Harper grinned. “I do my best work topless.”
Jack was staring, slack-jawed.
“Should I leave you two alone?” Riley asked.
But Jack’s eyes didn’t leave Harper, even when she flipped onto her back and let her breasts float. Riley admired the confidence—she was comfortable in her skin, in a way that made everyone else feel naked in more ways than one.
Riley found himself sitting closer to Ethan, side by side on the underwater ledge. He felt the heat radiating off Ethan’s thigh, the way their knees almost touched under the surface.
“You okay?” Riley asked, voice low enough that it didn’t carry.
Ethan nodded, but didn’t look at him. “It’s just a lot. I’m not used to… all of this.”
Riley got it. “You don’t have to be used to it. That’s the point.”
Ethan gave him a look, one Riley couldn’t decipher, but he saw relief in it, too.
Across the pool, Harper was teaching Jack how to float. She wrapped her arms around his chest, the way you’d do with a kid, and kept him steady as he tried to relax.
“You’re tense,” she said, loud enough for everyone to hear.
“Maybe if I had a pair of flotation devices like yours,” Jack retorted.
Riley whispered to Ethan, “He’s not wrong. They’re like two life rafts.”
Ethan snorted.
“Let’s fix that,” said Riley, climbing out of the pool. The contrast of hot skin and cold air was a jolt, his small soft cock dangled proudly as he made his way to the food pack and uncorked a bottle of vodka Harper had stashed. He poured generous shots for everyone, lined them up on the rock by the pool’s edge.
“Nudist rules,” Riley declared. “You drink, you answer a question. I’ll go first: Cole, what’s the dumbest thing you ever did on horseback?”
Cole took a shot, thought for a moment. “Raced my brother bareback around a frozen pond. First lap, he wiped out, so I tried to gloat. Slid straight off, landed balls-first on a tree stump.”
Jack cringed. “That’s why you’re so stoic.”
"My turn," said Harper. She aimed at Ethan. "When was the last time you did something that scared you?"
Ethan hesitated, then knocked back the shot. His throat worked as he swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing. "This trip, actually. I almost canceled three times before I got on the plane."
Harper tilted her head, water droplets sliding from her hair. "Why'd you come, then?"
Jack snorted. "That's a second question. Rules."
Ethan's eyes flicked to Cole for just a heartbeat. "Needed to find out if I could still surprise myself."
Riley’s turn. “Ask away,” he said.
Harper thought. “When did you first know you liked boys?”
“Now that I think back on things the signs were everywhere as early as second grade,” Riley said without pause. “I tried to kiss Tommy Barrett at lunch. He bit me, so I tried girls for a while which went disastrous. After that I had a long internal battle of denying the signs and my true feelings but deep down I knew. By senior year I was accepting myself and by freshman year of college I was out, loud and proud. I then had the most degenerate college years you could imagine. It was heaven for a gay man like me.”
They went around a few more times, the questions getting bolder as the shots disappeared.
“Cole, ever done it in a barn?”
“Of course.” Deadpan, but his cheeks went a little pink.
Jack raised an eyebrow and asked, “Riley, would you ever go back to dating women?”
