2-on-1 at the 3-on-3

At last, a new story by TooTallToFall! To say I have had some writers block is an understatement. Tons of ideas, absolutely no follow-through. This one, setting aside a couple of handfuls that are in the works, was rushed through to completion in a couple of days. I hope that the desperation to actually get something over the finish line does not show in the writing and flow of what should be a quick, easy read.

All characters over 18.

Comments welcome!

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"Hey, Em."

I had just walked into the apartment and one of my roommates sat in wait.

"Jesse! Roomie! How are you?!"

"Oh, geez," I grumbled in response to her perky salutation, "what do you want?"

"What?! Can't I be excited to see my favorite person?!"

I rolled my eyes and walked towards my bedroom. There was no point in waiting around as there were two things absolutely certain in my mind.

First, she wanted something. Her M. O. was the same every time she was about to ask me for something: super-sappy. Admittedly, the requests were normally pretty good-natured, simple asks for a ride or a small loan that she always paid back, or maybe help moving something that was a bit too big for her, but she nonetheless always asked in an over-the-top sugary manner. There was also a reality that whatever the ask was, it would make her very happy and leave me only slightly inconvenienced. So, of course I would give her what she wanted, she was my roommate and - most of the time - friend, but it was a pre-written script we followed nonetheless.

I stepped into my room and put my bag down, the patter of her scampering in behind me immediately following.

Second, I thought to myself as she launched herself onto my bed with not a care in the world for any personal boundary that I may have, I couldn't be her favorite person as her favorite person was herself. Actually, that was unfair. My roommate Emily was a very decent person who would gladly go out of her way for me if I ever asked. But, we both knew that there was only one thing that I wanted from her and it wasn't some random favor.

It was summer and hot in the apartment. I would have had the air conditioning set to about 64 degrees but Em and our 3rd roommate wouldn't hear of it. So, it was set at 78 and I had to change out of my work clothes into something more comfortable as soon as I got home. For her part, Emily was in her standard summer house attire: small, tight, biking-style shorts, and a loose, thin, tanktop.

No bra.

Never a bra.

She watched me as I got undressed, tossing my dress-shirt and undershirt into my hamper. Pulling my pants off and hanging them back up in my closet. Finding a tank-top of my own and a pair of shorts to pull over my boxer briefs. I could never quite gauge what was going on in her mind when she watched me like she did. She wasn't leering. She wasn't watching longingly. She seemed neither impressed or repulsed. She just kinda' watched. Usually, as I found her right then, quietly.

"Em," I said, breaking the silence, "what do you want?"

"Why do you say that? Why do I have to want anything? Why can't I just be happy to see you?"

"I suppose you can be happy to see me," I replied, "but we both also know that you want something. So just let me know what it is."

I pulled the shirt over my head and leaned up against the dresser, facing her. She was on her side, her large breasts threatening to spill out of the side of her loosely cut top, edge-of-areola already visible. I don't think she even realized how much of a tease she was. This was just Emily. More comfortable in her own skin than anyone I had ever met.

"I want you to enter a volleyball tournament with Ri-Ri and I."

Ri-Ri was Sarah, our 3rd roommate. All of us had met in college and had been living together for 4 years now. Though no longer in college, both of them - having played competitive club ball while at school - still played volleyball almost year round in various club and rec leagues around the city. I had gone to watch a handful of times and they were quite good. While it wasn't like they would be joining the pro leagues in Europe, they more than held their own in any co-ed social league play. I, on the other hand, hadn't played more than a handful of competitive matches since high-school, a fact that Emily was aware of.

"I know what you are going to say," she continued, "you don't play volleyball," pretty much reading my mind. "But, this is a pretty special circumstance."

... And she explained to me that the tournament was at her parents' club.

When she had first mentioned spending most of the summers of her youth at her parents' "club," I admit I automatically assumed she meant a fancy country club. It wasn't until I commented on her seemingly ever-present tan that she clued me into the fact that her parents were members of a naturist club, and a fancy one at that. In pictures that she had shown me, it had all of the amenities of a 3-4 star resort, with multiple pools, sports facilities, a Mediterranean restaurant, spa, and more.

"There is a five-thousand dollar prize for the team that wins, and even the 2nd place team gets its money back. Because it is only open to club members, there aren't any real ringers and I think we have a really good shot to win. It's a 3-on-3 tournament and I figure you are a perfect 3rd to join us. You're tall. You're athletic. You've played volleyball in the past. We've already seen you naked and, let's be honest..."

She waved her hand over her chest, gesturing to her breast, whose nipple was now clearly exposed.

"... you've basically already seen me naked too. What do we have to lose?"

Emily had been asking me to join volleyball teams with her and Sarah for years as something to do together. For a while I had other commitments, but I didn't particularly have any excuse here. I thought of the instance of my roommates seeing me naked that she mentioned. It was about 2 years ago and I had broken up with my girlfriend. While she had been my long-time partner since high-school, and there was a reality to us growing apart over the years, there was also truth in her accusation that I emotionally wasn't invested in "us" anymore as I had a crush on someone else.

That someone was Emily.

So, we broke up and I came back to the apartment, intent on telling Em how I felt and seeing if there was reciprocation. To calm my nerves I started drinking.

... and drinking.

... and drinking.

By the time Em and Sarah got home, I was absolutely plastered. Unfortunately, this didn't stop me from expressing my love for Emily, though she did not particularly take me seriously when immediately after doing so I threw up all over myself and passed out. It took both of them to get me undressed and showered and I ended up passing out on Emily's bed for the night, fully nude and sprawled out across her covers. They each took pictures and videos of me in my vulnerable state and bring them up periodically as a joke. Though my feelings hadn't subsided, I also hadn't brought up my crush again. Plus, the attempted distraction of the handful of dates and demi-relationships I had had since then had fizzled as my heart just wasn't engaged.

Nonetheless...

"Couple of concerns," I said when she paused for my response. "First, Sarah and I aren't members of the club. Second, whether you both have seen me and we both have essentially seen you nude, do you really think that she is going to want to be naked in front of me? Let alone the rest of the club?"

I think the fact that I didn't immediately dismiss her request emboldened her and Emily popped up into a kneeling position, wide-eyed and smiling.

"Actually, because my parents are members, and I am a part of their family plan, you two can both join on guest passes for the weekend. People have done it in the past so I know it's okay. You can have two guests, just not all 3 for the team."

"And Sarah?"

"She's in, babe! I talked to her about it this morning! She said that as long as you did it then she would too. But only if you say yes! So?!"

The fact that Sarah had agreed to take part was what surprised me most. This wasn't to say that Sarah was a prude or uptight, just that she was a normal American in their mid-20's like me and, by default, we didn't tend to get casually naked in front of others.

"I'm not saying no," I replied cautiously, "but I am not saying yes either. Let me think about it for a bit. When is it?"

"Next weekend?"

"Is that a question?"

"No, an answer," she said more firmly. "It's next weekend."

"Anything else that I should know?"

Emily started rattling off all of what she considered to be pertinent details. It was a single elimination tournament with a max of 32 teams. The teams could be all female or any mix of male/female combinations, but could not be all male. Historically most of the teams were a bit older, though there were quite a few younger people like ourselves that entered as well. It was one of the most popular events of the year so the club would be completely booked.

"Where do we stay?"

"My parents will be entertaining friends at their cabin, but they were able to reserve a room for us in the lodge. It's essentially a hotel room with two queen beds. It will be the three of us and my sister. We can decide who shares beds once we get there."

I had never met Emily's parents, but I had met her sister, Amanda. Amanda was 5 years younger than us, so 19, and was a really sweet girl based on my previous interactions.

"Since this is my idea, I'll pay the $500 entry fee for our team," she continued. "If we flame out, my loss. If we win, I get my money back and we split the rest evenly, fifteen-hundred per person."

"Food?"

"The rest of the entry fee mostly goes toward food and drinks. For the most part, during the tournament weekend it's essentially a festival atmosphere. Everyone eats at a big tent that is set up outside the lodge and hangs out together around the club. If there is anything else we specifically want then my parents can take care of it."

"When do we go?"

"Seeding starts on Friday night, so your company offering half-day Friday's in the summer will help since it's a couple hour drive. We will play individual games against 4 random teams and then get ranked based on how we do with those games. Bracket play starts on Saturday. There are 4 courts, so the first round can take a while. Depending on how quickly it goes, and how far we advance, we will either play three elimination games on Saturday and one on Sunday, or two-and-two."

"I gotta' say," I replied with a bit of scepticism, "this all sounds pretty intense."

"It is," she admitted, but then backtracked, "but it isn't. While it is really well organized and run, the reality is that the vast majority of the players are old-ish members of the club. While it isn't to say that would make them pushovers, it is to say that most of them are just doing it for fun, with absolutely no intention of winning in it. It's just something that happens each year. It's like the entry fee is just part of their entertainment budget or something."

There was logic to what she was saying. Afterall, everyone had hobbies that they spent their money on, why would this be any different?

"I legitimately think that we can win this thing, Jess. And, even if we don't, I know the weekend is a really good time. I think that it is a win-win for you."

I found myself nodding and getting a bit introspective. At only 24, I found myself in a bit of a lull. I am not sure if it was my un-actioned crush on Emily or something else, but I felt like I was floundering a bit. I wanted some sort of spark, some sort of adventure, some sort of anything to help me feel alive.

We heard the door and Sarah came down the hallway toward her room.

"Ri-Ri," Emily squealed, "I just told Jesse about the volleyball tournament!"

Sarah had a bit of a pensive look on her face when she looked at me for confirmation.

"You're good with this?"

"I will if you will," she responded with a bit of a shrug.

The three of us stood there for a moment, all silent, both of the women focused on me, waiting for my reaction or response.

"Okay," I finally said, "I'm in."

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The week was a blur. While there were obvious travel and planning and logistical concerns to be addressed, every other spare moment outside of work and sleep hours were spent getting me up-to-speed with playing volleyball again. The good news is that I had played before and was an athlete at heart, plus Em and Sarah were really easy to get in sync with. So, by the time we hit the road on Friday, I legitimately thought - based on absolutely no comparative information - that we indeed might have a chance to win this thing.

The mood in the car was much more upbeat than I expected based on the nerves I had ping-ponging around my head and gut. That said, I am quite sure that both of the ladies did some pre-game drinking prior to hitting the road, leaving me out as I was driving. Nonetheless, the trip was smooth and easy and my only real thought by the time we got to the club was how there would be no backing out.

"Caliente Sol" made me react in two different ways. First, with an eye roll based on the error in placing the adjective in front of the noun in a Spanish name. Second, with a jaw drop based on how huge the front gates were. Emily had alluded to the fact that it was a pretty exclusive place, but if the gates were any indicator, I had far underestimated her.

Pulling into the club, I was greeted with some familiar sights both from the pictures I had found on the website earlier in the week, as well as shots that Emily had shown me on her phone. Indeed, it was a high-end resort and I was mildly jealous at the thought of how cool it would have been to be a member. We drove straight to the main lodge and checked in. It was a bit of a madhouse of people, many of whom appeared to know one another, and Sarah and I stood by as Emily checked us in and greeted quite a few of the other guests around with hugs and laughs. There was not a single person that was nude and I began to think that my nervousness about disrobing and being exposed in front of others may have been unwarranted.

"Got the key cards," Emily said as she met back up with us, and we headed up to the room.

"We don't really have any time to unpack or anything," she said while opening the door for the group, "the early matches start in less than 30 minutes and it is absolutely possible that we will be in one, so we have to rush. But first, I really gotta' pee!"

Emily dropped her bag and rushed into the bathroom, dropping her shorts and letting a steady stream of liquid ping off the porcelain before Sarah and I had a chance to react or respond. Strolling in, it was very much laid out like a standard hotel room, and we saw that there was a small backpack thrown into the corner, the assumption that it was Amanda's. As it didn't appear that either bed was claimed, we also pushed our bags off to the side and stood there waiting, not sure of what to do next. My heart rate had raised itself about 50% and Sarah was nervously fidgeting on her phone, attempting to look nonchalant.

"Hey!" Emily was in a frenzy exiting the bathroom, "what part of rush do you not understand?!"

She had not bothered to put her shorts back on and was not only bottomless, but in the process of pulling off her shirt. Sarah and I looked at each other with a bit of panic in our faces and began yanking off our clothes, more shocked by Emily's feverishness to truly take in the reality of getting nude - and seeing each other nude - for the first time.

"Towels," Emily said, taking a towel each from a pile on the main TV console in the room and throwing them at us, "always have a towel and never sit on a public surface without a towel under you. That is the biggest rule you have to follow. Now, let's go!"

We got to the volleyball courts and there had to have been 150 people milling around, a significant number huddled around what I assumed to be a registration table. Others were playing informally on the courts. More still were setting up chairs and towels around the edges. Other than a couple of hats and some sandals, every last person was fully nude.

Sarah grabbed my hand as Emily rushed away from us to get us registered and I gently squeezed it in solidarity. Based on her previous description of the informal formality of the tournament, I was stressed by the intensity that Emily was showing and my heart and mind continued to race in nervous solidarity with both of my roommates. Though, that said, I couldn't help but begin to take in the scene around me and make some general observations, my mind rattling off bullet points of what I saw:

First, that the website was right in that we - as new to the club - would encounter every possible body type that one could imagine to see. While I could admit that everyone was very much traditionally binary in their presented gender, we had just about every imaginable skin tone, body shape, breast size, penis size, hair cut, and more. Though a sizeable percentage of the group did fit into the category of Emily - which is to say caucasian and with an all-over, golden glow - I did not not feel out of place with my general lack of tan.

Second, people addressed and acted around one another the exact same way they would if they were fully clothed and in a crowd of friends. Handshakes and hugs were plentiful. Laughter and smiles were in abundance. The mood was jovial and infectious.

Finally, while the courts were expertly set up, those playing around on them were of a wide range of skill, in keeping with Emily's previous description.

"Jesse? Sarah?"

A woman that I had never met but was nonetheless immediately recognizable approached us.

"Hey there and welcome! I'm Katie, Emily and Amanda's mom."

I said hello and put out my hand for a handshake but was rejected.

"Oh, nonsense," she said with a wide smile, "come here."

Katie wrapped me up on a hug, her large breasts like two sun-warmed pillows on my body. After giving Sarah an equally inviting welcome, a man behind her stepped in.

"Mike," he said with an outstretched hand, forgoing the hug, "Em's dad."

"We brought you this," Katie said, taking a bottle of sunscreen from Mike's hand and offering it to Sarah and I. "Take a few minutes and get yourselves covered. The sun is intense around here from dawn to dusk. Even regulars like us need to be vigilant."

"Work in teams and don't be shy," Mike added. "I can assure you it will be a lot worse to have a sunburnt ding-dong or ass-crack because you were bashful."

Sarah laughed at his comment and took the sunscreen, promising we would be thorough.

"We just got here a bit ago ourselves and are hosting some friends," Katie's mom told us, "but I figure we will see lots of each other the next couple of days. Please let us know if there is anything you need. You're our guests!"

"Friendly," I murmured to Sarah as they walked away.

"And, oddly," she added, taking my hand again and pulling me out from the middle of the crowd, "not awkward in the fact that they were naked."

"Nude," I responded.

"Huh?"

"They were nude, not naked. Or maybe you were right. I was reading on some website that one is lewd and one is natural. But I think what you were getting at is that it was all very natural and I agree."

Sarah rolled her eyes at my mansplaining but smiled, acknowledging just how foreign the entire situation was to both of us.

We got to the side and began applying the sunscreen and, for the first time, I was able to relax and actually take in Sarah. She was tall, about 5'8", and with what would be considered an athletic build: lean and muscular though still quite feminine. Her breasts were smaller, a perfect handful and topped with pink, slightly puffy areola and nipples. She had told me in the past that she did not like her somewhat broad shoulders, but did really like her belly, legs, and her defining feature, her plump, bubble butt. Though we were doing our best to try to hide our individual subjective gaze, I watched in amusement as her eyes continued to dart to my penis, completely flaccid, though glistening with sunscreen. I was surprised at how the functional task of applying the sunscreen had allowed my nerves to rapidly calm and was very much enjoying the feeling of the sun on my fully unencumbered skin.

"Do your back?"

Sarah snapped me out of my mini-trance and had me turn around.

"Yes, please," I responded, and readied for the application.

Emily appeared out of nowhere and announced our news. First, that we would be playing in the second group of the first round, most likely in about 45 minutes, and that we were coincidentally team #24, the same as all of our ages.

"Be thorough," she told Sarah, seemingly off-handed as she applied the sunscreen to my lower back and top of my butt, "literally everywhere."

I thought the comment was benign until I felt Sarah's small hands slip between my cheeks and graze my butthole, causing me to involuntarily squeeze my ass and thrust my hips forward away from her.

"Calm down, dude," Emily chuckled in response to my spasm, "you'll get used to it real quick and the benefit far outweighs the initial shock."

I took a deep breath and let Sarah finish, first with my butt, and then with random spots around my body that she determined I missed after having me make a couple of turns.

"My turn," she said on completion, and handed me the bottle.

I was surprised and amused when Sarah not only clenched and leapt, but also yelped a bit when my hands returned the favor of brushing over her butthole.

"Damnit," she said with a hearty laugh, "I promised myself I was going to take it like a champ."

When I went to finish the task I was mildly surprised - but not upset - when she very clearly relaxed her butt cheeks and seemingly pushed toward me, the tips of my fingers subtly feeling every defined ridge of her puckered rosebud. I could admit that I found myself ever so slightly aroused by the action. Not enough to redirect any blood flow and cause a potentially embarrassing visual display, but certainly enough to feel a little tingle down my spine. Additionally, a visual inspection indicated quite a number of missed spots from her own sunscreen application, and neither of us were the least bit upset to have me complete the coverage for her, allowing for a delightful exploration of her exposed skin.

"Alright, Jess," Emily finally said with a sarcastic, chastising tone, "I think you have been thorough enough," acknowledging the completed task with a squeeze of one of my butt cheeks. "Let's go kick some ass."

It was in fact our turn to play, and we did in fact kick some ass, pummeling the overmatched team by a score of 15-to-3.

It was determined we would have about 30 minutes until our next game, and Emily suggested we waste the time with a bit of a tour. Not the full acreage, of course, but some of the facilities in the near vicinity.

"Having been a part of the tournament weekend before," Emily said as she walked us around, "I can tell you that we probably won't spend a ton of time outside the lodge, food tent, my parents cabin, the courts, and the pool. And it's the main pool that I really wanted to show you."

She explained that while there were multiple pools, the main pool was the newest and essentially the most special. And, to be transparent, Sarah and I both legitimately said "wow" when we walked in. There had to have been 150 people around the area, almost all fully nude, but some women wearing bottoms, and the place was both hopping and serene at the same time. The pictures online didn't do it justice. With two swim-up bars, a huge in-water lounge area, a massive water slide, grotto area, hot-tubs, and more, it was perfect. Only showing that, despite the acknowledged stupid name of the resort, it continued to impress.

"Oh, shit," Emily said, checking out a clock on the wall of a pool house, "we gotta' get back."

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Our team won the second game 15-2.

As a group, it was decided that we shouldn't feel bad about our dominance thus far as we were most certainly not being jerks about it. We didn't hoot and holler. We weren't aggressive with spiking the balls in their faces. We were just better.

We then won our 3rd game 15-4.

And, finally, as the sun began going down, we won our 4th game 15-4.

We called it a night from play and headed back to the lodge to get cleaned up before dinner. Getting off the elevator for our floor, we saw Amanda leaving the room just as we were going to it.

"Oh my God, Ri-Ri!"

Amanda squealed and ran toward Sarah, practically tackling her in the hallway, wrapping her up in a consuming hug. While I knew that they had spent more time together than I had with Em's sister, I didn't realize they were that close. That was until Amanda let go of Sarah and wrapped me in a tight hug as well. Must have just been the way of the family.

"Hey, Jesse!"

"Hey, kid," I replied. I had called her that on one of the occasions that we had met and she found amusement in it. I was not quite sure why it came out right then, but it didn't seem to bother her.

We all walked back to the room and Amanda joined us, diving onto one of the beds.

"This is amazing! Thank you so much for letting me stay here!"

She had starfished herself out, doing her best to cover as much of the mattress as possible. Emily, Sarah and I were just standing at the food of the bed, watching in amusement as her sister squirmed around the crisp, white bedspread.

"We came up to get cleaned up before dinner. What are you up to?"

"Dinner for me as well. I was planning on going to the cabin. You?"

"Hadn't decided yet," Emily responded for the group.

Amanda had arranged herself on the bed without a care in the world, totally confident and blissfully uncaring of social propriety. She had grabbed a couple of pillows and propped up her head, otherwise still spread out wide, her soft breasts practically disappearing on her chest, her legs spread wide with one knee up, her vulva on display to the world. Though I didn't find her as attractive as her sister, she was nonetheless an undoubtedly appealing young woman. Emily and Sarah had sat on the end of the bed while I still stood there, the scene like nothing I had ever witnessed.

I was silent while the girls spoke, comparing recaps of the day and future plans and, for the most part, it seemed really innocent. Check that... it WAS really innocent. It was 3 women speaking about mundane topics, it just so happened that they were nude. But when Amanda fidgeted with herself, absentmindedly scratching at her pussy lips and creating quick flashes of pink for my audience, I excused myself to take a shower, knowing I would have been unable to stop myself from getting hard.

"Whoa," I murmured to myself, stepping into the bathroom.

It wasn't the previous visual that caused the comment, rather the huge shower. Easily 5ft by 7ft, I could see that it had 3 showerheads, two on each of the end walls as well as a massive rainfall head covering about 2-and-a-half foot square in the middle of the ceiling. Stepping in, I enjoyed a drenching downpour that washed away a day of travel, sweaty volleyball, and the flashing memories of a day's worth of visual stimulation, the last of which suddenly flooding my mind with visuals I had previously thought nothing of. I felt myself swell.

"I think my sister got to you."

I opened my eyes to find both Sarah and Emily stepping into the shower. Both had their eyes firmly glued to my swollen dick. Thankfully, I was not standing at full mast, rather just quite chubby.

"I think the entire day got to me," I responded, deciding on not trying to hide the un-hide-able.

"It happens," she responded as she stepped under the water, the stream causing her body to glisten in the light.

"Well that isn't going to help," I responded with sarcastic scorn.

"Don't worry about it," Emily said, as unaffected by my rising erection as her sister was by her own exposure on the bed. "Even seasoned vets get random boners. It's not just men either. Afterall, there's a reason we sit on towels. Don't want me leaving a snail-trail."

"My nipples have been tingling for hours," Sarah chimed in, offering her solidarity.

"Off topic," I said, attempting to change the topic and reduce the charge of the scene, "what is with this shower? It's pretty crazy."

"So," Emily explained while soaping up her body, "this is a naturist resort. Not a nudist resort. Not a swingers club. My parents say that since my sister and I were going to be with them, they wanted to make sure that we didn't have to be naked if we were uncomfortable with it and also that there would be no sex in public areas. That said, when we were young, there were definitely not-so-hidden areas where people would have sex, sometimes even in small groups. It was mostly the weekend and day pass crowd that was doing it, probably checking something off their bucket lists. Plus, it wasn't public, per se, but it did happen. The regular members just used their cabins, it was those that didn't have that option. Anyhow, the club board voted a bunch of years ago that all public sex was completely banned but, as a consolation, they built this lodge and these..."

She made air quotes with her fingers

"... orgy showers. So, when you get tingly nipples," she said while placing one of her hands on Sarah's breast and gently pinching her nipple, "and you get hard," she continued while wrapping her other hand around my swollen dick, "you have some place to do something about it!"

Sarah and I were wide-eyed, our eyes darting back and forth between each other and Em's hands. Emily, for her part, was completely stone-faced. She had always been silly in the apartment and this just seemed to be an extension of that. Hey, when in Rome, I suppose. Sarah and I burst out laughing and, counterintuitively, my erection subsided. It's weird how the body can work.

We ate dinner at the food tent, though did end up going to Emily's parents cabin for a bit, having a nightcap and meeting their friends. After finding out our first match would start at 8:30am, we decided to call it an early night, heading back to our room at the lodge by 11, Amanda in tow, ready for a good night's sleep and to hit the tournament in top form.

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I slept like shit.

Or at least the beginning of the night was like that.

I was paired with Emily in bed, Amanda and Sarah oddly both choosing the other for their partner. While I was surprised that Em and her sister did not bunk together, I wasn't upset with my pairing.

I couldn't fall fall asleep. Amanda had asked to share the room because it, unlike her parents cabin, had air conditioning. While both of the girls admitted that it wasn't that bad to just sleep nude on top of the covers or under just a sheet, Amanda specifically said she wanted to curl under the covers for a night - all the girls agreeing that it coziest that way. Em and I were under the covers too, trying not to toss and turn and wake up the others, trying to get relax.

I wasn't cold. I wasn't physically uncomfortable or sore. Emily wasn't bothering me. I was just restless. Emily, in the few hushed whispers of communication we shared, said it was the exact same for her.

"C'mere," she whispered, flipping to her side and dragging my arm over her body and pulling us into a spooning position.

I did as commanded and relished the feeling of her soft, warm skin against me. Emily pushed her butt back into me and wiggled her ass. She pulled my arm tight around her and placed my hand on her breast. With her own hand she squeezed and massaged the top of my hand, causing me to do the same to her, the feeling of her nipple hardening beneath my palm immediately evident.

Nothing more needed to be said.

I swung my lower arm under her head and allowed her to use it as a pillow. I used that hand to massage her opposite breast and evened out the eraser-like nubs that capped her breasts. My upper hand began wandering and explored the contours of her body.

Her sides.

Her hips.

The inside of her thighs.

The heat from her sex radiated and I felt her heartbeat begin to speed up beneath her breast, my own breathing accelerated and my cock swollen and pushed up against the underside of her ass. Emily flipped over and faced me.

"We have to be quiet," she breathily whispered before pressing her lips to mine, her tongue pushing its way into my mouth.

She wrapped her petite hands around my cock - already as stiff as a board - and let out a tiny moan while biting my lower lip. Our mouths never left one another as she crawled on top of me, her thighs embracing my hips and her breasts pressed firmly into my chest. We continued making out and my hands resumed their wandering.

The small of her back.

The bottoms of her butt cheeks.

The wetness between her legs.

She gasped when I first dragged my fingers along the length of her pussy. My wrist ached from the extreme angle but I couldn't get enough of touching her. Emily accepted every advance I made and countered with her own.

When I squeezed her ass she massaged my scalp with fistfuls of my hair.

When I pressed a finger into her soaking pussy she pushed her tongue into my ear.

When I grazed across her puckered butthole she let out a deep exhale and guttural moan.

"I need this," she whispered, reaching in between her legs and guiding my cock into her. "We have to be quiet."

Her body offered no resistance. No period of acclimation. No need to make tiny, progressive increases in thrusts. Emily slid down the length of my cock, a shuddering inhale with each tiny increase, and settled at its hilt with a breathy moan. The room was dead silent. What followed was the most - and least - intense sex I had ever experienced in my life.

I didn't move the entire time, my entire body rigid from my nose to my toes. My arms were wrapped around Emily's back, squeezing her firmly at the shoulders, her chest pressed so hard into mine a stethoscope would have only picked up a single heartbeat. Her hips rocked no more than a millimeter at a time and her pussy walls clenched and released, neither of us daring to breathe. Though it is a somewhat cheesy sentiment, it was as if we had physically become one. Our bodies were in total sync. Though I didn't think it possible, Emily's thighs squeezed tighter on my hips at the same time I felt my orgasm begin to come on.

"Em," I whispered no louder than a shallow breath, "I'm going to cum."

She didn't move. She didn't respond. Her actions continued.

My cock thickened inside of her, transforming from wood to steel, its head swelling almost painfully.

"Emily..."

She continued her tiny micro-movements, squeezing me from outside and inside.

"Em..."

It was one final plea, one final attempt that was thwarted when she put her mouth back on mine and shoved her tongue down my throat to shut me up. I involuntarily released a milky load deep into her core and her body shuddered, her breathing staccato as she rolled through the waves of her own climax. My body was no longer my own, so stiff it was as if I had died and rigor mortis had set in. Embarrassingly, I let out a muted combination grunt/squeal that sounded like a guinea pig being squeezed to within an inch of its life. Emily went limp on top of me and the room went silent again, the sounds of Amanda and Sarah breathing, the only tiny sign of life.

With my cock deflating inside of her, I passed out and fell into a deep sleep.

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I was awakened to the sound of movement in the room and opened my eyes to Sarah walking past the foot of the bed, a towel wrapped around her head.

"Good. You're awake," she said flatly, "we really need to go."

I grabbed my phone and noticed that it was 7:58am. Our first match was to start in just over 30 minutes and Sarah was right. I needed to go.

I didn't wake during the night. Not to go to the bathroom. Not when Emily apparently got off of me. She was no longer in the bed next to me though I did hear the shower running and assumed it was her. Sarah was sitting on the other bed looking groggy.

"I need coffee," she groaned.

I just needed to pee.

Emily and Amanda were in the shower, rinsing off. Emily wished me a good morning. Amanda did not. Upon them exiting, I rinsed off quickly and we left the room.

The mood was... off.

With a record of 4-0 and a +47 point differential, we were the #3 seed, playing the #30 seed, who had an 0-4 record and a -53 point differential.

We won the best-of-five-game match 3-0: 15-2, 15-1, 15-2.

It was a fun, friendly match, with the other team laughing and joking with us about how bad they were the entire time, and our team not particularly trying to beat them definitively, it just worked out that way. When we were done, our opponents thanked us for being such good sports during the games, indicating that they had played the team that ended up being seeded #1 and...

"They were assholes," one of them said.

"Took all joy out of it," declared another. "They were spiking the ball literally at us. Hard and trying to make us look stupid."

Apparently the team had done that to every mismatched opponent and literally had a perfect seeding round. 4-and-0, +60 point differential.

"Get to the championship and kick their asses," we were advised. "We promise we will be cheering you on!"

We thanked them for their encouragement and assured them we would try our best.

"Okay," Emily said cheerfully, "it is going to be a while before our next match. Are you up for going to my parents cabin?"

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Mike and Katie were outside their cabin, enjoying breakfast with Amanda and their friends.

"Hey! It's the volleyball stars!"

"Hey, Kelly," Emily said, stepping into a hug from one of the friends, "it's good to see you."

Though we had met Kelly and Derek, Mike and Katie's long time friends, the night before, we found out they used to be members of the club but ended up moving away, still trying to visit for a week or so once or twice per year. Katie and Amanda got up and grabbed some additional chairs while Mike and Derek rearranged things at the table for us to all sit down before we joined them for breakfast and, for the first time, mother and two daughters were all next to each other. It was as if I was viewing prototypes of the same model with slight variations to meet the needs of any buying audience.

While all had golden, tan skin, Katie was the darkest.

While all had large beasts, Emily was the fullest.

Amanda was the least curvy, an attribute I figured to be tied to her age.

There were 3 different iterations of public hair: Katie being as hairless and smooth as the day she was born, possibly waxed or lasered; Emily sporting an immaculately groomed rectangle of dark hair, its borders as defined as the foul lines on a sports field; and Amanda with a handful of days worth of stubble in what appeared to be a "shave-it-all-off-and-let-it-all-grow-back-and-deal-with-it-as-I-feel-like-it" grooming regimen.

All had pronounced inner labia that acted as its own natural adorning jewelry to charm its audience and beckon for further attention.

All had sexy hourglass figures that just screamed feminine sensuality.

Though all sported long, dark hair, Katie and Amanda's included professional highlights while Emily's was sun-kissed with a layer of natural auburn-red.

And, finally, there was...

"Jesse!"

"Huh?'

I heard some laughter and realized that all eyes were on me. How long had I been staring? My eyes darted to my crotch. Thankfully, I wasn't even obviously hard.

Sarah was snapping her fingers in front of my face.

"What's up?"

"Mike has been talking to you," she responded, less than amused.

I turned my head to find Mike and Derek standing up at the table, bemused looks on their faces.

"Can I get you anything," Mike asked, presumably not for the first time.

"Oh," I responded sheepishly, blood rushing to my face, "no, thank you. I'm good right now."

"Sarah? How about you?"

"No, good," Sarah responded, her tone cold and mildly aggressive.

"Sarah, honey?" Katie looked over, a bit of concern in her face, "is everything okay?"

"Oh, sorry," Sarah responded, "I'm okay. I just didn't sleep very well and think I might have pulled something the first match. I'll be okay."

Except for Sarah and I, all eyes of the group whipped to Derek.

"Well," he said, getting up from his seat, "I guess that's my cue."

"Derek is a physical therapist that also specializes in massage," Kelly explained to Sarah and I. "If any part of you is broken or sore, he can fix it."

"Aren't I amazing?"

Derek had a big, shit eating grin on his face as he walked over to Sarah, pulling her a few steps away from the group and starting to talk to her. From the few words that I heard, he was asking about what was bothering her. For Sarah's part, all I heard was "shoulders," "glutes," and "hammy."

There was a European style breakfast spread, with bread, fruit, sliced meats and cheeses set out and, as I settled myself into a seat, I was invited to help myself.

"Plus," Mike said, sliding a Gatorade across the table to me, "start with two of those and make sure you are drinking water constantly throughout the day."

"If you aren't peeing regularly," Katie chimed in, "you aren't doing it right."

"Life lessons by Mike and Katie, folks," Emily said with a heavy dose of sarcasm, "is it any wonder I have never had a UTI?"

Amanda and Kelly laughed.

"No, really," I caught Sarah saying from the side, "I'm sure it's not a big deal. It's fine to set up out here."

I didn't think much of the comment until Emily sat down beside me and whispered, "well, buddy, I suspect you are in for a bit of a show. I'm pretty sure Sarah just said she would prefer to work with Derek outside instead of in the cabin."

"What do you mean?," I whispered back. "What type of show?"

"Oh, just you watch," she said, patting me on the leg.

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It was a very pleasant morning, and I was enjoying the benefits of my situation. My groggy-ness had worn off and, not only had won our first match, but the weather was perfect and, more importantly, I continued to bask in the afterglow of an incredible encounter with Emily the night before. I still couldn't believe how it had finally happened between us. How it was so minimalist yet so powerful. So brief yet so spiritually altering. Not that I was complaining. I hoped that it would lead to much more in the future, and I knew it was time to talk to her about how I really felt. That said, I couldn't think about it, not then. With Em's parents, sister, and friends sitting around me, I didn't trust my body to not respond in inappropriate ways if I let my mind linger on feelings of the night before. So, I did my best to push the memories and sensations out of my mind and focus on the scene at hand. A scene of normal breakfast chatter. Small talk of weather, work and life. I was proud of myself, keeping a straight head and an embarrassment free body. I was even able to avoid any reaction to Emily's hand, which remained on my leg, and whose warmth and electric charge caused me to want to leap out of my chair to take her into my arms... and bed.

But I didn't.

I was good.

That is until Em distracted me with a whisper.

I was appreciative of the solid table. I was appreciative of the table-cloth covering it. I was appreciative of the fact that I was pulled up right to the table and the lower half of my body was essentially out of view. I was appreciative of the fact that it was only Em and I on our side of the table. I was appreciating that I was trying to be good and my mind and body were following along with the plan. But, when Em whispered that I needed to look over at Sarah, all bets were off.

Derek had set them up on the open lawn in front of the cabin, just a few feet away from the table we were eating at. Unlike in an office setting, where they would have been utilizing a therapy table, they were on a blanket on the ground. Also unlike an office setting, where they would have been wearing functional, though flexible clothing, they were obviously fully nude.

If you think about the forced flexibility exercises and stretches that go on in a physical therapists office, you can begin to picture the visual that was presented to me. Sarah was twisted and shifted and opened up to the viewing audience - which to be clear, only consisted of me staring, wide-eyed and slack jawed as the others knew better than to do so - in graphic detail. Plus, to add to the scene, she was moaning and groaning in a seemingly erotic way with each movement.

Legs spread with open pussy and asshole on full display? Check.

Chest and breasts massaged while Sarah purred? Check.

Gaping mouth and a bit of drool? Check.

Actually, that was me.

"Hey, big boy," Emily whispered in my ear, "get control of yourself."

I snapped back to reality and instinctively looked at my crotch. I was hard as a rock and standing straight up under the table.

"Jesse?"

"Huh? What's that?"

Katie and Mike were looking at me, knowing-but-amused looks on their faces.

"I had asked if you needed anything for the next match."

"I... uh... I, I think I'm good," I croaked out of a dry mouth.

Emily, finding great amusement in the situation, wrapped her hand around my cock and offered a very gentle squeeze, her intent certainly not to help the situation.

"They have everything in the tent, Mom," Em said. "No need to worry about us."

Light moans drifted through the warm air and I steeled my nerves to tune them out while, at the same time, shooing Emily's hand from me. It was the almighty's cruelest trick, I thought to myself, the social pressure of denying her touch when having wanted it for so long.

Thankfully, the table was either unknowing or sympathetic to my situation and they pushed forward with conversation, allowing me the distraction I needed to "get control of" and not embarrass myself or anyone else.

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Game time.

It ended up being close to a 5-hour break between matches and our second head-to-head put us under the hot sun. I was appreciative of the relaxation and hydration tips we had been given and started the match playing just as well as the morning. That said, as we got into the second and third game, there was a palpable sense of frustration between the three of us. Sarah was still not herself. Something Emily pressed her about.

"Are we winning or not," Sarah responded in a less-than-chipper tone, "can you please drop it?"

To her point, we ended up winning the second match 15-2, 15-4, 15-5. There were no issues with our dominance, just the way we were gelling.

We didn't go back to the cabin, or to the room, rather went to the main pool, hoping the cool water would calm moods a bit. Sarah seemed to appreciate the location, based on the improved physical comfort, but still had something holding over the group. Emily, citing the need to pee, excused herself for a couple of minutes.

There was only silence in her absence.

To this day, I am not sure if Emily did in fact go pee, or if that was just an excuse, but she returned with drinks.

"Guys," she asked, wading into the water, plastic tumblers in-hand, "I just found out that we have about 3 more hours until our next match. Do you trust me?"

Sarah and I were each handed a cup and a toast was offered.

"To the best teammates I could have," Emily said, her glass raised. "The biggest point of this weekend was to have fun. With that, we have already won. Next up, some hardware and cash."

We joined our cups together with an audible clack of plastic and took a sip.

Though fruity, it was one of the strongest drinks I had ever had.

"Holy shit, Em," I said after nearly choking, "are you serious?"

We each drank for a handful of minutes, mostly making sarcastic remarks about how strong the drinks were, but not shying away from drinking them.

"So, obviously, yes, I am serious about the drinks," Em said after the delay, referencing my previous comment. "And, I have a further suggestion. We've been outside just about all morning. Let's take these drinks and head back to the room. Hang out on the bed, the air conditioning, maybe Netflix and chill."

"Oh, great," Sarah said with a somewhat-sarcastic-though-obviously-loosening tone, immediately getting out of the water, "just what I need."

Apparently, it was.

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It was obvious that the alcohol was having the effect that Emily was looking for even on the way to the room. Sarah was different, back to her normal self. Of course the concept of normal was still a bit skewed, being the tournament and the club and our nudity. But she was laughing again and was not nearly as standoffish. By the time we got to our room we were all finished with our drinks and in good spirits, the magical happy-place just beyond "sleepy" and before "had a bit too much."

Sarah threw herself onto the bed and made herself comfortable. No longer nervous like the day before, she had all of the confidence of Amanda in her exposure, and wriggled around on the cool, clean expanse of white. Was 24 hours in the buff all it took?

Was it the no-room-for-embarrassment necessity of playing on the courts?

Was it the forced exposure with Derek that pushed her ease?

Was it the comfortability of being with her closest friends?

Was it just the alcohol?

Emily plopped to one side of her and cuddled up close to Sarah, instructing me to do the same on her opposite side, all three of us crowded onto the queen bed. It always struck me as amazing how comfortably close some women could be with one another physically, knowing absolutely no men who were the same. Em had taken to gently rubbing up and down Sarah's belly and chest, and Sarah accepted the gentle gesture with pleasure.

"Seems like a drink was all you needed," Em said with a laugh. "What was going on with you?"

"I slept like shit," Sarah sighed. "*Somebody* kept me up."

Her comment was obvious, we were busted. I looked at Em, her cheeks were burning as bright as I felt in my ears.

"Don't get me wrong," Sarah continued, "I'm thrilled for you guys. I mean, how long much longer would I have had to have lived in between the tension of you two lusting after each other?"

A bombshell. Emily had a crush on me?! Since when? How long had I been torturing myself with my fear and inaction? Em and I caught eyes and she quickly looked away and then back, trepidation across her face. She was looking for approval, and I was happy to give it. A simple smile was all it took for her to sigh and return the gesture. My heart swelled.

"And then," Sarah went on, not seemingly even aware of what she had just done, "when Derek had his way with me this morning. Holy shit. Is it wrong to say I wish he would have fucked me right out on the lawn?"

Emily's hand had shifted and she had taken to caressing Sarah's breast.

"So, sorry about being a bitch this morning," Sarah concluded, "the drink did help."

There was silence for a bit, Sarah smiling and content under Emily's soft touch. Had they done this before? Was it a normal occurrence?

"Sarah has such amazing tits. Don't you think, Jess?"

I looked at Emily and she gave me a look. A look that said, all at once "just-go-with-this-it's-okay."

I placed my hand on Sarah's opposite breast sensing her push up with acceptance of my touch. Emily was right, they were amazing. Soft yet firm. Smooth and warm. Her nipple hardened and softened under my touch.

Our hands began to wander.

Over her belly.

Across her neck.

In between her thighs.

It was Emily who actually encouraged me to do it. Catching my eyes and delivering subtle gestures to expand territory.

Sarah accepted every advance eagerly and, for her own part, brought her own hands into the game. Starting with a small palm on a thigh each, Sarah began to touch both Emily and I.

Though I could say that I was surprised by all of it, I was most surprised when Emily first leaned in and kissed Sarah, an obvious indication that things were not going to be slowing down. That this was really all happening.

With a slow-and-cautious approach, I slipped a finger in between Sarah's legs, splitting the cleft of her lips, my digit immediately feeling her wet.

Sarah purred and opened up a bit for me.

I touched her for a bit, teasing around her clit and lips, her body continuing to react and respond positively, nothing other than approval. Sarah seemed in a state of bliss, happy and content with the attention she was receiving from her roommates. She and Emily had been kissing for some time, our hands were all over her, she probably had been edging for some time with the gentle petting across her clit.

But, in business there is a theory that you need to either grow or fail, and Emily did have her MBA.

Em shifted her body and swung her leg over Sarah, straddling her and laying herself down on top of her. The shift kinda' pushed me out of my position and forced me to make a decision: stay engaged or let things unfold without me. The cues all having been positive thus far, I went with option one.

I moved to the foot of the bed and in between Sarah's legs. Though Emily was straddling her across the hips, being that she was so much shorter, there was plenty of room for me to substitute the manual attention I had been giving to Sarah with oral, and my gesture was responded to with further enthusiasm when I first dragged my tongue across her swollen clit.

"Ohhhhhhhhh," Sarah moaned through her engaged mouth.

Emily briefly looked back at me and gave me a wink, a tiny thankful gesture for going along with her plan and a job well done.

Of course, the position also made me realize that Emily could use some attention too. While it was true that it was Emily and I who had already gotten our satisfaction the night before, there was also the possibility that she was getting herself so wound up that she would be the tense one for our next match.

So, doing what I could, I paid attention to both.

It was awkward, physically, having my mouth solidly attached to Sarah, while I used my thumb - blindly and essentially behind my head - on Emily, but she neither rejected my advance initially or expressed displeasure in it over time, and the spreading of her wetness taken as unspoken consent and appreciation.

Sarah's legs began to tighten around my ears. Of course I had never been with her before and could not offer testimony to "how" she orgasmed, but the tiny quivers of her body and the increasing moans offered evidence to her climax.

Her hips pushed into me and I felt her body grow rigid as she rode through that final, glorious swell, and my only personal reaction was to smile when she kicked me away with a limp leg after the conclusion of the crescendo.

The sight in front of me was that of a dream.

Sarah, red, soft and swollen. Glowing and shiny front the combination of my mouth and her wetness. Thoroughly satisfied and spent.

Emily, puffy and beckoning. Milky with her own wetness. Her lips open and ready.

Ready?

Emily was still on top of Sarah, brushing her hair across her face and helping sooth her down from the beautiful agony of her orgasm. But, she was wiggling her butt. Shaking it ever so slightly.

Did I dare?

I lifted my head and offered a long, wet tongue-stroke across her cunt. Bottom to top. Clit to ass. Her response was a satisfied moan, spreading her legs just a little bit wider, pushing her ass up in the air.

I got to my knees and pressed the head of my cock against her, getting its head slick with her wetness, teasing her with a bit of anticipation.

I pushed in and she pushed back, allowing me to enter fully with a long, easy stroke. With no access to her clit I licked my thumb and ringed it around her butthole, an experiment, but one she did not reject.

I went slowly but steadily. Long strokes in-and-out. Prolonging the feelings and sensations.

The enveloping warmth.

The tingle of my nerves.

We did that for a few minutes, Emily emitting tiny whimpers, the only levels of auditory clues from either of us.

But enough to clue in Sarah.

"Oh, hell no," she said suddenly, realizing what was happening on top of her. "You two had your fun last night." She pushed Emily off of her and threw me down onto the bed, wrapping her mouth around my cock and replacing Emily's wetness with her own sloppy spit. "My turn now," she said, straddling me and guiding my cock into her.

I was taken aback. 30 seconds prior I thought she may have been asleep and now she was absolutely taking control. Emily sat to the side of us, wide-eyed and excited.

Sarah settled herself down on me, finally letting out a breathy exhale when she had taken my full length.

"God, yes," she said through a moan. "Now that's what I needed."

She sat still for a moment, her body acclimating to its guest. Tiny reverberations rippled through her, little pings of pleasure on my cock. Emily, apparently not content with just watching the show, decided to sit on my face.

For a moment I was a sex doll, a prop, dutifully tending to Em's pussy with my mouth while allowing Sarah to have her way with my cock. It was game three of the match. We were winning and powering our way to the finish.

It didn't take long for Em's orgasm to build and, like Sarah, I was clued into her climax by the tightening of her legs around my face. She was so wet, and I drank every drop of her nectar as she glided over the waves of pleasure, her body quivering.

When Em finally fell off of me, the lower half of my face covered with her wetness, Sarah immediately took her place, laying herself flat against me and literally licking it off of me.

"Fuck me," she whispered in my ear.

"What?"

"I want you to *fuck* me," she growled. "Hard."

Order received.

I lifted my hips and increased my speed. Of course, to say that I increased my speed was to say that I did anything at all for the first time.

5 miles an hour, a jog.

10 miles an hour, a run.

20 miles an hour, pushing on a bike

100 miles an hour, high speed rail.

Sarah began to get loud. No screaming theatrics. No overacted porn. Just involuntary responses to her body being ravaged.

I felt a flood of wetness and her voice went low, guttural noises emanating from deep inside her. My own time was growing short. Sarah had crossed the finish line, this was the victory lap.

Her body went limp at the same time I felt my own stiffen, my balls tightening and my cock shifting from oak to rock.

"Sarah," I whispered.

No response.

"Sarah, I'm gonna cum," I said with a bit more urgency.

Two things happened.

Sarah rolled off of me and Emily took her place, choking my erupting cock down her throat, swallowing every last drop of my sticky load.

We won the match. We took our victory lap. We held the trophy high. It was time to rest.

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We slept for about an hour and cleaned up.

Though it was an obvious conclusion as we stripped off the bedding to get a new set from housekeeping, Sarah opened up about being a squirter during intense orgasms. Both girls also admitted that it wasn't the first time they had fooled around. There was also one time prior, when we first moved in together, a bit of kissing and petting while drunk.

We won the next match easily, everyone hitting on all cylinders and absolutely on fire with energy, and booked a ticket for the championship the next morning.

There was no more sex that night. No kissing. No petting. No nothing. With Amanda in the room and no more concerns with tenseness or frustration, we all slept well and were ready to play bright and early.

The match was against the assholes who, up to that point, had yielded a grand total of 8 points across all of their matches. Yet, interestingly, it didn't end up being much of a match at all. It was safe to say that the entire club was on our side and we rode the aggregated positive energy to a 3-1, best-out-of-five win. While it was great, and we were all happy for the success and the winnings, there was something almost anti-climatic about it. As if the events of the prior day were the big win and the championship was only icing on the cake.

After a small bit of celebration - first at the main tent and then at the cabin - we said our goodbyes, promising to come back again in the future... definitely as guests and possibly as members.

The car ride home was quiet, with not much more said other than a couple of reminiscent anecdotes about some of our matches - everything focused on the volleyball. Nothing more had been said about Emily and I acknowledging our crushes on the other. Nothing more had been said about the craziness or impulsiveness of our group experience. Would Emily and I have a future together? Had the threesome ruined any chances of any future and we would just go back to being roommates?

I was sadly getting into my own head with thoughts as we got back the apartment, questioning if I should be glad to be home after the eventful weekend, when Emily stopped the group just inside the door.

"So," she said, a twinkle in her eye, "I think I am going to hop in the shower. Wash off the drive, ya' know? Anyone care to join me?"