Part X (the end of everything forever probably)
Cory marched toward the water with his gift for Tara. Perhaps Cory had always felt bad about Tara’s embarrassment at her birthday party all those years back and wanted to do something in kind. Or more likely she was just extremely pissed at Lacey.
Lacey meanwhile stood flabbergasted as to how she was to be left going commando. Half of her wanted to go home now, but the other half had to stay and get back at Tara.
So rather than wallow in her precariously short shorts and shirt that surely showcase the pokiness of her nipples, she walked over and jumped the group currently engaged in gossip about something or another.
Lacey plopped herself down in the sand and quickly joined the conversation, feeling more and more relaxed by the minute. She glanced out at the water where Tara donned the bikini that had been on her very own body not 15 minutes ago. And it wouldn’t be staying on Tara for long if things went right.
Cory had decided to stay in the water with Tara. Lacey could only imagine then plotting some revenge of their own, knowing full well Lacey was sitting breezy. In fact, the ocean air was hitting her quite a bit.
Before she could look down and inspect that everything was in place and not out on display she heard the snigger of two guys a few feet from her to her right. They were looking right at her—well, more specially—right at her crotch.
Lacey had failed to notice that sitting in the sand had left her leg holes far too open for someone sans bikini. She shifted her legs and stared at the guys until they looked away. “Ugh,” Lacey said to herself.
As darkness came upon them the boys mobilized and started building the fire. It was getting chilly out and yet Tara couldn’t stop herself from the attention she was getting in Lacey’s bikini. She knew it had to be pissing Lacey off. Especially now that Cory appeared to shift allegiance.
When it was completely black out save for the light of their bonfire, everybody huddled around the fire for warmth, many roasting marshmallows off coat hangers. Tara was playing dumb to rope one of the cuter boys into doing it for her.
“So I just put it on the tip?” she asked, in her most valley girl intonation.
“Yeah haha. Just the tip,” he replied. Though his innuendo didn’t quite make sense in the situation.
But then Lacey saw it. A miracle. A gift sent from the Gods. The string on the left side of Tara’s bikini was at its end, and the slightest movement would send them sinking to the ground. Lacey’s sight was fixed on the knot, its loose hold causing a sag and exposure of Tara’s upper butt.
“OH MY GOD!” someone screamed. Tara turned quickly and there it was! Tara’s bottoms opened up and started their descent. But everyone was looking at her: Lacey.
“Lacey! You’re on a fire!”
“Huh?”
Lacey looked down and realized an ember had flown up and sparked her small fire right at her waist. She was surrounded by people and couldn’t get into open sand to roll around. She patted at the flames but they only grew. Fearing for her life she flung the shorts down, twisting and turning, flapping her top, praying the flames would go out.
But they didn’t. And the chaos had caused Lacey to trip in her tangled up legs. She fell on her belly, a chorus of laughs peering in her exposed butt. The small conflagration had finally gone out. Lacey stood up, panting heavily, and pulled her shorts back up.
But they wouldn’t stay up—they were ruined. And so was everything. Tara had already reattached her bottoms.
“Damn Lacey. Keep your clothes on for once,” Tara quipped.
And they all lived happily ever after I guess.
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