30: A Night of Teen Stupidity [1]

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The warm sea breeze kissed my cheeks as gently as the waves rocked beneath the yacht, the subtle sway of the ship feeling like second nature by now.

But we paid no mind to the maritime rhythms, our conversation and laughter drowning out the background noise.

It all started with Amber and me catching up on our summer adventures.

She had jetted off to Italy to spend time with her European cousins, regaling us with tales of her exploits.

Meanwhile, I had a more laid-back summer, hiking through Phoenix and hanging out with exotic animals with my Uncle Charlie. Apparently, that wasn't adventurous enough for Amber. Nobody appreciates nature anymore.

Tara, on the other hand, had embarked on a truly unique adventure, spending her vacation in Egypt with excavation crews and delving into the study of ancient curses with her mother.

Talk about a mother-daughter bonding experience.

Before long, the conversation shifted, and we found ourselves engaged in a game of poker.

"I hate this game." Tara grumbled as she folded her cards, squirming uncomfortably as she shed her tank top to reveal a matching pair of black bikinis.

Oh, did I forget to mention? It was strip poker.

"I love this game." I muttered to myself, but before I could revel in my own cleverness, Tara threw her sandals at me in frustration. I dodged them with ease.

As Tara seethed with a mixture of embarrassment and anger, Amber wasted no time in joining her in bikini attire. Hers featured a striking savanna print with tiger patterns, and unlike Tara, she seemed completely at ease with her body on display, even going so far as to tantalize me with her smooth, long legs draped across the table.

"All in!" Amber yelled, pushing her bets forward with one hand while clutching her cards close to her chest with the other.

"Sure you want to do that?" I smirked, eyeing my hand. "You're playing a risky game."

"Talk to yourself, dickhead." Amber shot back, not wrong in her assessment.

Here I was, in my boxers – poker not exactly being my forte – but hey, I wasn't complaining about the view.

"Fine. All in." I replied, pushing all my chips forward.

We all took a swig of our drinks, the table already littered with multiple bottles. It seemed I wasn't the only one who had raided his father's liquor cabinet; Amber had brought a few bottles herself, and we all indulged whenever a round ended.

Tara took charge of dealing this round. The flop revealed a 3 of hearts, 4 of clubs, and two 7s – one spade and one diamond. Tara turned over the final card, revealing a Queen of spades.

Amber smirked at the sight of the card and tossed in her hand.

"Take that." She crowed, revealing 3 and 4 of diamonds.

"It's a two pair." Tara commented.

I glanced at my cards again and crumbled.

"Well, shit." I muttered, tossing my cards aside halfheartedly. Amber chuckled, reveling in her victory.

Tara turned over my cards and Amber's smile faltered, replaced by a grin on my end.

"A 7 of hearts and a Queen of clubs." Tara announced. "A full house."

"And he does it again!" I exclaimed, jumping out of my seat in celebration. I grabbed the nearest bottle and took a swig.

"Thank you for playing." I said, bowing theatrically before stumbling back against the deck. "Now, losers."

I straightened up, casting a smug grin at Tara and Amber. "I expect you to follow through on your turns."

"Stupid, stupid game." Tara muttered, her cheeks flushing red and her fingers fidgeting as she reached for her straps.

Meanwhile, Amber sauntered over to me, her hips swaying seductively.

"You want to see me naked, Stiles?" She purred, drawing out my name. I swallowed hard as she drew nearer.

"I lost, so I guess, as a good girl, I should shed these stuffy bikinis." She continued, biting her lip as she halted just inches away from me. She stood a few inches shorter than me, but on her tiptoes, she reached up, her face close to mine.

I could feel the warmth radiating from her body as her hands gently glided over my bare chest, drawing closer. Her intense green eyes met mine, locking in a mesmerizing gaze.

"But I'm not feeling like a good girl tonight." She whispered, nipping playfully at my earlobe. Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer. "In fact, I feel a bit bad, rebellious."

"So..." Her fingers grazed my cheeks as she leaned in, her breath warm against my skin. "How about I do this?"

My eyes widened as her lips pressed against mine, her fingers tangling in my hair as her legs wrapped around me.

I was taken by surprise, but I quickly surrendered to the moment, dropping the bottle as I reciprocated the kiss. Amber moaned, seeking entry to my mouth, exploring every inch of me.

One moment, I was pulling her closer, and the next, gravity took hold, and we tumbled backward. Amber's eyes widened in realization as we fell, but I didn't let go. Instead, I pulled her with me, plunging into the lukewarm water below.

The waves crashed against my back, and she probably thought I'd release her, but I didn't. Instead, I pulled her with me into the lukewarm water. She tasted like wine, sweet and smooth.

Amber's panic didn't last long as she surrendered to the kiss, the water enveloping us in silence. We kept our lips locked for as long as we could until we had to come up for air, gasping for breath as we surfaced.

As we surfaced for air, gasping for breath, Amber muttered, "Damn."

"Damn." I agreed.

"You're a great kisser."

"Thanks."

"So, was that enough for a naughty girl's penalty?" She asked, pushing away from me and swimming a few feet away.

"If that's what we do for penalties, I wouldn't mind losing every game." I replied cheekily.

Amber chuckled, splashing water in my direction. I returned the favor.

A splash hit my back, and before I knew it, I instinctively turned around. A pair of hands slid over my legs and up to my chest as a black, wet bun of hair emerged above the water.

Arms enveloped my neck as we stood in the sea, our foreheads touching. She exhaled, the warmth of her breath tingling my neck. Tara stared into my eyes as she pressed her chest against mine.

"Hold your breath." She muttered.

"What?" Before I could finish my words, Tara pulled me into the water. We were a meter down before I realized.

Instinctively, I looked above to find the yacht's light, but a pair of long legs wrapped around my hip and arms turned my head back. Soft lips crashed into mine.

My eyes widened for a second time tonight as Tara grabbed my neck and pulled me down, kissing me hard as her tongue shot through my lips and explored every inch of it.

It felt amazing and at the same time strange. I felt my very soul human in joy. For one sweet second, I forgot everything that happened this night and gave in.

It felt perfect as we both drowned. This one was different than before. If Amber made me feel an adrenaline rush, Tara kept me calm. Amber felt like a rollercoaster while Tara felt like a countryside car ride. If Amber was wine, Tara was whiskey, intoxicating and firm.

And I can't believe I'm comparing them both.

Half of me hasn't even believed that this is happening, while the other half is convinced it's another one of my lucid dreams. But the hair brushing against my face made me snap.

My eyes jolted open as I felt Tara staring into mine. I felt her eyes calling for me. I wrapped my hands around her, my fingers running through her back and hair as we twirled as one body.

We pushed the kiss to its length before slowly resurfacing. Just before we came up, Tara released me from her grip just as I let her go.

As soon as we were up, Tara reached for me and pulled me close, her fingers pinching the nip of my chest.

"Ah. Ah. Ah!" I winced as she twisted it.

"If you even breathe a word about what happened down there." She twisted it further, making me scream, "I will cut your balls and stuff them in your mouth. Got it?"

"Gotcha." I winced heavily as she released me.

We both climbed up onto the deck, joining Amber who had poured us each a drink ready to go.

We clinked our glasses and gulped them down.

And I slumped back on the floor, wondering whether I had used up all of my remaining luck of the rest of my life.

I gazed at the dark sky in silence while Tara and Amber laid next to me, with both their heads on each sides of my shoulders.

The swim and the liquor draining all their left up energy to continue the charade and I was thankful for that.

This night was truly a miracle.

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A/N: I just feel like the past few chapters have been a bit slow or somewhat on the same context... Does anybody else feels that way.

Comment your thoughts, I appreciate it.