Beach Volleyball

It was just the seven of us at Andy’s parents’s cottage for a long four day weekend. Friends, celebrating the end of their senior year of high school. The cottage itself lay alone on a multi-acre plot of land with its own private piece of shore. There was myself, a modest looking guy 5’10’’ 140 pounds with brown hair and a non-descript face, Andy, who at 6’4, 190 pounds had been accepted into the Air Force Academy, and Mike, the same height as me who weight in at about 20 more pounds.

We were part of the preppy crowd all through high school, in honors and advanced placement classes, and we brought with us three like minded girls. There was Liz, a 5’6’’voluptuous olive skinned girl of Greek descent who had the most delightful curves and just the perfect amount of meat on her. She had wavy brown hair that dipped below her shoulders, and the fullest lips you’d ever see. Her perky c-cup breasts nicely filled a red and yellow floral patterned bikini.

Kat was in the same build as Liz, though a bit thicker, and a bit more stacked on top. She had slightly darker skin, and much more angular facial features than Liz. She also had a good amount of muscle on her 5’4 frame. D cups strained at the fabric of her small red bikini, and in a risqu?ove, her bottoms were a tight red thong.

Rachel was tall, almost reaching six feet, with straight blonde hair, and a thin frame. She had long thin legs that ended in a perfectly sculpted ass. She had on a small pink string bikini with a top that safely hid little A-cups. Her face always carried that slight smirk that blond girls tend to have.

Finally there was Beth, Crawford’s girlfriend, a short 5’3 with thick, but not too thick legs and wide hips Her pink and brown tankini hid a surprisingly firm ass and nice b-cups. She had cherubian facial features and big blue eyes.

We were currently embroiled in a deathmatch of a volleyball game, girls against guys. It would have been just for fun, but Rachel had been on the varsity team since she was a sophomore. She was going all out trying to will her team to victory.

Both sides had already won one game, and the score had just reached 15 apiece (playing to 25), thanks to a vicious spike by Rachel.

“Jesus,” I said “I’ve never seen someone try so hard just to lose before.” This got under her skin, I knew.

“Who said anything about losing?” she growled.

“That first game.” We had trounced them 25-15 the first game, but they’d rallied to win the second 25-21.

“Wanna bet on it? We win, you buy us dinner.”

“Fine,” the guys agreed. “What if we win? Mike asked. Rachel just shrugged her shoulders. A plan was forming in my head.

“Well, since it’s a private beach, if we win…” I paused for effect, grinning devilishly, “you girls go topless.”

“For the rest of the night?”

“For the rest of the weekend,” Andy said, grinning evilly at Beth.

“Then you have to buy us dinner for the entire weekend,” Rachel countered.

“Fine,” I said, hoping my wallet wouldn’t have to take the hit. We all looked back and forth at one another.

“Shake?” Mike finally asked. The four girls looked back and forth and after a moments hesitation nodded. Everyone shook on it, and we resumed playing, with newfound intensity. Rachel, somewhat of a diva that she was wanted to be treated the whole weekend. We guys all knew what we were playing for.

Rachel’s tenacity paid off early as they grabbed the next few points, taking a 17-15 lead. “I think I want lobster tonight,” she sneered at me after I’d dove for a return and missed. The guys rallied back to take an 18-17 lead, and I looked triumphantly at Rachel. She stared coldly into space. We traded points until the score was 23-22 in favor of us.

“Two more points,” I informed the girls, knowing they would not come easy. Unfortunately for them the three of us moderately athletic guys proved to be more than enough of a match for a one girl team. The 24th point came after a long volley in which Rachel barely carried a shot out of bounds. The 25th came easy, a few shots after our next serve.

Rachel kicked the sand. “Line up,” I said triumphantly. The three girls stood facing us with their hands on their hips, glaring. We walked up behind them and one by one pulled loose bikini strings. Andy had Beth’s tankini top in his hands, and grabbed the rest of the tops one by one. The girls stood there, covering themselves, too embarrassed to move. Finally, Crawford grabbed his girlfriend’s arms and wrestled them away and behind her back until she was exposed for all to see. They were just as perky as they looked, with nice small areola’s.

“Come on Rachel, I’m sure they’re bigger than mine,” I teased. She put her hands on her hips and started towards me, mouth open, ready to yell. She made it before she realized what she’d done and covered herself once more, blushing and falling silent. Too late, I’d gotten a good look. They were tiny, but they were there.

Behind her Kat snorted with laughter and dropped her hands. Her large breasts fell, but only an inch. They were magnificent. She grinned and pinched her nipples. Finally I approached Liz, still too shy to reveal herself.