PART VIII
Perhaps some of Lacey’s luck –bad luck—had rubbed off on Cory. Just as quickly as Cory had noticed her bottomless state, so too had most of the bonfire attendees. At least they could only see her butt.
“Whoa Cory, are we going skinny dipping,” one of the guys yelled over, among the other cheers and catcalls. Cory bent forward to pick up her shorts, but the shorts and towels had buried them. Lacey noticed her dilemma quickly and tried to help, crouching into the sand and pulling a yellow and white striped towel away.
Cory was panicking, how long had her butt been exposed? Or anything else for that matter? Why hadn’t she just put her bathing suit on at home? Realistically it had only been a few seconds, but it was long enough for the hot sand to start burning her feet.
Shifting onto one food incidentally removed her leg from the shorts, a sensation she soon realized was a huge mistake, before lifting the other foot just up from the ground.
“Where the hell are they?” said Lacey, throwing the other towel aside. But Lacey had an additional item in her fingers before instinctively flinging it away—Cory’s shorts.
“LACEY!” Cory screamed, the laughter and cheers from her classmates getting louder.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.”
Cory was able to free herself relatively easy with her shorts no longer tying her legs up. She walks over gathered her shorts, slipped them on, came back for her bag and walked away toward her car. Lacey felt it better to leave her for a few minutes, as the humiliation had been her fault in part.
“Okay, who’s coming in the water,” Tara shouted, wanting the attention back. A few guys stripped off their shirts and followed her scampering into the water. Lacey prayed that a huge wave would crash on her and drown her, or even better, strip off that puny bikini.
Lacey took a seat on her towel, watching the waves and Tara splashing around like an idiot. Cory still hadn’t returned and it had been 15 minutes. Lacey could make out her car in the parking lot, so she hadn’t left.
“Ahhh.” Lacey turned quickly where a screaming Tara stooped down in the water. Had Lacey’s prayers really been answered? Maybe Tara had been stung by a jellyfish. That wouldn’t be nearly as good. But no, Tara’s hands cupped over her bare breasts was indication that at least half her ensemble was washed away.
“My tops gone!” Tara screamed, clearly not afraid of the precarious attention.
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