For most people, Monday is the most embarrassing day of the week. But for students on summer holidays? It all depends on where and how to spend it.

Lena basked in the hot sun. A hubbub was heard nearby - her friends were chopped into a "fool." The girl rose slightly when she was called. Once again she sent the guys in FIG - for the third time, she was jokingly offered to play strip.

It was what to shoot on the beach then!

There were seven of them here - three guys and four girls. Everyone studied at the same university, although from Lena’s classmates only Oleg was here, around which this company spun, and Olga, with whom the girl had not yet been able to talk.

After what happened two days ago, Elena was ready for anything. The girl had enough time to sober up and think about everything. But Olya only reddened slightly, meeting Lena’s gaze and got into the car. And she still hasn't said a word to her friend, laughing along with everyone, but strenuously avoiding meeting Elena's views. Even her towel was spread on the other side of the guys.

Lena finally crushed in the sun. It was still terribly pleasant to just wallow and sunbathe, laughing at loud jokes. Fortunately, summer this year began on schedule - hot and hot, coming, as it should be, immediately after the exams.

Call Elena realized that this was her phone only when she was pushed, pointing to her purse. The girl blushed slightly at the thought that she was lucky that no one had thought of going inside to bring her phone to her ear. It was a shame to think that the guys could find inside.

"Number is not defined." Lena's eyes widened slightly. Only not here! Just not in front of all her friends!

- Hello? She asked timidly.

- Where are you? - still the same calm and confident voice of Benedict.

Neither you say “hello,” nor “how are you?” Nor “how did it go with Olya?”. Immediately to the point.

“On the beach,” the girl answered honestly, and after a little thought, she added, “with friends.”

- City? - the question followed instantly.

- No, wild. On the Ob Sea, ”Lena replied, and, catching her eyes on a slightly hushed company, with her lips said:“ Mom. ”Everyone immediately looked at each other and began to speak a little quieter, avoiding the mats.

“Switch to your headset quietly and go swimming,” Benedict ordered after a delay of ten seconds. “Let me know as soon as you can talk without witnesses.”

For a few seconds, Lena painfully wondered how to put the earpiece in secret before she realized that everything was very simple. The girl took off her sunglasses, pulled off the gum, hair tightening. She shook her head and climbed to put it all in her purse. I squeezed a small headset in my hand, pretended to be looking to the side, the benefit of it was sitting on the edge of the rest of the company, and fixed the headset, already habitually covering it with hair.

“I'll go refreshing,” she threw to the others, heading for the water. I looked over my shoulder, going almost up to my waist, but the rest of the guys didn’t even think to break away from the game to swim. “Everything, I'm in the water,” she said in a whisper, slowly moving forward.

“Describe your swimsuit,” Benedict's voice immediately rang out.

- Separate, emerald green.

“You must look great in him,” a short chuckle. “Go a little deeper and take off your panties,” Benedict continued without a trace of laughter. - I give thirty seconds.

Lena felt her cheeks burn. It was just what she was afraid of, barely seeing the inscription “the number is not determined”. The master did not care where she was and with whom. He called - and Lena is obliged to carry out everything he says. Otherwise, the game will end. Forever and ever.

Elena was scared to think what would happen if her friends found out what game she decided to play.Of the three guys, only one of them, the tall Timur, had a girlfriend - the rest by chance were in a free search. And, as Lena suspected, they would not miss such a case, even taking into account the two years of friendship.

Trying not to look back and not to think about her friends, who were sitting near the water, about fifteen meters from Lena, she took a couple more steps, going almost up to her chest and, putting her hands in the water and picking up the fabric on her thighs, “whacked” down, hiding under water to the shoulders. Burning with shame, she pulled off her tight swimming trunks, tightly squeezing them in her fist.

“Done,” she said softly, feeling the cold water bathe her naked body.

“Fifteen,” Benedict stopped counting. - Swim back and forth and tell me what the beach is.

Lena, trying not to swim far away in order not to leave the reception area of ​​the headset, in a whisper described everything she saw around.

Along the Ob Sea there were such wild beaches. Fifty meters of sand stretched about ten meters wide along the coast. Then there was a high cliff - about four meters in height, in which someone carefully hollowed out steep steps. From above almost immediately began a forest.

There was only one road to the beach, so bumpy that not every driver decided to drive along it. But on the beach almost never had anyone. In addition to Lena's company, there were six people here - a family with two young children of ten years old, and a young couple perched far away from everyone, gently caressing, throwing embarrassed glances at the others. It seems they would be much more happy if there was no one else besides them.

Elena cut circles in the water, sailing from the shore for about fifteen meters. Each time, all she had to do was move her legs to push off and swim a couple of meters, like the water flowing around her tender lips immediately reminded Lena that she was not wearing panties.

The warm water somehow unusually cooled her body, cooling it outside and inflaming it from the inside. Lena felt like poured inside the desire. She felt her nipples slowly hardened. The mere thought of what she did under the nose of her friends aroused her. And the realization that it is being led by someone else’s hand made the hole whine blissfully, slowly turning off modesty.

Lena was just describing a young couple, when suddenly the girls from her company got up and headed toward the shore, running into the water, running mischievously and began to splash. The guys hesitated a little and soon ran out with shouts. Only Olga remained on the shore, stretching out in the sun.

- Topi! - Oleg fun shouted, clicking on the shoulders of Dina. She only had time to scream, before disappearing under water.

- Spoil your hair - I'll kill you! - Lenka snapped the first thing that came to mind, seeing Vadim heading toward her.

To herself, she thought about how not to break the earpiece. Nor did Lena want to let anyone near her, fearing that the lack of the bottom half of the swimsuit would be noticed through the turbid water.

Benedict was silent. Probably listened. And for some reason, it seemed to Lena that he would definitely be happy if the lack of panties on the girl comes up.

- Lenka, drove a race! - threw Dink, trying to fix a wet hairstyle.

- No, I'd rather swim here, - the girl strenuously drove away from herself the idea that her friend swam almost close. Elena lowered her hand with squeezed swimming trunks lower, trying not to turn to face Dina, fearing that she would notice something extra.

“Well, look,” the girl smiled. - They'll charge - blame yourself!

Dina turned and swam into the open sea. The guys went after her. Lena, having made sure that the others, too, became blurred, whoever, quickly finished describing the young couple.

“Wear swimming trunks and get out of the water,” said Benedict with a slight sadness in his voice. Although, perhaps, the girl was just heard. - Take a handbag and go upstairs to the cars.

Elena, glad that she had carried it, quickly pulled on her panties, which was not so easy to do under water. I picked up a handbag on the beach. Olya opened her eyes, but when she saw Lena, she looked away to the side.

The girl mentally shrugged.She now is not exactly up to deal with Olga. If she's not ready to talk ...