Hot Springs Horror #NaNoWriMo2020

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"You guys should skinny dip!" Millie's words slurred out of her mouth a bit louder than I would have hoped for. If any other spring-goers were in the area, they would have heard her; and there was no more room in the water.

I felt cramped. I wasn't claustrophobic, nor did I mind speaking to strangers or making small-talk. But in the darkness, in the middle of nowhere, in a global pandemic... I disliked the turn the situation was taking.

The group of guys—in their thirties, from what I understood—had been there for no longer than fifteen minutes before Millie started teasing them. Before the skinny dip comment, she'd made it clear some of us were in the nude, garnering the attention of two of the dudes in particular. One of them—the one who'd settled into Millie's old spot with his back to the fields—said nothing. But the others began to make bets on how big everyone's boobs were.

In normal times, I would have laughed. I'd join in, debate on how big their penises were, maybe even let them feel me up for the sake of their little size contest. But since the previous year, I'd grown more and more shy about my body. I'd lost interest in the dirty humor I once enjoyed, and grew uncomfortable when anyone got overly flirtatious.

So squeezed between my horny friend and my high one, facing three guys that I couldn't see the faces of, I tensed.

"What's in it for us?" asked one of the guys, swimming closer, his outline showing a messy man-bun.

Millie splashed him as she giggled. "You'll feel good. Trust me, being in here naked is nice."

"Oh, I believe it," he said, splashing her back.

I gagged as I imagined them playing footsie under the water. They were only a few feet away from each other, and I had no doubt they would soon get closer.

"I mean, if everyone else is game, might as well." The Middle guy—I called him that because he wasn't quiet, but not as outspoken as Man-bun boy—stood up, slid his shorts down, and dragged them out of the water. "Done."

Man-bun did the same, and tossed his boxers onto the platform. They sloshed as they hit the wood, and knocked one of our White Claws into the water. Millie and him reached for it at the same time, then proceeded to play tug-of-war, until he conceded.

"What about you, darling?" he said, inching closer to me. He had a faint whiff of cologne mixed with dirt and sweat, and I wrinkled my nostrils. "When I flashed my light around earlier, you were the only one wearing something. A cute little coral shirt, yeah?"

I nearly choked. "Not a shirt, but yes."

He got into my space, his knees pushing against mine. I recoiled, but that didn't seem to stop him. "Want me to help you take it off? Since we're all supposed to be in the nude, and all."

I raised my hand, prepared to slap him; but Jenny luckily dashed between us. "Rose won't be removing any clothing, so leave her alone." Her voice was ethereal and a bit zoned-out, but I sensed her pushing Man-bun away, to my relief.

"Thank you," I whispered to her as she returned to her spot.

"I may be out of it, but no one messes with my girl," she said, likely meaning to whisper, but too intoxicated to control her volume.

"Whatever." Man-bun grunted and I caught him grabbing Millie by the arm and yanking her into his lap as he sat on the opposite end of the spring. "Five out of six, huh?"

I glanced in the direction of Quiet-guy, who I hadn't seen move a muscle since he'd slipped into the water. To my surprise, he perked up, and I soon heard his slopping swim trunks squish onto the bank. "Done."