Nope

As quickly as the thoughts enter your head, you banish them with great ****. Swimming naked with Melody? You can't even begin to count all the ways that could go horribly wrong. You need to keep it in your pants, horn-dog. This isn't some porno or erotic novel with contrived situations that are obvious lead-ins to sex scenes; it most definitely would not turn out the way you want and it would only make you more frustrated.

"Let's remember to come back tomorrow and bring out suits." You say, glancing over at the redhead. She almost looks disappointed.

"Huh. I half expected you to suggest we go skinny-dipping." She chuckled. She knows you WAY too well. With a flirtatious smirk, she pulls the collar of her t-shirt down and reveals some cleavage to you. "Afraid you might like what you see?"

"Oh, I already know I would." You wave your hand nonchalantly. "I'm more afraid that you might not like what I would do with you afterward." Melody feigns an expression of shock.

"Why, Jack! What scandal! You would take advantage of my nude, **** body while it is all exposed and glistening wet?" She places a hand on her chest. "Why, I never!"

"I suppose you will never know for sure, will you?" You wink at her.

"Then you would never know if I would like it or not either." She points out. She taps her chin thoughtfully with her left index finger. "Tell you what...you describe to me, in great detail, just what you would do to my naked body, and I will tell you if you're getting hot or cold. Or rather, if I'm getting hot or cold."

"Nice try, but I think I'd rather leave you wondering." You say. "I know you can't stand not knowing a secret. Especially if it involves you." She gives you a little frown. You know her way too well too. You glance down at the rocks littering the path and you eyes are immediately drawn to a smooth, flat grey stone. You immediately scoop it up; all these years later and you can still spot the perfect skipping stone right off the bat.

"What do you have there?" Melody asks, leaving your sexually charged conversation behind. The quickness in which you dive in and out of sexual innuendo and flirting with your friend would leave anyone who doesn't know you very confused.

"The perfect skipping stone." You say, holding it up. "Who currently holds the record, again?"

"Boy, you are really looking for an ego stroking, aren't you?" She rolls her eyes.

"Well something ought to get stroked around here." You remark, flicking your eyebrows up and down.

"Fine, fine." She sighs. She lifts her right hand up and makes a jerk-off motion with it. "You are the stone skipping champion, Jack, and I am unworthy to bask in your presence." She says in a sarcastic monotone.

"Hey, I was perfectly sincere about saying that when you held the record." You cross your arms in mock indignity.

"I held the record for one summer!" She exclaimed. "Two-thirds of a summer, even! You have been lording that fluke ten-skip throw over my head for years now! No way I can beat that! No one could!"

"Oh, stop making excuses." You say. "It was not a fluke and I didn't just get lucky. It was all skill, baby."

"Well, why don't you put your money where your mouth is, huh?" She crosses her arms under her breasts. "Show me those tremendous skills of yours, baby. Beat that record of yours."

"Beat it?" You ask, a little nervously. You may have been exaggerating your skills a bit.

"Or at least match it." She says. "If you can't do that, you must relinquish your title as Stone Skipping Champion. The slate is wiped clear and we start fresh."

"Uh, why would I do that?" You ask. "Sounds like a raw deal to me. What do I get if I do match it?"

"You get to keep your title." She shrugs.

"Yeah, that's bullshit. I have the title fair and square. You want me to go along with this? I need more than that." Suddenly you break out in a grin. "Tell you what. If I match or beat my ten-skip record, you have to do everything I tell you to until sundown."

"Whoa whoa whoa." She holds her hands out. "I don't EVEN want to know what sick perverted things you are planning in that twisted mind of yours. No way am I going to agree to that."

"Never thought I would see the day that the brave Melody backed down from a bet." You reply, knowing full well that you have her now. Melody has made hundreds of bets with you and never backed down once. Her eyes narrow into a glare.

"I know I'm being played, but I don't care. Nobody calls me a welcher." She points a finger at you. "You're on, Jack. It's not like the bet will matter because there is no way you are making that toss again."

"I dunno, this rock feels pretty good. Nice and smooth and the right weight." You grin and glance down at her chest. "Kinda like those boobs you were taunting me with earlier. I might have to get my hands on those when I win." Melody reflexively covers her chest up, before forcing her arms back down, refusing to be shamed.

"The only thing your hands will be touching is yourself later, as you think about these tremendous tits that you missed out on when you completely flubbed your throw." She suddenly grabs the stone out of your hand, kisses it, and places it back in your hand. "Good luck, Mr. Former Stone Skipping Champion. You're gonna need it."

"Hah. I don't need luck." You lie. You place a silent prayer to whoever will listen and prepare to send the stone across the water. It's been a while since you did this last and you hope you still remember the best way to do this.