Jo stroked her hands down the back of her thighs to release some of the sand that had stuck to her moist skin. The perspiration of the morning's play glued her loose t-shirt to her back, and it hung low over her bikini briefs. Yvette had already moved off down the beach and, after shifting her feet into her sandals, and retrieving their bags, Jo followed.
Yvette was a little shorter and curvier than most of the volleyball players in the tournament, and not as good, she would not have been playing in the tournament at all had Jo's regular partner not twisted her ankle the previous day.
Jo had imagined herself in the papers the next day, it was not often that she got the opportunity to play in a high profile tournament in her sport, but when Abbie went down injured, the possibility of winning seemed to disappear. Yvette was adequate, but that was it, and without the agility to make up for her lack of height they had been up against it all morning.
Yvette walked on past the practise net and on to the sea, where she knelt, wet her hands and ran them through her blond hair.
"My towel is in the bag."
Jo dropped the two bags and started to hunt for her new partner's towel. She found her own first and laid it out on the sand, which was baking under the midday sun. This gave her something cool to sit on, so she could finish unpacking, a couple of hats, her sunglasses and Yvette's precious towel.
Yvette returned.
"Do we have any water?"
Jo furnished her with a bottle.
"We're doing really well, don't you think?"
They held a record of one win, one defeat, but Jo knew that the pairing they had beaten was particularly weak, and she had been playing out of her skin to keep Yvette from being exposed.
Yvette was full of good advice, "Make sure you have plenty of water, we want to be fresh for the afternoon games."
And with that she poured most of it over her head.
Yvette was still wearing her volleyball uniform, and it was tight, revealing, just the way the sponsors liked it. The water slid down the vest top, darkening further the gap between her breasts. Jo caught it all through her dark lenses. Her new partner was not the best player but she was very good looking.
Jo checked out her firm ass, as she bent to return the bottle to the shade, no wonder the crowd behind them had swelled in their second game.
How obvious was she being? Probably too obvious, but she was too tired to care.
Yvette stretched out her bronzed figure, lying out on her flat stomach, her breasts bulging through the lycra top under her arms. Her shorts pulled tight, they left a tantalising gap between her cheeks.
"Hey Jo, shame about Abbie."
Jo twisted her head to see the new arrival but the brim of her hat obscured the approach.
"I thought it was yours to win this weekend." It was Michelle. The shuffle of further footsteps meant her partner Louise was with her.
"Mind if we stop in. We've got some drinks, straight out of the ice."
A couple of bottles landed between Yvette and Jo, as Michelle slumped to the sand.
"Whoa, it's burning up out here." Michelle slid her bag under her ass.
"If there was no midday break, we'd all be in hospital with sun stroke." Louise was eyeing up the sea. "Who's coming in?"
Yvette lifted her head, and her gaze followed Louise as she ran down the sand and plunged in, and then she was off to join her.
"I thought you two were going to win it today. Is Abbie ok?" Michelle took a long swig.
"She'll be fine." Jo caught the label on Michelle's drink. "Hey! Are you on the beer?"
"We suck. We are down three nothing, we'll be playing for fun this afternoon, maybe wiggle my ass for the lifeguards."
Jo laughed. "You give us all a bad name."
As she talked to Michelle, Jo kept an eye on the two girls in the sea. Yvette was acting the primadonna, holding her hands in front of her face as Louise splashed her.
"We've got a ball." Michelle slapped it on the sand next to Jo.
"No thanks. Rest and recuperation and all that."
"Suit yourself." Michelle got up and called to the others. Michelle and Lousie were both tall, dark haired, Michelle's cropped short, Louise's long in a pony tail. Jo lay back, she never thought of herself as bi exactly but when you surround yourself with girls like these....
A volleyball landed next to her, breaking her train of thought.
"Let's have it back." Louise shouted to her from the practise court. Yvette bent over in front of Jo and flipped it back into play.
Michelle caught it. "Come on you guys, lets have a game. Keep yourself sharp for this afternoon."
"I'm in." Yvette jogged back over to the other two. "Come on Jo, we can't play with three."
Jo stood up and dropped her hat and shades. It couldn't hurt and Yvette could certainly do with a few pointers
Michelle and Louise teamed up, Jo and Yvette took to the court.
"Serve it in, Michelle." Jo called out. She was watching Yvette take her position. "You are standing too wide."
"Christ, Jo, it's only a practise game." Yvette shuffled a few feet inside, and Michelle fired the ball over everything.
"Fetch that!" She laughed. She had probably started drinking much earlier. Jo set off to retrieve it but when she returned to the court she could smell something was up. Michelle stopped her in mid serve.
"Why don't we play for something, to make it more exciting?"
"Yeah," Louise added, "I think you guys need to sharpen your competitive edge."
"Like what? I don't have any money."
Louise started laughing.
"If you win on serve, the other team has to take off an item of clothing."
