Leave the clothes alone.

You think better of taking advantage of the girls. You barely know them and they might be the type to cut a guy. You chase after Carly, jumping into the pool with a cannonball! The girls shriek at the wave of water crashing down on them. You swim a safe distance from their splashing, but they swim after you.

Abigail wasn’t lying about being on the swim team, she catches up to you in a few strokes and has you by the ankle. You gasp as you’re pulled down.

“Wise guy, huh?” she teases when she comes face to face with you.

“Just having a little fun…” you grin sheepishly.

“How about I have a little fun now?” she replies, then dives under the water. You try to see what she is up to, but the water is too ripply. You feel her grab your trunks and you gasp. Instinctively you grab onto your swimmers, trying to kick her off.

“HELP!” you cry out as you continue to struggle with Abigail over control of your shorts. The other girls swim on the sidelines and watch. You’re impressed by how long Abigail can hold her breath under the water, but she has to let up eventually. You keep fending her off until you feel her pinching you. “Hey! That’s fighting dirty!” you complain, but you can’t keep your grip on your clothes while you’re being tormented by her finger grip. You relent and she gets away with your swim shorts.

Swimming a safe distance from you, she raises her prize in victory. You should have swiped her clothes when you had the chance!

“Oh my God!” Carly says in disbelief, holding her hand over her face to block you from her view.

Abigail waves your trunks at you teasingly. “Come and get it, big boy!”

“I’m not going to out swim you,” you admit.

“Fine, I’ll make it fair... “ the redhead offers. She climbs out of the pool and stands holding your shorts. “Come out and get it, give us a good view of what you’re packing.”