PART VII
After some determined convincing on the part of Cory, Lacey consented she’d still go to the bonfire.
“I hate you, I seriously hate you,” Lacey said, getting into Cory’s car and slamming the door behind her.
“Oh come on, that was a stupid mistake. Didn’t stop you from wear a bikini did it?” she said noticing the strings of a bikini protruding over the brim of Lacey’s short.
“I wasn’t wearing that one-piece. It was cursed. Plus I’m not taking these shorts off.”
“Suit yourself.”
“And what suit did you go with?” Lacey asked, reaching over and pulling up the front of Cory’s elastic waistband shorts.
“Whoa! Oh my gosh, sorry,” Lacey barked taking firm notice that Cory wasn’t wearing a bathing suit, or anything for that matter, under her shorts.
“Oh my gosh pervert. It’s in my bag, just going to change there, sheesh.”
They pulled up to a small nook at the end of the beach where a few dozen of their peers were hanging around. A few were tossing a Frisbee further down and some vacant towels said others were in the frigid ocean water. Tara stood on the edge of the unlit fire pit talking to two boys.
“There’s Ta-ra!” Lacey exhaled.
“And her barely there bikini. Wow. That’s even small by Tara standards,” Cory added, before gathering the towels and beach chairs from the trunk.
“Come on, let’s get this over with,” Lacey said, leading the way onto the scorching hot sand.
Cory had unwisely left her footwear in the car, and the hot hot sand was roasting her feet.
“Ow ow ow ow ow” she yelped, hopping between feet for momentary relief, but jarring the chairs into her chin. Unfortunately, the jumping had also dislodged her shorts from her waists, and were now hanging precariously low.
Cory felt the breeze brush the top half of her butt, but they were almost there.
“Hey guys,” she said, passing a few familiar friends. Cory knew at least a few of the boys were looking at the healthy portion of her butt peeking from above her shorts.
Lacey didn’t say a word to anyone, but received numerous wandering eyes and elongated glances. She led Cory to a clear patch of sand where Cory plopped her equipment down.
The decent was not as smooth as Cory had hoped, as a handle of a chair caught the front waistband of her shorts and together with her towels and bag, plummeted into a pile on the sand.
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