off your torso.

“If you don’t wear speedos, then why are your thighs so tan?” Erica asked.

“Uh,” you say, trying to ignore Kayla laughing into her hands.

“Yeah,” Leanna said. “Your tan line is really even. It looks like you got some sun all over your thighs today.”

“Does anybody want a drink?” you ask. “Your favorite bartender is back!”

“Yes, please!” Jane said.

You move toward the countertop, out of Jane’s grasp, but you feel all the eyes in the room on your ass as you walk.

“Actually, I had a question,” you say, pointing at the speedo. “Did you run out and buy this for me while I was in the bath?”

“Oh, that’s right, I didn’t tell you!” Erica said. “Do you remember Bianca?”

“Bianca?” you ask, trying not appear flustered. “Who? Oh, the girl who works here? Yeah.”

“Well, she stopped by the villa an hour ago.”

“She... she did?”

“Yeah, she wanted to thank you in person. I guess you gave her a really big tip at the bar.”

“I... uh.... yeah.”

“You were in the bath at the time,” Kayla says, “She didn't want to disturb you, but I mentioned that I got to pick your outfit tonight and wanted to see if she had any good ideas.”

“So.... Bianca picked this outfit.”

“She did! She left and came back five minutes later with it. In your size and everything! I guess she sized you up really well.”

“How about that,” you say as you pour a drink.

“She is so nice!” Erica said. “She gave a great recommendation on what club to go to tonight.”

“That sure is nice of her.”

“We invited her out, too!”

“What?”

“Yeah, she’ll be here any minute as soon as she’s done getting ready!”

A second later, you hear the villa door open behind you.

“Buonasera, Sam,” a familiar, Italian-accented voice says.