Chapter 266

The game of tag was a little less organized than when the girls and I had played Marco Polo earlier in the week, but things quickly escalated to similar levels of shenanigans both with the not-quite-cheating of girls trying their hardest to get me tagged through distractions or just grabbing on to me and weighing me down. I got flashed multiple times, and my cock was fully erect in my shorts and caused some drag as I swam around due to all the groping and rubs it was getting. That wasn’t the only part of me that was getting frequent pat-downs though; my ass was grabbed frequently, and my abs, chest and back all got their fair share as well.

And that wasn’t even mentioning the little kisses. Most of the girls were good swimmers but weren’t the sort of swimmers who could keep themselves afloat in one place just with their legs. Making out, or even just kisses longer than a solid peck, became difficult when they had to work their arms to tread water as well.

Anyone else might have been surprised by which girl did it first, but I just grinned as Ami stripped off her bikini top and tossed it onto one of the porches before swimming over to me and pressing her bare chest to mine as she gave me a titty-licious hug. It didn’t take long for the others to join them. Becca and Wanda were the last to join in, and not for any lack of enthusiasm. They were simply the farthest out from the boat when the tops started coming off.

Once the tits were out, the game of tag seemed to change a bit. There was still someone who was ‘it’ and trying to tag other people, but the girls also seemed to develop a second game going on at the same time. I couldn’t tell how they organized it, but I had a rotation of one of them after another swimming up to me and teasing me, eventually letting me grope them as they got a firm hand on my cock, before pulling away with stiff nipples and giggling laughs only to be replaced by another one of them.

In the midst of the game, I noticed something that put a distracted frustration in my mind. Terra and JC were up on the top deck, sitting on the edge and talking. I had a feeling the choice of perch had been made by Terra before all the tops had come off. They were talking, or it more looked like Terra was talking whenever I glanced up at them. JC was clearly distracted, struggling to keep his eyes away from the glimpses of tit as the girls were swimming around or treading water. I can’t even really blame him; I would have had the same issue from his spot.

I could also tell that Terra was getting frustrated. She was going through a ringer with her emotions, or our emotions, and based on what I was seeing JC wasn’t giving her what she needed in the moment. She was still talking, but her glances were looking down whenever there was a loud bark of laughter or splashing amidst the game. I could tell she wanted to be downhere having fun, but felt like she needed to work on things.

I couldn’t help but feel bad for all that I’d done to her relationship. But I also felt like shit because of the little voice in the back of my head that was cheering, seeing the way they were. Seeing JC distracted, and Terra unhappy. Not that I wanted her unhappy. I wanted her to be unhappy with him.

“Tiger,” Cassidy said, swimming up and distracting me from my latest glance up at Terra. “Hi!”