Marco Polo (Patreon)

Today was finally the day. You'd anticipated this for weeks. Somehow, by the good graces of destiny, you'd been invited to Susie's pool party. She was one of the most beautiful girls you'd ever met, and despite the hundreds of nights you'd woken from seeing her cute freckles and ginger locks your dreams with both a cold sweat and throbbing morning wood, you were pretty sure she didn't know you existed. You'd waited with feverish anticipation, counting the days until you'd get to see her (and not to mention the rest of her smoking hot friends) in all her curvaceous glory in a bikini.

You walked up the driveway to the front door and stared at the house for a moment. You knew her family was well-off, but this was ridiculous; it was practically a mansion.

You were about to ring the bell, but Susie herself saved you the trouble by popping out from behind the garage. 

"Hey! You made it!" She smiled. This was the moment you'd waited for. Susie smiled at you, 95% of her body on display. Her perfect rack, barely restrained by her red bikini top, jiggled gently with each step her cute bare feet took. 

"Uh, yeah..." You struggled to speak, your mind overwhelmed with taking in every inch of her slender waist and wide hips. 

"C'mon! We were just about to start Marco Polo!" She led you by the arm back around the house to the pool area. Standing on the deck were Susie's good friends Vicky and Carrie, plus a gaggle of other girls who you mostly didn't recognize. And of course, each was dressed (or rather, undressed) in a similarly revealing bikini. God, there must have been at least 20 babes here! 

"Ew, what are YOU doing here?" Vicky wrinkled her nose as you entered. 

"Vicky! Be nice, this is why people think you're stuck-up!" Carrie elbowed her.

Susie rolled her eyes at her friends and changed the subject.

"Alright girls, now that everyone's here, it's Marco Polo time!" 

They all beamed. 

"But who's gonna be it first?" Asked a girl you didn't know.

Susie slapped you on the back. "I think we've got a volunteer!" 

Before you could raise an objection, the girls started dipping into the pool. 

"Don't wanna disappoint all us gals, do ya?" Susie laughed. 

With little option, you peel off your shirt and join them in the pool and waded to the center. 

"Okay, you know how this works, close your eyes!" Carrie instructed. You complied. 

"Marco!" You called out.

"Polo!" A collection of female voices called out.

You take a few steps forward. Just as you were about to call out again, you feel a sudden swish on your legs and stumble over. 

Your eyes snap open to discover Susie standing before you, holding your swim trunks with a wild grin.

Which would mean...

Your hands dive quickly to cover yourself, but it was too late; an overwhelming chorus of cruel feminine giggles erupted from the party.

"It's like a thimble!" Vicky called out.

"What a shrimpdick!" Carrie added.

Half the girls gave two-finger gestures and pinky-waves as they chortled, and the others all turned red as they howled with laughter. 

You shut your eyes again. If it had been possible for you to die of embarrassment, it probably would have happened at that moment.