This choice: Next to the towels of some suntanning teens • Go Back...Chapter #8Beneath the beast by: Tisch   To his luck, the three people next to him each were tanning and distracted by their phones, thus were unmoving. The girl closest to him resembled Mariah in almost every way, having bronzed skin, curly brown hair, and fairly plump lips. Her eyes were covered by a pair of dark sunglasses, but Jack was able to distinguish her from his best friend with other features. She was utterly immobile, keeping her whole body still as the sun bore down on her, instead keeping her focus on the screen that was in her hands. For a moment, Jack thought about what he should do. He was quite a ways from Brigette now, and if he tried to scale back to her himself, it was more than likely that he would have some trouble considering it was even more difficult to traverse on a beach at his size than in a classroom or a park. He didn't know these girls though, and there was a possibility that they could mistake him for an oddly shaped bug if they weren't paying him selective attention. As tough of a dilemma as this was, Jack knew that he was going to need assistance to get back to his friend and he decided to climb the girl to see if she could help him.
The teen was laying on her stomach with her head on one end of the towel and Jack on the other end. Thinking she would pay him attention if she felt him, Jack began climbing the side of her thigh, utilizing the girl's bikini bottom as a grip. Once up, Jack moved along the top of the rubber fabric, near the lower back of the girl, to find a more stable place to walk, which was the center of her back. Everything to this point was going to plan, Jack remained steady as he reached the center of the bikini bottom and slowly began walking onto the bare skin of the teen. He immediately noticed how slick her skin was, obviously resulting from her skin and suntan lotion being tampered with by the sun. Thus, Jack had to take things slower so as not to fall off. He only made it about a quarter of the way of the teen's back before she twitched and he was sent sliding back down to the bikini bottoms. Grunting, Jack pulled himself back onto the bottoms and sighed. "That's annoying. But maybe it's a sign that she felt me. I'll have another go," he thought. Before Jack could get started again, however, there was trouble. The girl was moving now, and the tremor sent Jack face-first against the girl's behind. She was turning over. Jack held on for dear life as the once stable platform was flipping over. Once bathing in sunlight, Jack was now underneath a dark shadow. "No, please!" Jack called out. His voice wasn't heard.
*SMOOSH*
"Ahhh..." the girl sighed as she laid on her back. She quickly lathered up the exposed sections of skin on her front and went back to her phone. Unbeknownst to her, the thing that had caused her to squirm a bit earlier was now stuck underneath her bikini-clad ass. "MMMRPH!" Jack cried into the fabric. He moved with all his might, pushing and scratching at the overwhelmingly heavy object on top of him, but it didn't budge. He wasn't sure how, but Jack was thankful that he could breathe and wasn't crushed to death. Assuming it had to have been from the girl's weight disbursement, Jack thought to himself how thankful he was that physics acted in real time. He relaxed, now understanding that he was okay, and also knowing there wasn't anything he could do. He just had to sit and wait for his opportunity to scram. As time passed, Jack grew fatigued. It seemed as if this girl would never get off him, and eventually he passed out.
A short while later, Jack burst awake, jerking upwards and right into the soft material in front of him. He groaned. "Holy crap, how long have I been stuck under this girl?" he asked. Luckily, Jack had woken up just in time as he finally felt movement. "Yes!" he yelled in his mind. The pressure almost instantaneously ceased, which was very relieving for Jack, but he had been embedded into the butt end of this random girl's swimsuit like a sticker and went along for the ride. He felt himself laying sideways, as if he was in the position he went to sleep in. Then he realized that this tanner wasn't flipping onto her front again, but instead was on her side and now talking with one of her friends. This situation turned beneficial for Jack, as he felt himself peeling ever so slightly from the fabric. When his arms became useful again, Jack used them to push himself free of the bikini bottom. Though he was now free, Jack hadn't entirely thought through his decision, as now he was falling. It was a short and painless fall, fortunately, as Jack soon found himself on the inner thigh of the girl. "My head's spinning," Jack groaned as he kneeled on the soft and padded skin below him. After all that had transpired, Jack was okay, just slightly dizzy. Now the question was whether he should try at getting the girl's attention again or trying another plan. There wasn't any time to come up with an answer, as Jack heard the girl question about a feeling on her leg and noticed her hand coming his way.
Without anywhere to go, Jack just sat and watched as the tan hand descended towards him.
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