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Followup to Nostalgia! Based on the S Tails and the Sonic character adaptations of Edtropolis's artwork!

Thanks to my proofreaders, DukeFerret and psydrosis!

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Naked First Impressions

Our safe word was "sunrise", because it reminded Tails of the night I walked him naked through the biggest city in the state. Reminds him of that feeling in his chest, he told me; those empty streets, that mix of excitement and humiliation, that look of "Please look out for me, Fiona" still fresh in my mind. The mischief and intrigue that came together until not only did nothing seem real, but nothing even mattered. I'm sure you know what I mean. It's the kind of idea so stupid, you shame yourself for thinking it long after it happened. Nobody got hurt, but damn if it doesn't leave you second guessing. And when the panic finally dissolves, you're forced to ask yourself, once and for all: was it a good decision, or not? The answer for me was the look on his face. The way he treated me afterwards. The way he talks now. When you've made somebody so happy that you feel the ripples long into the future, the worst thing you can do is waste time wondering what could've been better. So, yes. It was a good decision. And no one is ever going to convince me otherwise.

The next morning, he told me about this crazy dream he had. We woke up in the same bed cuddling, the sun gleaming through the blinds, until suddenly, he realized he still didn't have any clothes. So, he asks me for a naked walk back through the city, in broad daylight, where everybody can see. Of course, I said yes. No one was laughing, though; just the two of us holding hands while everybody left him alone. Well, except for a few...you know. Outliers. I told him that's kinky, then tossed him a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt for the road.

I wish I could've done that, though. It sounded powerful. I love that about Tails; you could talk to him for hours and still have more crazy shit to unravel. I think about that night a lot, as the months come to pass. Sometimes I think about the luck it'd take to expose him any more than that. To see him happy, embarrassed, excited, in love. And one day, I got that opportunity. Though maybe that'd come at a cost. I thought maybe he wasn't ready.

There I go again, wasting my time.

My fingertips tingled on the steering wheel as I parked the car, the nerves from him in the passenger seat hitting me with that unnamed feeling. My black one piece was already heated from the sunlight. We got the closest spot; I guess that person just left. Lucky us, huh? Lucky him. I hope.

You know how some objects in your house have stayed in place for so long, they just become features rather than what they really are? This was a fallen picture frame, and the second I picked it up, I was taken straight back to those college days. Out the windshield, right on the bench, three women chatting, laughing, sifting the sand in their toes; three mid-twenties women I've known all too well to ever change for good. For example, Amy's got a new bikini with pearls, panties straps stretching to two X's on her V-cut, but I can already tell she got it yesterday. Never seen her wear the same one twice. Well, spending the last couple years tagging along with Rouge on her fashion agent trips will add some weight to your wardrobe. I'll never understand--every time, without fail, she gets the most lenient scheduled internships, but somehow never sticks with the company for a job.

Oh, speaking of Sticks, her blocky quads caught me off guard; I had to double take for her car. Usually had an orange kayak on top. She would hike here, though; she practically does for a living as a wildlife biologist?the pictures she takes look like Bob Ross paintings. Frankly, two weeks of downtime in the city for her is a rough patch. Well, it's a gift on our part. And it's the perfect weather out. I rolled the window down to feel the breeze...wow. Tails really does have one shot at this, doesn't he? Like I said at the beginning: a picture frame in time.

"How do you feel?" I asked him.

"Like I'm in a whole 'nother universe," he sighed. "One that's objectively, canonically different from the source material in every conceivable way."

"Then I get why you're nervous," I said. "I can't promise you won't be that way, but I can promise they'll be nice to you. If it's too intense, just give me a nudge."

The sun through the windshield was scathing. He swallowed like he was getting ready to say something. He looked at his own body and shook his head. "Do you think we could just meet up at a restaurant or something instead?"

"We could," I said, "but you told me all week that you wanted this."

"Yeah."

"So, no offense, but we're here now. If I turn around, the day's done; my friends aren't gonna wait for me."

"I don't think this can be overthought, though," he mumbled. "I don't..."

He kind of lost himself after that. To be honest, I was a bit frustrated with him. My hands couldn't stay on the steering wheel all day, but if he had it his way, that's exactly what he'd want.

"Want me to turn around?" I asked.

I counted: one second. Two seconds. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight.

"No," he spat, shaking his head, catching me off guard. "You're right. I got this far. I gotta go the full way!"

I nodded. That's what you do. You say that one thing that gets in his head and makes him realize he can't keep validating the same things that keep him up at night.

I leaned over and kissed his forehead. "It'll all be alright. I promise."

"Okay."

"And if you ever get uncomfortable or my friends are too rowdy, I'll know how to turn it into a good time. Okay?"

"...Okay."

"All right," I said, grabbing the door handle. "On three?"

"A bit more time."

"Don't be long," I said, collecting the basket in the back seat before opening the door.

I opened the door and stepped out, fixing my sunglasses before I waved to my friends at the bench. I took out my shades as the sunlight hit my eyes, the sound of my red flip flops quieting from the concrete to the sand. I don't mean to brag, but I always thought the sunlight made my fur a sexy auburn. Okay, maybe I'm bragging a bit. But I need that confidence.

"Hey, Fiona!"

Of course, Amy's the loudest-yet another thing that hasn't changed. I reservedly waved and put on my best smile.

"Hey, girl, how've you been?" I asked, counting to three before asking, "You still rocking that internship?"

"Good, and actually, I'm on a new one!" she beamed. "It's Palmtree Mountain. It's that same shitty beer we used to drink back in college, but, y'know, they don't need to know that."

"I won't tell anyone," Rouge laughed, towering over me as usual with her hourglass body, bust looking even bigger up close. Those had to be my imagination. I mean, fake. I'm not jealous, shut up.

"Wait, you're working together now?" I asked.

"Oh, please, darling, I texted you about it three times," she said, "the agency's partnering with Palmtree to advertise our new tropical lineup. Half the reason why I'm here is to set the tone, get the mood, know what I mean?"

"Sorry," I grumbled. "Just been distracted lately. Receptionist work and all."

"I hear you," Sticks said, "I've been exhausted all week. Took a hike this morning just to wake myself up."

I rolled my eyes. "How do you do it."

"One foot in front of the other," she joked. "Honestly, though, I don't even know. I should be on break, but I can't help waking up to see the grasshoppers at sunrise."

"Must be really pretty," I said. "I don't see many, myself."

"Maybe I'll take you to a hike one day," she offered. "You and your boyfriend, too."

"Speaking of him, where's he at?" Amy asked. "I'd love to meet him!"

"Oh, he's just taking his time," I chuckled.

And we talked some more. And we waited. Talked some more, and waited. Though he never did come out. A part of me was starting to get worried.

"Um," Rouge mumbled awkwardly. "I'd...be happy to see him!"

Sticks put her hands on her hips and pursed her lips. "He comin' out?"

"Yeah," I said, fending off my thoughts. I cupped my hands over my mouth; maybe he just needed a little boost.

"I'm gonna count to three!"

The girls had a good cackle over that just as the door clicked open. We saw his bare feet jump after touching the scorching concrete. Gotta move, Tails! Please. My heart was pounding; he's really gonna do this! Slowly but surely, the car door closed, and that skinny, hunched, dorky image of Tails crept into view.

And just as his hands threw over his crotch, all my friends burst out laughing.

Whoops.

So...how do I say this? Tails has a really_small penis. Four inches hard on a good day. And he's _super embarrassed about it. He's told me about how his past girlfriends always kind of looked away at it. He even had one girl turn him down just because it didn't reach her G-spot. Yeesh...she had pictures of him, too. For months, I told him "Fuck those girls, it's not your fault, you can still have a satisfying sex life," but all in all, it's a tough change to make. Then again, that's the point. That kind of damage to a manhood could crush his dignity into never trying anything dangerous ever again.

Joke's on them.

He fucking loves small penis humiliation.

And we've already got a long history of it.

As he walked to my side, I gave him a scratch behind the neck for good measure, then glided my hand down to the small of his back and rubbed it gently. I already felt him vibrate there as he stood naked in front of all my friends, hands still shielding his crotch while his embarrassment was on full display.

"So yeah, this is my boyfriend!" I said. "Tell 'em about yourself!"

"I, uh...." He said shakily. "Yeah, so, I, uh...I work as an account manager in C-Fox. It's...I mean, I spend time sorting through people's...stuff." He chuckled and dipped a bit. "Sorry, I'm blanking on it."

"That's okay, honey," I added quickly. "He lives in the city, he's a big fan of football and good beer?Amy, you'd get along with him! And of course, he's always been a bit of a naturalist, so it's awesome that he finally gets a chance to try that out. Meet good friends, get naked in public...what could go wrong?"

Tails snickered.

"You okay?" I asked.

"It's just," he struggled. "It's a lot."

"What, being naked in front of four hot chicks in bikinis?" Rouge asked with a smirk. "What's there to worry about?"

"Technically, Fiona's in a one piece."

"Yeah," I said, "and you've got your hands."

A small snicker came from my friends, and I felt a shiver down his spine. He twisted his forearms in and slouched so low he was sticking his butt out further.

"Gotta drop 'em at some point," Sticks said.

"Yeah, Tails," Amy laughed, "show us your dick!"

"Amy!" Sticks scolded.

"Maybe he's hiding something down there," Rouge said, looking at him head to toe.

Amy snickered. "What the fuck does _that_mean?"

"No, it's just," she smiled slyly in response, "it has to be really small, like a thong or something."

"That's somehow worse than being flat out naked," Sticks laughed.

"Yeah," Rouge mused, eyeing him down. "Wow, you're right, the more I look at him-"

"He's actually naked," Amy bleated.

"No! No, no, no, wait, you have to be hiding something!"

"He ain't hidin' much," I smirked.

And just like that, we exploded in an absolute fit of laughter. It wasn't long before tears ran down our cheeks as we clamped our mouths, all the while I felt Tails shivering with embarrassment. He bit his lip as his tails went limp, and his cheeks turned brighter than a sunburn. I don't think I'd ever seen him so humiliated in my entire life; not even since the chastity cage incident! And that's not even counting the few people walking past us who'd just gotten here. I know this might be harsh, but I've been with him a long time. I know how subtle he gets. So, listen; when I say that the goosebumps and knuckles jutting out was a sign, I know exactly what it means.

"All right, girls, please," I pleaded through tears, "he's suffered enough!"

"You were laughing, too!" Amy protested.

Sticks put her palm out to my boyfriend. "Tails, I promise we're not complete bitches!"

He smiled meekly. "It's alright, it's alright, I figured!"

"Makes you feel any better, I was considering ditching the bikini," Rouge pointed to herself. "I'm low on suntan lotion, but maybe you'll inspire me to jump in some other day!"

"Actually, I looked at the reviews," Sticks said, "nobody here ever actually goes nude. One too many swimsuit shops just down the block hit the big time, and now everybody would rather show off their wallet than their bodies."

Amy grit her teeth. "Tough crowd."

"No kidding!" she responded. "It's really bad! I heard they're just thinking of turning it into a regular beach."

"Guess he came at the right time," Rouge said. "Well, frankly, I think he looks great in the nude. We really don't deserve the right to be hard on him. Life is short, sometimes you gotta try new things."

"Trust me, you'd be surprised at a _lot_of things we've done in the past," I bragged, hugging him closer. "Anyway, everybody ready for the beach?"

"Sure thing!" Amy said, everybody chiming in as they walked through the sandy plains, leaving the toughest part behind us.

As the crowd became not-so-distant, Sticks told us this story about a guy at the smoothie shop messed up her order and somehow ended up making it better, but it was super hard to pay attention, 'cause I wanted to make sure Tails was doing all right. He was really tense. All hunched over and lips retracted like a backwards pufferfish; he tried grinning, but he was still blushing hard. The closer we got to the crowd, the more often he sucked in air, like he was bracing himself. At the midway point, he'd already gotten a bit of attention, and I saw his legs quiver, like he was repressing the reflex to run the other way. That dumb grin and that shy posture only became more pronounced the further out we waded into the public; I asked him if he was fine. He told me, "yeah." Just that. No "sunrise."

The thing about Tails is whenever he gets nervous or embarrassed, he kind of locks up and goes silent. It happened ever since our first dinner date?god, I had to start so many of those conversations. I'm not faulting him for it this time, but a lot of things he does get lost in translation, and you kind of have to force it out of him. In this case, he had completely forgotten to explain his love of naturalism to my friends, and now he's just kind of...naked.

I actually didn't realize how bad this looked until we were setting up the umbrellas. We picked the most wide open spot just a few yards from the water, which also happened to box us in with a shitload of sunbathers. Meanwhile, Tails was visually shaking as a bunch of people behind him adjusted their sunglasses to get an eyeful of him. I even saw him curl his tails over his buttcrack to cover himself...poor guy.

"Hey Tails," I exclaimed, "you're a hell of a view!"

He nodded meekly. "I guess so."

I gave him a seductive smile and gave his ass a firm grip. "You think they'll mind if I do this?"

"Stop," he begged playfully, shying away from my gaze.

Amy craned her neck around Rouge's chest. "Something happen?"

"Nothing," I said, "just reminding him that all my friends are guaranteed to see your dick eventually," adding the "your" just to make him suffer.

Rouge shrugged playfully. "It's true!"

"Yeah, duh, so is everybody else," Amy crooned. "You sure you don't have a fig leaf or something?"

Sticks put her finger up. "No, it blew away when he walked over here."

"Eve over here took it from him," Rouge said, her thumb pointed at me.

I swear, the minute I heard that, I buried my face in my hands and held back all my laughter. I was trying to make this wholesome, but god, were they making it difficult. After ten seconds, I was good, but mark my words, I'm gonna use that one sometime!

Sticks rolled her eyes. "Weren't we gonna go easier on him?"

"Well, it's true!" Amy said. "Did I ever tell you about the boyfriend that used to bench press me? I met him here while he was naked, too!"

Yeah, I'll spare you the details. She and Rouge picked out their sunglasses from the basket between them. Then I spread out my towel just right of Sticks, who was staring at the sun to get the little color blob in her eye (I don't get it, either) making us a line of five. It's good, right? Plenty of room, good angle for the sun, and best of all, Tails gets trapped in the middle. Gives him a lot of time to be some eye candy.God, I'd do terrible things to him if it wouldn't get us kicked out, but I shouldn't get ahead of myself.

I laid out his towel, but he didn't sit. Letting my sunglasses down, I watched him giggle to himself just to keep some sort of composure while the girls relaxed on both sides. His twin tails started to helix together, and he was shifting his legs for extra coverage. I'll admit, I stayed quiet. Just for a bit. Because seeing him like that brought back the best memories. That angle of his ass is something I hadn't seen since we were out camping and I threw his only pair of shorts out the treehouse. I bit my lip, clutching my thighs...ugh, sometimes it hurts to wait.

I think he was forgetting where he was. He was alert to the ocean with no sails in the distance; I know that look. I thought I heard him say something, so I put my hand on his back and got to my knees.

"Did you say something?" I asked.

"Th-they're all looking at me," he shook.

"No they aren't, honey," I said, now facing him so close our snouts nearly touched. "It's clothing optional! These people care more about getting a sunburn than your naked body."

"I get that," he moaned, looking around at all the swimsuits, "just feel like...a bit of an...outlier."

"Babe, come on," I laughed, "these people are one gentle breeze away from falling asleep. I know how you feel, but everybody's just here to have fun. Why not join them?"

"Because," he said drearily, "your friends are, uh...clearly thinking it's funny."

"Oh, Tails, why didn't you use the safe word?" I asked, disappointed in myself, rubbing in circles on the small of his back. "I wouldn't have said anything."

"Thought about it," he shrugged, "but, uh...I don't know if they're just shocked or they don't like me."

"Well, hey, here comes the easy part," I said, my hand feeling his thudding heartbeat, "we're all just gonna lay down and tan our fur. You okay with that?"

I watched him peer longingly back to the parking lot, past the walking legs and snack bar. Honestly, I thought for sure that he'd do it. But Tails, ever the brave fox, laid right down on his towel.

"I can do this," he whispered to himself.

As I kissed him, I could feel his teeth chattering beneath his lips. Amy was laying down with her sunbathing glass, but Rouge was sitting up, definitely interested in Tails' nudity. He grabbed fistfuls of sand and squeezed on them hard, while his legs kept trying to envelope his package; of course, he had no problem, but I could tell he was deciding whether or not that made him look worse

All the noise around us to the intense sunlight on his fur turning him to a bright orangish-yellow was like the atmosphere itself was somehow further undressing his naked body. He definitely noticed her, too. I knew it 'cause he tried to close his eyes like he was only focused on sunbathing, but I could see those teeth showing. We get it, Tails, you like big boobs.

I searched behind me for the suntan lotion bottle under the flap of the basket. Something pink had been draped over it; I had to do a double take. It was a bikini top and bottom. Wait...what? I whirled over to Sticks, who lay cross-legged on the towel, hip bones jutting like her nipples as she lay completely naked in the sunlight.

"Oh!" I said. "I didn't expect that."

"Whole reason I came here," she beamed. "Full body tan!"

"I just didn't know you were so interested," I said.

"Bit of a personal secret," she smirked, looking away, probably recalling it. "Sometimes I get put in _really_remote locations. There are nights where I've gone out naked in the mountains and the woods, just to feel that air on my fur. It took a while to get used to, but when you do...wow. I mean, it's like nothing else."

"You look great! All you need is a glass of lemonade with the little umbrella on top."

I bet you thought I said that, but no...it was Tails. He was propped up on his elbows, getting a comfortable eyeful of her. I could see his eyes dart across her body, but I couldn't blame him! This made it a lot easier for him.

I figured, Okay, let's take the edge off.

"Lemme rub some suntan lotion in you!" I said.

His eyes burst open hilariously fast. "Uh...s-sure!"

I grabbed the bottle from Sticks as he brought his arms over his head, leaning back, eyes closed. Rouge watched it all and rested her chin in her hand, staring at his stub resting over his coin purse. The heat helped a bit, but it was still around two and a half inches. She began to giggle as she turned over to Amy, pinching air between her pointer finger and thumb. They shrugged dismissively and were over it in a second. If only they knew!

I started on his left pec and slowly circled down to the next one, then lower, sinking in cream over his navel and his rib cage. His toes curled as I lathered his chest, noticing his nipples were hard, and how much he was relaxing beneath his fur. Oh, crap...now I was biting my lip. It probably sounds like bullshit at this point, but I didn't want this to be some sexual thrill. Yet he was relaxing his neck and shoulders into the towel by the time I finished his torso; the same way he'd relax when I take his whole dick in my mouth. The thought of it made my legs quiver...fuck...I really needed to stop thinking about this.

My thoughts alternated between God, he's so soft and I really hope I'm not screwing this whole thing up. I graced over his heart twice just to feel it thud before I applied more of the lotion over his shoulders and his neck.

"So, Tails, what do you do for a living?" Rouge asked out of the blue.

Still, no eyes opening. His breathing was shaky, but I knew he'd find the words eventually.

"Babe?" I said.

He shook his head and said, "Oh...I work a city job not too far from here. Got my own cubicle and everything." His muzzle picked up a self-conscious grin. "Living it up."

Rouge nodded. "Do they treat you like this on lunch break?"

"Heh, no...," he said as he ruffled his shoulders. "That'd be cool, though!"

He buffed out his chest in a big sigh as I doubled over his obliques, over his belly again, pressing him down to his hips. I pushed my thumbs in, and he jolted?I didn't know he was ticklish there! Holding back my grin was impossible, bowing my head as I saw how hard he was trying not to moan. His body still lay as stiff as a board, and one nail started twitching its way up. I know what I said, but he's really making it hard to not make this a sexual thing!

"What about you?"

"Mmm, I'm a fashion industry agent," she responded. "We basically analyze a lot of growing trends and try to come up with the next big thing. Sometimes I get flown out to a lot of foreign countries to garner influences and report right back. Aside from that, I've also got a side hustle with my condom business!"

"Wow, you're pretty busy," he said, bewildered. "A lot more involved than what I'm doing."

"Well, you'll get there," she said. "Every little piece counts, that's how a business works."

"Yeah, uh...I guess you're right."

I did him a favor and skipped over his crotch area, rubbing in his legs instead, his right one flexing when I felt over it. Moreso when I stroked his inside thighs. It was like he was trying to feel more of it.

"It's tough, no doubt about that," Rouge went on. "If you feel like you don't belong, or what you're doing isn't important, or right for you, there's no shame in just saying that. I've had to go through a dozen jobs at least before I finally landed where I wanted."

Amy groaned and propped herself up, raising her shades. "Yeah, I worked at the HappyMart for two whole years, and it sucked! Thank god I got out of there." Out from her side, she popped the cap off of a small, pear-shaped brown bottle, and took a sip.

Rouge furrowed her brow. "Where'd you get that?"

"As far as I'm concerned," she responded, "the longer I drink this, the longer I stay twenty-one."

Tails chuckled along, now hinging his knees. I could feel his heartbeat skip to a pound. I didn't know what it was until I looked down. Now, my heart skipped a beat. He was fully erect. Circumcised, four inches tall, thick as a stick, right in front of the tall, ogling bat beside him. She darted her kinky eyes between us with the smirk of a...um...rogue.

Tails elbowed me in the arm, but that body language, that thump on his tails, that one finger across his leg...he needed a bit of help hiding this.

"What'd they make you do?" he asked, playing it cool.

"I stacked produce. By that, I mean I put shit in the refrigerator and waited for someone to walk in the door."

"That's it? Not something more interesting?"

She scoffed. "It was the most boring thing in the world."

"Yeah, they only let her handle the baby carrots," I said.

I really need a better filter.

Anyway, they had a laugh over that, and so did he, so I'm glad it ended well...'cause it was about to get a lot harder. He looked past his erection out to the coast, which tossed and turned with floaties, swimmers and boogie boarders. A group of people in the ocean waved to him as they chatted amongst each other; at first, I wasn't sure if he noticed. He waved back daintily, causing Rouge to smirk back at me. Now he was getting it.

I let out a sigh of relief and looked around. No suspicion. That'd make this next part easier. I added yet more lotion to my palms and slowly glided them over the fur of his waist. I smoothed them down to his hips as he brought his legs together, then felt his fur get softer as I glided them to the space between his crotch and his thighs. As I kneaded them with my fingers, his dick throbbed, and Rouge began to giggle.

"Getting a little excited there?" she blurted.

"Heh," Tails chuckled, "sorry about that."

"What's up?" Amy asked, once again looking over Rouge. She froze in place when she saw his erection, stroking one hand up and down her thigh. Then she leaned over to Rouge and whispered something in her ear. Seconds later, Rouge swatted at her, and they both quietly giggled to each other before laying back down.

Tails was visually humiliated. The tensing from his chest to his stomach ballooning back and forth made my thighs clench together; hope nobody noticed! I wondered if he was hearing the things that I was hearing, or seen all the suggestive eyes he'd gotten. I wondered what they were thinking. I guess it was more obvious to some than others.

Okay, I thought, moment of truth...

_ _ With one more dab of lotion on my fingers, I quickly rubbed it into his scrotum and up his hardness, feeling his hips pivot as he fought to keep himself steady and grounded. Even his lips seemed to tighten like he wanted me to go further. But in the next second, I pulled away, leaving it glistening in the sun.

"Other side!" I told him.

"No problem," he responded quickly as he flipped on his belly, repositioning himself to put his boner in a comfortable spot. Finally, that'd been taken care of, and I was free to help him on that side.

"Fiona!" Sticks whispered.

I leaned an ear in. "Yeah?"

"Um," she mumbled, "your boyfriend has the cutest butt I've ever seen."

I smiled and patted his cheek. "Hey Tails!"

"Yeah?" he managed.

"Sticks says you've got a cute butt."

He shrugged, a sly smile creeping up over a few seconds before he finally said, "Yeah, I can see that."

It gleamed in the sunlight between his limp tail tips. Flinching, I remembered the last time I pegged him. I had to do a double take to make sure there were any, uh..._marks_there. He was fine. Eventually I rubbed lotion up and around his back, talking about the last movie we saw as Tails reluctantly turned to his front, shut his eyes, and stayed totally silent.

We lay down for a while, soaking in the sun, halfway jealous of my boyfriend's full body tan. His fur roasts to an orangish-gold while mine gets a little more brown, Amy's a lighter pink, Sticks a deep amber. It gave me some time to relax and think. All things considered, this was going pretty well! He hadn't used the safe word once, and by the looks of it, he wasn't going to. That's braver than it sounds. Sticks wasn't kidding...bathing suits everywhere. A couple people had Sticks' idea, but that's basically it. Tails is pretty much the odd one out. Does that make him brave, or does that make us evil?

It's actually a hard question. I mean, I guess I am a little evil_,_ but nobody said this'd be easy, and he was honestly doing a lot better than I expected. I thought for sure he'd last about five minutes before begging me to go back, but the way he seemed to sink into his towel like a mattress was like he was fully settling in. He was getting...braver. I stretched my arms out behind my head and cracked my back, mirroring his form. He'd been through a lot already. If my friends were the hurdles, this beach is the rest of the obstacle course, and he'd been killing it from the start.

All of us were on our stomachs around forty-five minutes later when Sticks texted something in her phone. She then stretched into a cobra pose and gave me a weary look.

"Aight, my fur's baked," she said with the satisfaction of a cook holding a warm loaf of bread straight out the oven. "You bring the volleyball?"

"Oh, I didn't," I apologized. "I'm sorry, I thought we were just here to tan."

"All right," Sticks groaned, slinking back down, while I quietly celebrated. I kept the volleyball at home, because I don't think Tails would appreciate that kind of activity. Plus, there's only five of us, so I doubt it'd work. Then, of course, the worst happened.

"It's okay!" announced Amy, and I turned to see her holding up a brand new, white volleyball like a trophy. "I bought it last week 'cause it was on sale."

"Nice," Sticks said, "let's go for a one on one!"

"Hey, I wanna go for a round, too!" Rouge said.

"Rouge gets to be on my team!" Amy said.

"Hey, why do you have to get the tall one?" Sticks laughed. "I need to partner up with someone. You good, Fiona?"

"Nah, I think Tails and I will stay back."

"Well, that leaves me with no one!" Sticks asked, turning to him with eyebrows raised. "You wanna play volleyball, dude?"

My boyfriend fidgeted his fingers like he was sneaking a text under a desk, humming under his breath before shaking his head. It was tough to figure him out, but he wasn't making eye contact with Sticks, so I guessed it was just lasting shyness. Rouge chewed on the end of her sunglasses impatiently as she watched him distract himself with his surroundings, checking the full beach towels and under every umbrella like three was an extra bathing suit waiting for him. Not gonna happen.

"It's okay, Tails!" she said. "If you want, I'll keep my clothes off, too. We'll make it bikinis versus skins!"

Actually, not a bad deal.

Tails cleared his throat. "I...uh...."

Dammit.

"I don't know," he mumbled. "I'm not much of an athletic guy,"

"Well, you don't have to be," Amy said, "it's just for fun."

"Afraid to tit for tat with lil' ol' me?" Rouge cooed, shimmying her shoulders to make her boobs swing. (Still not jealous)

He chuckled a bit, but still didn't give his answer. I thought, okay, they're probably pressuring him a bit too hard. I guessed it was time for me to step in.

"Oh, whatever, I'll join!" I said. "We can let him watch our stuff instead."

"Yeah, sounds good!" Tails stammered.

Sticks stood up, tied her panties and bra back on, beckoned for the volleyball and caught it. The four of us then got up and walked over to the net, while I tried not to look back. Thankfully, a group just left the closest net to us, so we were able to take that just fine. Amy spun the ball in her finger as we split to our sides of the net. Rouge bent her knees and stretched beside her while Sticks cracked her neck. We agreed on first to ten, and in a minute, we were off.

Some more time passed, and surprisingly, we were doing pretty well! Rouge must have been having an off day, because we were up about six to two. Sticks was jumping _really_high?I think she talked about taking acrobat classes? They must've paid off. Amy started to get pissed; it was a lot easier for her partner to laugh it off, and honestly, that probably made her even angrier. Maybe if Tails was here, he would-

"Hey guys!"

Oh! I turned to my right, and there he was! He stood by the metal spire of the net closest to our things, shielding his shame like the ball was about to hit him. He hadn't looked this stupid since spring break when I snatched his trunks straight out of the water and started waving them around. In fact, Amy was there, too, wasn't she? So many people witnessed it, it was hard to remember. Now that I thought about it, if we knew each other a little bit more, I could've quietly let the waves take 'em. Would've been hot to see him walk along the coastline like he was using a metal detector....

Wait. Oh. Right! The story:

"Woo!" I cheered. "Go Tails!"

"Come be on our team, Tails!" Amy said. "We need heeeelp!"

"Hey, it's not his fault you guys keep trying to spike the sun," Sticks said. "He should keep score, instead! I lost count three times already."

"I'm keeping track, and newsflash, you're winning, sweetie," Rouge teased. "He should get to join our team!"

I felt oddly protective when she said that. She'd been a bit pushy already. Still, though, it's a lot better than keeping score.

"All right, let 'em have him," I resolved.

Tails seemed to jump, his tails flinching, a drop of sweat beading down his forehead.

"O-okay!" he said, trotting over to them.

I think he was aiming for the left side, but Amy was too quick to cover it, so he ended up getting the middle instead. God, he looked so ridiculous. One hand tightly covered his junk while he kept the other one bent in a V, as if that was his way of being modest. Rouge adjusted her bikini top further on her shoulder as she eyed him down, though seemed more frustrated now.

"We're not gonna win this if you only play with one hand," she announced.

"Yeah, yeah, you're right," he said, visibly shaking as he took his hand away, the tall bat smiling as soon as she saw his small penis. I know he must've been stressed, but I think Tails secretly liked that she was used to the look of it. Sticks got a full eyeful, which I don't think she'd gotten the whole time we were here, and subtly held back snickers. I'm glad she kept it to herself. The next second, she cleared her throat, shook her head, and that was the end of it.

I set the ball and let it fly over the net. Rouge bumped it first, then to me, then to Amy, then to Sticks, who attacked it the moment it appeared over the net. She ran up, jumped, and spiked the ball, landing right in front of Tails' feet as he clumsily forgot to hit it.

"It's okay!" Amy laughed with a touch of frustration. "He's just warming up!"

Well, apparently not enough. We went the next four rounds, and his team only got one point. That made us up nine to three, Rouge lightly tossing the ball up and down in her hands.

"Uh...I'll serve!" Tails offered.

"He's got less clothes," Amy said, "it's more aerodynamic!"

He let out a giggle. "That's the plan!"

He hesitated for a hot minute, tossing the ball up and down. I think he was figuring out how the whole serving part worked. Rouge tapped her foot while they waited, but I think Amy got impatient. She beamed wide as she snuck up to his side, then rose her arms straight up and gave him a quick hip-bump.

"We don't got all day, naked boy!" she yelled.

Sticks stumbled while Rouge politely giggled; it was more of a laugh at Amy, but I'm sure he took it personally with that "how-could-you-do-this-to-me" look on his face.

"Alright, I get it!" Tails said at last. "Fore!"

That...definitely wasn't the line, but he got a pretty good hit in! I was quick to bump it back, which Amy returned, steering over to Sticks, who was creeping up to the net already. Tails knew exactly what was about to happen. As her signature spike caused it to sail to the ground, Amy and Tails bolted for it at once, and ended up stumbling over each other, tumbling out of bounds while the ball bounced twice to the furthest line before sinking into the next bank of sand.

I don't know if that counted as a win, but that look on Amy's face as Tails pressed her to the ground felt like one. She yelped and almost immediately pushed him off, him rolling to the side on his back as he covered his face while Amy stood up, having to lean against the pole from laughing so hard.

"Fiona!" Amy sputtered. "Your boyfriend's dick was on my crotch!"

"Hey!" I yelled playfully. "Apologize to her, Tails!"

"I'm sorry!" he said, chuckling as well. Sand caked his ass as he struggled to his feet, wiping some of the grains off his thighs. Honestly, I was relieved that it didn't end worse...thank god they're so okay with it. They're a lot more open about this than I thought.

"There's still some on your butt," Rouge pointed out.

"I've got that," Tails said, stroking his hands down his cheeks. "I'll get the ball fo-"

He stopped when he saw nothing by the edge of the court. We all scratched our chins wondering where it could've gone. Then suddenly, we saw it: two muscular backs (one green, one blue) of jacked up lizard men chatting to each other as they walked away. Cradled in the arm of the blue one was...take one guess.

"Aw man," Amy said. "There goes eight bucks."

"Do they know it's ours?" Rouge asked.

Tails grunted. "They're about to."

What? I was stunned. Sand still flaked across his ass and tails as I watched him march up to the two men. It was like the point in the cartoon where the guy rolls up his fur like sleeves and gets ready to sock 'em in the jaw, only it was a naked fox barely half their size. My mouth was half open, quietly waiting for him to turn around and expose the joke, and instead seeing him tap the green one on the shoulder.

"What's up?" he asked, a red mohawk flaring over his head, yellow sclera blazing like the snake tattoo coiled over his left pec.

Then the other one turned, red trunks over denim scales, just as buff as the other guy. By now their shadows were overlapping my boyfriend's head.

"That's our ball," Tails said concretely. "Can we have it back?"

They glared at him, clearly confused at his audacity. They looked at eachother and confirmed that confusion. I think they expected him to concede if they just stayed quiet, but he wasn't backing down.

"Well, it's _not_mine, it belongs to the girls'," Tails argued, "and they were just trying to have a good time. if you took it from them-"

"What do you know about a good time?" Green asked with a toothy grin.

"I wasn't done talking. If you took it from them, then the polite thing to do is return it, because otherwise they'd be really upset. They'd probably talk about it for a long time. That tall one over there works for a fashion agency. I don't think you guys want that kind of word getting around, do you?"

Green scratched his head while Blue seemed to pout, audibly sighing even from where we were standing.

Tails held out a hand. "C'mon. I don't have all day."

The two of them looked at each other. Finally, Green shrugged, and with that, tossed the ball back to Tails.

"Later, wimp," he grunted, and strutted away with his friend.

Tails walked back to us, slowly growing a cocky, triumphant grin. Rouge tilted her hips and nodded slowly in approval. I know Tails when he's at his best, but I didn't expect it to come out so soon. And all for a volleyball?

It didn't have to be said. In one move, he showed himself to be more of a man than anybody expected of him. We all respected him, but I could just tell from the air that everybody was seeing him differently. When he stepped back onto the court, he tossed Amy the ball and cleared his throat.

"Anyway, uh," he stammered, "round two?"

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After that round, Sticks asked if we wanted to go in the water. We didn't bring any floaties or anything, but that's quite all right! All of us asked to go in except Rouge, who I think just didn't want to ruin her makeup.

Tails definitely enjoyed skinny dipping with us, though. At first he was freezing his nuts off, treading water, probably regretting it a bit. I gave him a hug, and I think that helped him out a bit. I don't know if it was the waves, but he seemed to be getting really close to the girls as the water rippled over his shoulders.

As we swam outside, he followed us from behind. Stepping out of the water with us by his sides alone got some people staring at him funny. Rouge, especially. The waves sifted past her ankles as she walked straight to us.

"How's that shrinkage feel?" she asked.

I snickered; it was simultaneously the first thing I expected her to say and caught me completely off guard. Tails' dick had shriveled to one little nub over his nuts like that time I put ice on it; I might still have the pictures. He covered it up with one hand and dismissed her with the other, but my friends still found it funny, their voices sounding higher as they tilted their hips. I even saw Sticks put a finger in her panty strap, then quickly take it out.

"At least he got in the water," I said. "How you doing, Rouge?"

"Well, I was just about to go for a walk along the shore," she said, "and I was hoping you guys would come along!"

"Want to come along?" I asked them, to which they agreed, and we followed her out, Amy walking in a slight zig-zag. Yeah...she had a couple more drinks.

The bright, colored suits in the crowd beyond my friends were a little distracting, so I can't imagine how it'd felt to Tails. I think a lot more people showed up since we arrived. I truly expected him to back out this time. Not only did he follow behind, but he actually nudged his way between me and Sticks, giving a polite "excuse me". I couldn't believe my eyes. That sly fox swayed his arms to his sides, not a care in the world, blowing out the whole first half of the day before I could even register.

Time passed: thirty, forty-five minutes. Every time we talked, he had something to contribute. My friends kept getting more and more interested, and you could see it in the way they responded to him. He'd turned the day completely on its head, and now it was like he wasn't even naked. I hadn't talked for a while, so I just said the first thing on my mind.

"How's it feel being the center of attention?" I asked, punching him in the shoulder.

"Getting easier," he laughed.

Amy hiccupped, slurring, "Fiona, your boyfriend's cute as shit."

"Cute in a _lot_of ways," Rouge added.

"Thanks, girls," Tails smiled.

I was more stunned than he realized. Rouge never gives out those kinds of compliments! I don't think he's ever won over a girl this hard, so quickly. Not even me. Part of me wanted to say something about it.

"You got used to this so fast," Sticks said, "how do you do it?"

"It's all about getting comfortable," Tails replied. "It was nerve wracking being around you guys at first, but I think I'm finally getting it."

Well, I'm glad I kept my mouth shut. He'd been embarrassed for so long that I'd forgotten he'd wanted to try out his naturalism.

"Why do you do it?" Amy asked.

"Um, well, because it feels good!" Tails said, counting off his fingers. "It's free, it's liberating, there's not many places you can do it...honestly, just looking around, it kind of feels like I shouldn't be doing this!"

I was thinking the same thing, and I think I kind of convinced myself of it. Especially with the reactions he'd gotten. My eyes adjusted and I saw people sitting up from their towels. A couple of those canines and felines had their eyebrows raised. It was a small detail, but it just didn't leave my mind.

"Okay," she said, "well, this is a personal thing, but I love all the confidence you're showing. Most of the guys I've dated are all talk, and would never even think about doing something like this."

"He's always been better at it than me," I added.

"Yeah," Tails added, "it takes a lot of practice, but I think anybody can do it."

He's right. I wish more people realized it. When you add all the sun and the social interaction, there really was no downside to naturalism.

And then, I turned back to my friends.

The second I saw it, my head sprang back up. Oh God. He's hard. Tails' dick was hard. I didn't want to call any attention to it, but at the same time, I couldn't stop thinking about it. And he didn't even acknowledge it or try to cover it. It was just...there. I didn't want to call attention to it, but I must've checked one too many times, because Rouge soon caught on.

"Getting excited down there?" she asked, in a tone similar to dragging a mallet up to the highest note of a xylophone.

Tails blushed. "O-oh! Yeah, uh...."

"C'mon, explain to 'em, Tails," I teased him. "What's that all about?"

"You got something you wanna admit?" Rouge asked seductively.

"Uh, it's...." his voice wavered, quieting with each word. "I guess...it's a...bit of a...turn on."

"Well, that's okay!" Sticks said with great enthusiasm. "We won't mention it if it's bothersome."

"I, uh...." Tails looked away shyly. "I kind of...want you to."

Holy shit. It was right in front of me.

"Not gonna lie, darling," Rouge crooned, "that's...actually..."

"..._really_sexy," Amy hiccupped.

"Never seen this in my life," Sticks smiled.

I leaned in closer to him, riding up his shoulder as my friends giggled. "Seems like they like you. Wanna make this really fun?"

Tails darted his head between me and the crowd just feet away from us, flinching as the water passed by his feet.

"A-are you serious?" he asked.

I narrowed my eyes and ruffled my shoulders a bit before I circled my fingertip around his hip.

"You know, I can take care of that, if you really want," I giggled. "Think it'd be fun?"

"Well," he started, "as long as they don't see...."

His hot, soft fur was flaring further as I slowly felt him down to just above his crotch, prodding the top of his white pubes. I could feel it, his heartbeat was pounding; so was mine. He craned his head over at the crowd, so I bent down and pretended to scoop in the sand.

"Hey, look at this shell I found!" I said, and the girls quickly circled around...so quick, in fact, that they had to know what I was doing.

With all the cover I needed, I traveled my left hand down to feel up his dick. The slight touch of it made him gasp; the sound of a man who wants to cum. It was so warm and tough in my hand while I jerked him off, holding it underhand, feeling him shiver from my thumb rubbing over the head. That deep, deep itch in my mind was begging me to go down and sucking on it, but that would've been too obvious. He had the widest smile I've ever seen him have as his face flashed red, awkwardly fidgeting his arms from behind him to the sides as he began to thrust himself into my palm.

It took all his willpower not to sway, or make any sudden sounds, still giving into the handjob. He was lucky; if I could, I would've rode his dick right there. That's about how I was feeling as I felt my pussy soak the fabric on my swimsuit. All my friends were staring at him; Rouge biting her nails, the other two girls looking sound at everybody else. I drew a finger down his chest...everybody was onboard. All they had to do was say it.

"You girls wanna touch him?" I whispered.

I could see their eyes widen in excitement.

They closed in like thieves and put their hands all over his treasure. Rouge reached for his balls and cupped them while Sticks gently stroked his shaft. Amy was last, so she took two surprising steps forward and ran her hand down his belly while slowly, slowly drawing a finger over his tip.

I quietly edged them on: "Quick, quick, quick!" and they rocked his world to pieces. Tails' face contorted as all of it happened at once, the touch of my friends overloading him as he could only force his lips shut. That could've easily changed, as their touch became closer, more intimate, yet quicker, while the commotion around us showed how little time there was to work with. His legs twitched, tails twitching as he bit his lip and sharply inhaled through his nostrils. I reached around and gave his butt a squeeze just to top it off.

He exhaled hard, moaning softly with it as his hot cum shot from his dick, straight onto Amy's chest. His knees shook from his standing position as the spurts kept coming, still feeling up his overstimulated dick, a gasp or two just to hold back any more noise. Still shaking, he cupped his hands over his mouth, now unsteady on his two legs as he looked at Amy. Now he was giggling in amazement as he watched the pure white fluid drip from her pink tits to her bra.

Shit, I thought. Honestly, I wasn't sure what I'd do, either. Worse, still, people were getting even more agitated. One of the pigs raised an eyebrow. A hefty girl in a green one piece wasn't having any of it. And not only that, the man in a white tank top and a red plus was headed our way. The shame of how far we'd taken it suddenly washed over me. The next second, I realized, no, this was my fault. I deserve this. I took one step in front....

Amy saw what was happening and sprang to action. Swiping a hand across her chest, she collected as much semen as she could, and?no joke?rubbed it straight into her panties. I was about to scream, thank god I know she's on the pill, but the liquid seeped so fast into the fabric that no one could possibly see it. I had to suppress a gasp, I couldn't believe what was happening. She even managed to wink at him before turning around fast. The lifeguard was getting closer, more skeptical, and I still wasn't sure what to do.

"Thanks for letting me keep it!" Rouge beamed. As we all whirled around, we saw her hold up a tiny, turquoise shell with grits of sand still dotting the underside. How long had she been holding onto that thing?

Somehow, she actually pulled it off. The lifeguard just nodded, acted like he was pacing, and returned back to the tower. Tails and I were in equal levels of shock; I was just better at hiding it. I wanted to pinch his cheeks. His dick was soft and the evidence was gone.

"Anyway, this reminds me of my trip to Cancun!" Rouge boasted, pointing at the shell. "Would you guys like to hear?"

We all gave a resounding, "yes"!

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At around four, we were packing up our towels. Tails was still shaking from our last big encounter. All that was running through my mind was how badly I wanted to do it again, just to see the look on his face. Then again, that look of satisfaction was good enough as we double checked and left for the parking lot. There was another emotion hiding beneath it, and even now, I can't quite put my finger on what it was. Relief. Bliss. Maybe they're the same. But I'll leave that one to him.

We stood on the edge of the parking lot and talked about all we'd done, though none of us felt safe enough to bring up the noodle incident. The lot was now half empty, and it was probably about ten degrees hotter. Better yet, that half-eyed look on all my friends was more than just seduction.

"Well, this is goodbye, for now," Amy said, then turned to Tails. "Can I give him a hug?"

"Yeah, sure!" he said, nodding.

She pounced on him at the first possible moment, one leg lifted as she held him in tight.

"Me too," Sticks said.

"Don't leave me out!" Rouge said.

So he let them do it, too. Sticks was the most aggressive, but Rouge...uh...kind of put her tits directly in his snout as she hugged him. Everybody backed off, but she kept hugging. And hugging. Quite a long time, actually! Did you guys know Rouge is a D-cup? I'm not jealous, I just thought I'd mention. I'm sure he enjoyed that a lot. I probably would've been a bit upset a few hours ago, but instead, I was just happy for him.

"Well, at this point, there's no reason not to add him to our group chat," Sticks said.

Tails' eyebrows perked. "Wait...I didn't know you had one of those."

"Um, it's more of a personal thing," I told him, "it's no big deal."

He blinked. "Are you talking to other guys?"

"No, no, I'll show you when we get back to the car," I said, tapping through my phone to add him in while Amy gave me a lippy look that said "I told you he'd say that!" Crap. I owed her five bucks now.

"Well, I don't know about you girls," Rouge crooned, "but I'd like to see a whole lot more of _that_for myself."

"Save room for the rest of us," Amy giggled.

"Wait, what?" Tails perked up.

"We'll talk about it on the chat," Sticks said, backing up to her car, "I've really gotta get going. Dinner's gotta be on the table, and I'm kayaking tomorrow!"

"Okay, have fun with that!" I called, waving my hand while the rest of us spread out to our cars. "Bye everybody!"

As we waved back, a big, warm gust of wind blew into all of us. I don't believe in superstition or anything, but it felt kind of like nature's metaphor of calm returning between us. Though the way Tails was walking, I don't know if he was _exactly_that calm. But I think it's safe to say we did a good job. And that made me extremely relieved.

We watched the two of them walk back to their cars, Rouge being the most reluctant. Slowest, too. She stopped after a few steps and slowly turned back to us with this super weird, quizzical expression. I thought maybe she'd forgotten her keys at the beach, but there was clearly something else on her mind. Then she walked back. And she didn't stop. When she was in front of us, she straightened up, turned to me, and said something that made my boyfriend jolt.

"Is it okay if I suck his dick?"

Tails writhed and moaned as her head bobbed up and down on his penis, holding his legs held firmly by the side of the car seat while I watched the lot. Slurps filled the place as saliva dripped to his balls, but Rouge just kept choking it down, winking at him at his moans became louder. Lipstick stained him to his pelvis. He didn't stand a _chance. _

"R-rouge, I'm gonna cum!" he announced.

She popped it out and kissed the tip, then rose up and enveloped his dick between her boobs. She slowly stroked him as his cum spurted from between them, all of us satisfied as we watched it roll down her mounds. Then she gave him a wink and went right back down to her knees.

"Thanks, sugar," she winked.

"Wait, wait!" I said, pushing through to grabbing his dick again. "Wanna see him cum twice?"

"Of course!" she smiled.

"Watch his face!" I said.

I stroked his cock at lightning speed, my bicep put into it while he thrashed about, even kicking the open car door at one point. His moaning was fierce, loud, but I know that he liked it, and in a matter of ten seconds, it was over. He huffed and puffed as he came again, right into my hand as it dripped down my wrist. His face was just as contorted and ridiculous as I wanted it to be; like he'd stepped on a hedgehog.

We had a good laugh over that. And no less than two seconds later, Rouge covered it all back up.

"Thanks!" she laughed casually, "Have a good rest of the day!'

"Th-thank you!" he called weakly.

I walked around to the driver's seat while Tails shivered in ecstasy. His legs were still spread, and his dick had gone red like his cheeks had been all day. He was shivering for a good five minutes before he finally remembered to shut the door. I put in the ignition and turned on the A/C so that the humidity wouldn't kill us. Once it had finally kicked in and we both could relax, our fur felt great against the cooked seat, both of us sinking into the cushion.

Then, I punched him in the shoulder.

"You wanted to fuck my friends the whole time!" I said playfully, and he giggled to himself.

"I didn't know how to say it!" he said. "I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have!"

"Hope you enjoyed your public gangbang, dickhead!" I teased.

"I still can't believe you guys did that," he laughed. "Are you mad at me for this?"

"Eh, trust me," I rolled my eyes, "from your line of fetishes, it kind of made sense."

"Yeah, it's not the kind of thing you can just bring up," Tails said, "but it's easily one of my biggest fantasies. Just that it feels inherently objectifying. I didn't want to do that, but the more I felt that connection to them, the less that felt like a fantasy, and more like a reality. I'm sorry, though, I can back off in the future."

"You don't need to," I said. "You did just fine."

Tails snickered. "Yeah."

I think we lost each other in our eyes for a minute. I leaned over and gave him a kiss on the lips, which lasted for a while.

"Can I tell you a secret?" he asked when he pulled away.

"What?"

"I've never told a girl any of that."

"Not once?"

"Not once. I thought it was way too dangerous."

I shrugged, eyeing him. "You naughty little dork, of course it was dangerous. Making a move like that in the first few hours of knowing someone?"

"Yeah..." he leaned away, staring at his reflection in the window. "It was probably a one time thing, anyway."

"Hm...maybe," I sang. "Either way, I'm gonna have to punish you."

"Oh boy," he rolled his eyes, smiling, "what's it gonna be?"

I took my phone out of the glove compartment and handed it to him, much to his shock and surprise.

"The passcode is five-three-eight-oh," I told him. "Check the group chat with the girls."

He tilted his head. "Why?"

"Because you're gonna send a whole bunch of selfies to them while I drive around town," I smirked. "And you're not allowed to get dressed."

His smile faded to shock. "For real?"

I sucked my teeth and shook my head. "Not even with the outfit I had for you in the back."

"What?" he asked, no longer slouching. "You did bring clothes for me?"

"Yeah."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Just in case something went horribly wrong," I said, "but I like it better when you have less options." I flicked my wrist and gave him a poke on the nose. "And so do you."

The sun reflected off his eyes as an alluring blush flooded his cheeks. "I love you, Fiona."

"I love you, too," I said, putting the car in reverse. "Ask them if it's okay to fill the chat with nudes. I'm sure they'll say yes."

"Wait, one more thing," he said. "Are we just going through town?"

I shrugged, peering out the windshield. "You could say that."

"Are you gonna drive me through the city?"

I slanted my eyes, watching the phone in his hand vibrate in fast pulses. "I might."

Then I pushed the gear stick and drove straight to the highway. I won't say where we went. I won't say what we did. But I'll tell you one thing: I never, not even once, heard the word "sunrise".

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