...Aimee thought no one would notice her disappear. No one was looking, after all. Moreover, she was the smallest of them. It seemed perfectly logical that no one would notice she wasn't above the water with them. Everyone would be oblivious to her butt poking into the air as she dove below to become mound level with her bandmates.
Of course, the alcohol also convinced her that her hair would cling to her shoulders as she swam. Therefore, she could get as close to Crystal as she wanted. It hadn't escaped Aimee's notice that her fellow guitarist had stiff nipples before taking a plunge. Surely her button was stiff, too.
Between no one claiming Aimee's can and the hair tickling her thighs, it took Crystal no time to find the red-head breaking a cardinal rule of skinny dipping. She tapped Allison and Jen on the shoulder before pointing down to Aimee inches away from their pussies. As one, each clamped a hand to the junction of their legs. The busty pair also chose to shield their boobs, but Allison went on the attack. The half-second between six hands moving and Aimee's realization was all she needed. The drummer had a handful of red hair in her clutches before the guitarist could do more than turn. One swift tug later, and Aimee's crimson face breached the chlorine.
"Enjoyin' the view?" Allison asked.
Aimee chuckled nervously.
"Well, if you think that's so funny, " Crystal said, "you'll just love this! The cooler's gettin' low, and you just volunteered to refill it. By goin' through the front!"
"C'mon, be nice," Jen said. "I think a spankin'll suffice."
"Tickle torture all the way," Allison said while wiggling her fingers.
The taunt backfired. Wiggling her fingers loosened Allison's vise grip as well as her free hand. In that moment, Aimee kicked off of Allison's strong legs and swam for freedom. The force may have staggered Allison, but Crystal and Jen were hot on the red head's heels. The head start proved to be insufficient. The pair easily claimed a kicking leg. Despite her thrashing and flailing, Aimee was caught.
"Well that wasn't very nice!" Jen said.
Crystal said, "Guess now we gotta go with Ally's choice!"
As one, the two captors began their assault on the redhead's bare soles. Aimee's struggle increased tenfold under the torture. It didn't help. Crystal and Jen only held tighter. The stroking won out. Aimee gasped and gurgled out a laugh.
And almost instantly it stopped.
As soon as Aimee cried, Allison came and swatted away the hands. Aimee was free to catch her breath.
"The hell's wrong with you two?" Allison asked. "You don't tickle someone by the feet in a pool!"
Crystal knocked her head. Before she could ask, Jen directed her to Aimee. Their confusion dissipated as Aimee coughed up more water. That was definitely the booze, they thought.
"Always go for the neck," Allison continued.
Jen squealed. In order to make her point, Allison was demonstrating on Jen.
"Or the underarms."
"Ally!"
"Or the ribs."
"Stop!"
"Or the belly!"
"DA-DAMN IT!"
Jen fought to protect her bare skin from Allison's nimble strokes. It was no use. All that time on the drums made her hands lightning fast. All the bassist managed to do was jiggle her boobs. That was enough to stop Aimee, though. Crystal may have been her crush, but the red head wasn't going to pass on big bouncing tits.
Aimee shrieked.
Not without interference, anyway.
"Still pervin' on us, huh?" Crystal said. "You're still not off the hook y'know!"
Following Allison's examples, Crystal resumed her assault on Aimee. There were now two girls hollering in laughter, and two girls focused only on making them cry louder.
Which meant there were zero girls watching Aimee's house. Zero girls to notice the figure peering over the fence at them. At the lack of clothing surrounding the cooler and empty cans.
Total Breakdown's increasing success was not a secret from the world. Nor was it any secret that the world's affections for them weren't entirely pure. Now that the lot of them had left Aimee's house unattended and themselves vulnerable, someone was taking advantage of a presumably unlocked door.
The only question was: who is it?
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