The show must go on

Denise glares defiantly at the crowd, not bothering to cover herself. Rearranging her swimming cap, she storms over to the diving boards and takes position. "Come on girls! We're still doing this!"

Her teammates are embarrassed, but follow after her, not willing to defy their leader. The opposite team quickly gets onto the boards with them. The coach blows his whistle and the girls are off.

It's a pretty close race. Denise's stooges fall behind as they try to cover themselves as they swim, but their lack of clothing gives them more of a boost. On the final lap, Denise cuts in front of everyone and touches the wall first. She doesn't even wait for the other swimmers before she leaps out of the pool, tits jiggling and dripping with water. She walks back to her seat and sits down, waiting for her next race.

Dana falls back against you, biting her hand to keep from laughing. You become aware of how your cock is pressing against her ass and wonder if she notices. Then you wonder if she cares.

"That...was goddamn...hilarious!" Dana wheezes. "God Sam, this was almost better than sex!"

You want to become offended, until you notice she said "almost."

"Alright, enough fun for today," Dana says. "Let's go."

"Where?" You ask, hoping to go somewhere with clothes.

"My place ain't far from here," she says. "How about a road trip?"

"You expect us to walk all the way to your house?" You ask in shock.

Dana holds up the object she stole from the lockers: a set of car keys. "No. I don't."