Kristen and I had been neighbors and friends with Andy and Trish ever since moving into the neighborhood 4 years ago. We were close in age, had similar interests and didn’t have any kids yet. It all started with an invite over for a beer and a burger off the grill and quickly grew into best friends.

As we grew closer and closer, the beer and burgers turned into hot tub time and wine along with scandalous conversations. It didn’t take long for Kristen and Trish to be comfortable enough around each other that they could talk about anything and everything. Andy and I would just laugh, standing at the grill, as our bikini clad partners dished out gossip, current events, and almost certainly, sexual situations and scenarios.

Once they started arguing about who had the “bigger tits”. They were both on display in their bikini tops but Trish, a few cocktails in, yelled over to me and asked “who’s got the gold medal, me or Kristen”? She reached behind my wife, untied her top and completely removed it, tossing it to the side. Kristen was shocked and quickly covered herself but Trish reached behind herself and did the same, tossing the top to side. Me and Andy couldn’t help but stare and chuckle, I could tell he was focusing his attention more on my wife than his own. I was trying not to make it as obvious.

Staring them down and judging was a matter of preference. My wife’s breasts were slightly smaller but had beautiful small pink areolas contrasting her pale skin whereas Trish’s were the larger but lacked tanlines and her darker areolas blended more closely with her more tan skin. Andy and I pretended to be discussing and having a serious discussion about a winner, but we declared it a tie! A tiebreaker must happen to award the medal at some point.

The girls groaned but went back to relaxing in the hot tub, not bothering to put their tops back on. This was the beginning of a competitive streak we found amongst ourselves fueled and driven by our alcohol intake.

It always seemed to be a Friday or Saturday that the competition got the fiercest. We’d play beer pong and the losing team had to play next round completely undressed and if the named team lost again, the winners did body shots off their choice of location on losers bodies. We’d mix up teams and often it would be us two men vs the women. That’s when competition was the highest, us men fighting to see two beautiful women undressed in front of us and having them perform ludicrous tasks. Andy and I won 3 games in a row so not only did they have to play the 2nd game nude, they had to streak down the road before the 3rd, and after losing that, they had to order a pizza and answer the door together, bare ass.

It was all in good fun and we always ended up talking the next day about how crazy we got but didn’t regret a damn thing.

The next time we got together it was spent mostly indoors and led to a game of Truth or Dare. Once the idea was introduced, we all switched from our beers and seltzers to harder, mixed drinks