Unchained Melody by S.K. Munt

boardies and a crop top swimming, but she was still there when he got his senses back and she had her thumbs under the pubic line of her bathing suit bottoms and was working her tights down from beneath. It wasn’t a bikini, but a two-piece dance leotard, and one Hunter had never had the pleasure of seeing before.
    ‘You are so on Marnie!’ Callie was wiggling her hips like she had that night in her room to get her knees out of her tights one at a time in a complicated maneuver that required the sort of balance and flexibility only Callie Clay had; one which held Hunter’s riveted gaze as the bottom half of her leotard was sliding threateningly off her hips with every movement. But then the tights were being shaken off her legs while the rest of her remained covered, much to his disappointment.
    ‘I am truth. And thanks to Hunter’s lack of mathematical calculations when it comes to weight versus tree branch-’ she paused to dramatically point to her hat with both hands. ‘I am dare!’
    There were a few shouts of approval as Callie picked up her glass, drained it, and then smashed it back down on the table top. The base of the glass at the stem almost hit at the wrong angle and droplets of tequila and mix splashed over her hand, but she didn’t seem to notice and that was when Hunter knew that his friend had self-medicated after the storm with one too many cocktails. That wasn’t anything unusual- for as much as freaky weather tended to bring out Callie’s hysterical side, surviving each time always put her in a giddy: Let’s jump from the gorge! sort of mood. He shook his head, sort of amused, and sort of annoyed that she’d amused the other kids at his expense.
    But the truth was that Callie looked so good that she could say whatever she wanted so long as she remained scantily-clad. She had his hat between her teeth and was yanking pins out of her hair, an action which was lifting her breasts against the scooped line of her red halter top enticingly. And then dark hair was tumbling down around her shoulders and her hat was back in place. Aside from the slight red line around her abdomen from where her tights had been digging into her flesh all afternoon, Callie could have been a sports model. And as he watched her tug down her cap instead of keeping it off, he felt a flush of pride to know that despite how many sets of eyes were ogling her, and how estranged they had become since he’d started dating Meredith, Callie Clay was still his girl. She didn’t have to be his girlfriend to belong to him, because she was his guardian angel, number one fan and his ultimate confidante and that was a bigger honor than simply being that guy who she may or may not want to hook-up with, like Reece.
    ‘Then you’re up first!’ Reece declared, rising from the submerged steps of the pool and saluting her with his drink. ‘Callie Clay: Truth Or Dare?’
    Callie began to amble down the pool steps at the shallow end, her empty glass out-stretched and her movements slow as Marnie re-filled her drink. Marnie also looked incredibly good. Her glasses were off, her usually frizzy brown hair was hanging in wet waves from the water and her abdomen was muscular without being too masculine. In her bright blue bikini, she was getting quite a few looks herself from Reece’s gang.
    Weight settled on the table behind Hunter and a low voice said: ‘She’s half-cut. We’re going to need a bigger boat.’
    Hunter looked up at Ryan, who’d sat behind him with his guitar and grinned, his anger at being left out of their whispered conversation dissolving to be addressed as casually and warmly as ever. ‘First question; about us, or about girls?’
    Ryan chuckled, strumming an A to D. ‘About girls.’
    ‘Truth!’ Callie exclaimed, stepping down again, headed in Reece’s direction. ‘I’ll start slow for y’all.’
    Everyone laughed. Reece’s arm slid around Callie’s waist and pulled her to his side. Hunter stared at it like it