Jon and Lily are game.

Lily rolled her eyes, a simple expression that terrified Michael. He immediately began to plan his apology in his head, going through a list of possible excuses and filing them away for use after Lily's inevitable freakout. Why had he thought that dare would be a good idea? Once again, he had totally failed to read the room and gotten himself into a real mess.

"Oh, fine," Lily said, surprising Michael.

"Uh, really?" Michael said.

"Fuck yeah!" Jon said, grabbing one of the bottles of booze and preparing to pour himself a shot. He clearly had no problem with the dare, to absolutely no one's surprise.

"It's gonna be a little hard," Lily said. For a second, Michael thought she was talking about... something else, but he quickly realized that she was just providing a disclaimer.

The skinny, dark-haired woman pressed her small breasts together under her black one-piece. "He won't exactly have a lot to work with here," she said. "I'm almost flat as a board." She wasn't lying, but Lily's boobs were some of the nicest Michael had ever seen, and he spent a lot of time staring at women's chests. They were perky and round, like sexy teardrops. Michael found himself wondering what her nipples might look like, only to realize that he soon might find out.

"I guess he'll have to work extra hard," Cassandra sneaked. She was staring at Lily's chest, too, though her expression was almost one of scorn. Maybe she was wishing she had been the subject of the dare... What was itvabiut this Jon guy that made these two near-strangers so willing to get wild around him? "I'm sure he'll be real sad about it." She flipped her long blonde hair over her shoulder and crossed her arms over her chest.

"He can't do the shot until you've got those tits out," Jean reminded her friend. She was grinning, and looking almost as excited as Michael felt. None of the four friends looked put off, though, which made Michael's mind wander as to what this little group actually got up to over the course of the average evening.

Lily was still pretending to be aggravated, but even Michael could see the naughty smile lurking behind her false scowl. "I guess I have to," she said.

As soon as she moved, Michael's attention snapped back to her. His breath was already catching in his throat.

Lily's hand traced the edges of one strap. She was looking away from them demurely, but Michael and everyone else knew that there wasn't really much demure about her. Slowly, she slid one strap of her bathing suit down, until it was resting at her elbow. She used her left hand to pull the right strap down, then, too, and all four spectators stayed silent as they waited for the moment of truth. Lily was cradling her breasts in her hands, her fingers slipping inside the wet suit. She looked up at Jon, and licked her lips. "Get that shot ready," she said.

Then she pulled down her bathing suit, revealing the palest, roundest pair of beautiful freckled boobs that Michael had ever seen in his life.