Sorry it took me so long to finish this. I got kinda bored with the story and felt like the earlier parts were much better. Probably because of that aforementioned boredom. But I owed it to this community of upstanding people to finish it. So enjoy.
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Part IX
Tara’s friend Liz was close behind. She couldn’t help but smirk a little at Tara’s plight, after all, Tara had exposed her in the changing room just hours earlier. Liz’s smirk turned into an unmistakable smile when right in front of her, floating on the surface of the water, were the tiny strings and fabric that made up Tara’s bottoms. Liz grabbed them and shoved them underwater, hoping to never see them again.
At that moment, Tara waddled forward, confirming Liz’s theory that Tara was also nude from the waist down.
“Was it just your top?” Liz prodded.
“Yeah,” Tara lied. “Help me find it.”
“Okay, one of the guys brought goggles, let me bring him over.”
“No! Wait. My bottoms are gone too, just go find me something to cover up with. I am not, walking out of here naked.”
Lacey couldn’t believe this. She wasn’t 100% sure given the low-hanging nature of Tara’s bottoms, but she swore she should’ve been able to see them when the waves were low. And she didn’t see anything. Tara was naked. Maybe coming to this bonfire wasn’t such a bad idea. She wished she had had more to do with Tara’s embarrassment, but a passive role was just fine as long as the humiliation was as grand as it was going to be.
“Does anybody have a cheap towel or one they don’t care about getting wet,” Liz asked, not expecting anybody to answer, “or like a bathing suit they’re not using?”
“Lacey does.”
Wait. That was her name. And that was Cory’s voice. What?
“You’re not going in the water right?” Cory asked, a noticeable anger in her voice.
“Well, no. But— ”
“Then give up your suit.”
Lacey couldn’t understand. What had happened earlier was an accident. Did Cory really think she purposely threw her shorts away?
Lacey didn’t have a response. People wouldn’t be surprised if she refused, but given that all the bad luck had been on people not her, maybe a good deed would finally banish this curse altogether. Unfortunately that meant Tara would not have to emerge from the water naked. She’d just have to take her bikini back. Maybe this was an opportunity presenting itself.
“Fine.” And so Lacey pulled the strings at her side and slid her hands up her back to undo her top. Before she could pull her bottoms out, Cory had grabbed the front and whipped them through her legs and up through her shorts, the fabric quickly lashing her sensitives. The top dropped onto the sand into a small mound.
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