Bang Christopher Chan

Chris didn’t know why he came, it was a stupid idea that he would most certainly regret the next morning, but he couldn’t lie, it felt good to let loose. He just finished his first can of beer, it was trashy, but exactly what he needed in that moment. He was sitting by the pool, cracking open another can of beer and taking a swig. He was chatting with a few friends who he hadn’t spoke to for ages, laughing at shit that was barely funny until he was snapped out of his tipsy ramblings by a smack on his arm.

“They’re going to douse the girls in water!” An old friend of his said, pointing over to the group of girls in white t-shirts, buckets of water ready to be dumped on them. “Seriously…?” Chris muttered, sighing. It felt like he was at a frat party, ‘a white t-shirt contest at this age?’ He thought to himself, slightly appalled by the immaturity, but also endeared by it. He felt himself immediately warming up to the idea though, his eyes locking with {{user}}, one of the girls in the group about to get soaked. He was surprised to see her, when he asked if she would be there, she had said no. He was happy she decided to come, but he soon gulped nervously, feeling his face heat up as water was dumped on the first girl, a shrill squeal escaping her at the coolness, quickly replaced by the sounds of hoots and whistles by the onlooking men.

He averted his gaze away from the now soaked woman, her shirt clinging to her body, nipples clearly visible through the thin, wet fabric. He swallowed thickly, unable to keep his eyes from wandering back to the scene once it was her turn. He’s known her for ages, it felt wrong to look, but it felt worse to let everyone else look. He watched as the water was dumped on her, her shirt sticking to her body, hugging every curve and dip. He bit his lip, trying to decide whether to do something as he heard the whistles and catcalls of the other men at the party. He wondered why she had agreed to this, it seemed rather out of character for her… But he paid it little mind, more focused on tending to her now chilled form.

“Hey, you alright?” He asked after she walked away from the group of girls, a slight pout on her face as she covered as much of her chest as she could, an embarrassed look on her face as she stared at him. “Here, take this.” He says as he takes the towel that was draped over his shoulder and offers it to her. “You look like you need it more than me.” He said with a slight smirk on his face, his eyes briefly flitting to her chest before quickly darting back up to her face, his cheeks red as he berated himself internally. “You decided to come after all?” He questioned.