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The Inflatable Opera.
Chapter 2: the temptation.

This morning was clearly a unique one. In the less than two hours Tim and Andrey were approached by yet another pair of girls. These two were also quite eye-catching, but in a very different way than Jennifer and Michelle. While some girls choose to go out with a heftier friend to look better by comparison, it seems in this case both girls were trying to use this tactic.
Not to say that they were obese, nor would they be considered as being unattractive. Certainly they were not viewed this way by the hungry teenage boys. Their shapes while not runway model status, were still quite, juicy and appetizing, despite a few extra calories. True, a really picky eye could note love handles on their sides, but everything was toned, tanned and not sagging at all. Tim and Andrey barely noticed these minor defects as they were busy looking at their lovely boobs in those snug, wet swimming tops.
Yana introduced her friends: the natural brunette turned out to be Natalya and the dyed blonde's name was Oksana.
"I'm Oxy to my friends," she said. "Well, we are sooo sorry for taking your sunbeds. Yana told us, they were reserved for her friends. We were only going to claim them temporarily. We'll move now." - Oksana looked down at her toes, or probably at her bosom that was more directly in her line of sight. Clearly, this was an invitation for a gallant move. After all, isn't it supposed to be the guy's role to take the first step? Yesterday Tim would have played along eagerly. Now, after meeting Michelle, he considered being a bit rude by playing dumb to avoid any forthcoming awkwardness. A glance at Yana showed her to be extremely preoccupied inspecting her nails, though he thought he saw a shadow of a smile on her freckled face.
While Tim was still calculating his options, Andrey took the opportunity offered by his hesitation and interjected boldly: "Oh, thank you very much. But these places are yours. We'll find some free landing pads for our asses."
Drying herself with a towel Natasha said,"That's very kind, but all the landing pads must be occupied by now."
Tim had to accept the fait accompli and just go with the flow: "Actually, its no problem at all. We don't plan to tan a lot so we really don't need any beds. All we need is a place to set our clothes and things down."
"You have a nice tan already, Tim" - Natasha smiled.
Oxy said: "So... we can easily share those sunbeds with you. Don’t you agree, Nata? Boys, feel free to leave your stuff here, we aren't going to sunbathe all the time."
"That’s very nice of you. Of course we'll stay, if you don't mind our company..." - said Andrey.
"I'd like to stay with you. But first we should to hit the water and cool down a bit." - Tim looked at the Andrey, as he spoke. The message 'we need to go out and talk' was clear. They stripped down to their swim trunks and headed to the water.

"Andrey, what are you doing?” Tim shot at Andrey as soon as they got out of earshot of their friends. “Look, it’s obvious Yana is behind all this. I mean, I understand that she really wanted to help us,.. but now everything is different."

Andrey just shrugged dismissively: "Hey, I don’t see the problem here. Oxy and Nata are ... well, why shouldn't we enjoy their company? We only have three days and nights here. Let's not waste our time like we did our first week."
"What about Jennifer?"
"What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. After all, we can only inflate our girls for three hours a day at most. Now that’s gonna leave us with twenty one hours on our own. That gives us plenty of time to fit in some fun with Oxy and Natasha. Are you seriously going to try and tell me that this doesn’t hold any appeal for you? Then I guess you won't complain if I take Oxy? You can entertain Natasha if you want. I think they’re as alone as we are. Sad, isn't it? Dismissing them now would be kinda cruel."
"When did you become a fatty fan? How can you even look at Oxy after you met Jenny?" - Tim said.
"Hey, it’s not like we're married to Jen and Michelle! They even aren't our girlfriends. Look, they haven't even made it clear they’re interested in us. We're just helping them, saving from that evil wizard. Now personally I think we’re doing them a truly noble thing, with no expectation of personal gain in return. Well why should we stop there? Hey, I'm about to" - here he made a pause, seeking some euphemism - "help Oxy too, save her remaining days here from the boredom and nights from the loneliness. Look, it’s just three days. We'll never see each other again. Ok, I admit I’ll probably try to win Jennifer then too, but there’s no guarantees there either. So I don't see any moral conflict here. Just take it easy." - At that Andrey gave Tim a halfhearted splash in the face and then dove and swam a few meters under water signaling the end of this silly argument.
Tim pondered about his situation, but didn't see any quick exit from the trap. He threw the thoughts out of his head and tried to just enjoy the swimming.

Back on the shore Oksana and Natasha were deep in conversation too.
"I'm sure, they’re having quite the chit chat about us" - said Oksana in a low voice.
Natasha nodded: "I wish we could hear them now. I'm dying to know if they like us ... Did you know Andrey kept staring at your tits, whenever he thought you weren't watching. You’ve almost got him in your pocket.'
"Not yet. They always stare. Usually, that's all they dare to do." - Oksana said.
Natasha nodded again: "True. As for Tim - he's very shy, but still, he’s cute and he has a nice butt."
Oksana was quick to claim: "Good. He's yours then, and Andrey is mine."
Natasha bit her lip, but agreed: "Ok, thats fair. I've gotten used to the slowpokes already."
Oxy said: "You know. I saw Tim and Andrey a while ago at the disco. Tim actually tried to pick up some gals to dance. With little success though. So ... I think he may have problems with self esteem. You should encourage him a bit, then he'll shine."
"What if they hate fat chicks? I'm afraid they are now laughing at my huge ass."
"Nat, stop grieving in advance. I'm sure they like buxom, gorgeous albeit plump women. And never refer yourself as fat. If they actually like skin and bones type, that's their problem not yours, understand?" - Oksana whispered this tirade loud enough for Yana and Vadim to hear. They refrained from giggling with a great effort.
"Oh, stop this motivational training stuff. I like my body. Some boys do like it too. It's just that so far they’ve all happened to be jerks."
"One jerk, actually. And I warned you about Timur, don’t you remember? Now trust my intuition, Tim wouldn't ever beat a woman." - Oksana said with confidence.
"There’s more than one way to be a jerk." - Natasha upheld her skepticism.
"Look, with such an attitude, you have zero chances. With anyone. Especially with his type. Be open, give him a chance... oh, by the way, they’re heading back already."

Vadim and Yana were busy with each other when boys returned from their short swimming. Oxy and Natasha were renovating the layer of sun lotion on their skins, turning this plain job into a show, yet trying not to overdo the eroticism but keeping it looking natural. Natasha considered asking boys to rub oil into their backs, but decided against rushing things. She helped Oxy, who then returned the favor. Tim was struck by the odd thought that the girl's oiled skin resembled Michelle and Jennifer.
"It's so hot in the morning," - said Andrey - "I'm thirsty already."
"Yes, I could go for a drink." - Tim played along, - "girls, are you up for some cocktails? I'm going to the bar..."
"That's so nice of you, Tim. Well, would you please bring me a cola." - said Oxy.
Vadim and Yana made a break in kissing to make note that they had a couple of beers for themselves already, and that prompted Andrey to ask for a beer too.
Natalia bobbed her head as if pondering: "Well, a cocktail, sounds tempting ... but I don't know what do they have in stock. How about I go with you Tim and check their selection, do you mind? And by the way, for that many glasses you’re going to need four hands." - Natalia winked.

"We're here for the fifth day, ten more to go." - Natalia told Tim, as they went towards the small shop- "Just me and Oxy. We haven't friends here yet, though we met Yana at the last disco party. "
"I missed it. I mean the party. There are three of us here, Andrey, me, Vadim and his uncle, but he actually has his own vacations. So that's three plus one. Vadim met Yana..."
"What about you and Andrey?"
"We weren't so lucky, I'm a bit ... well, we didn't find anyone until this morning." - Tim's gaze got dreamy, as he recalled Michelle. But Natalya read his look quite differently. Thinking he was referring to her and Oxy, she was thrilled to think that Tim actually wasn't deterred by her size. That was a major relief. On the other hand she was a bit concerned that he was apparently overestimating the level of their relationship which had just passed the station of "Hi, sweetie, what's your name?" On the other hand, they were at a beach resort, with a very little time to waste on formalities. Natasha decided maybe there was nothing wrong with accelerating the pace of events a bit.
"Where are you from?" - Natalia asked a standard question.
"Chelyabinsk" - Tim said - "but ... I'm moving to Moscow for the next five years.We graduated this year and just passed the exams."
"So you are institute freshmen?"
"University, actually. Moscow University. I'm chemist and Andrey went in the computer sciences." - Tim said it calmly, though he was quite proud.
Tim’s stocks just went up in Natalia’s mind. "Oh the MSU? Oxy and I are from the Moscow too. But we are but humble linguists. We’re second year students."
Tim pondered this new event. Their potential brief affair at the resort just gained the possibility to last much longer. He had to admit he had mixed feelings about this. The opportunity to start making good friends, or maybe more than friends, in Moscow, was tempting, but it didn’t fit in well with Michelle. Girlfriend juggling was not his favorite sport.

At the shop, they took a cola and a bottle of a Czech beer for Andrey and Oxy and for themselves they picked two pina-coladas.
"Ouch" - a stone slipped into Natasha’s sandal on the return route and she seized on the opportunity to bend forward seductively as she set the drinks she was carrying on the ground and removed the stone. Tim found himself becoming a bit more inclined to Andrey's point of view, as he watched the show.

The image of the poor deflated Michelle was gradually pressed out of Tim's mind. Still he felt a salty grain of guilt mixed with the pleasure of watching Natasha. Although he found her quite sexy, her plus size was a minus. Back at home he'd never go out with a girl like Natasha, wary of what his friends might say. Here it wasn't a big deal, and Andrew had an eye for Oxy, who matched her friend, Natasha, in size.
"What a loser I am," - Tim thought - "I can't chose between a fat chick and a blow up woman."
Natasha noticed a shade on his face: "what's on your mind, Tim?"
"Nothing. Everything is fine." - this was hardly a convincing answer. Still she didn't push him for more openness.

Back on their site they saw Andrey and Oxy browsing photos on the phone, judging by the pink color, the device belonged to Oksana. Noteworthy: Andrey's left hand embraced Oxy by the place where her waistline could have been.
"Oh. You two took your sweet time" - Oxy noted - "but better late than too late... I didn't get to the fun stuff yet. Tim, come , take a look too."

She just finished showing photos from a makeshift masquerade ball, one could call it a cosplay. Next was a large section dedicated to Oksana belly dancing session. That kind of 1001 nights style fit her well. After some interlude with kitten photos taken at the resort started: girls sliding down in water tubes, shots taken at the nightclub, a smirking dude with a dark complexion, hugging Natasha - these photos were skipped quickly, a sunset and yet another session at the nightclub - this time without company: just Nat and Oxy.
"Thats it for now" - said Oksana, putting her phone into her purse, - "Oh don’t worry, this isn’t the end, just a pause."
"What if we all go swimming together and then take some more photos? I didn't see any with you two in the sea." - Andrey proposed.
"You are right, we don't swim very well" - said Oksana.
"But we borought an air mattress. I'd love to lay out a bit on it as we roll over the waves”. - Natasha rolled her eyes - "alas it takes forever to inflate it."
"I think, I'll handle it in less than eternity," - said Tim.
Oxy pointed at the roll of red vinyl in the bag - "I'll be very impressed if you do. We haven't a pump here. Actually we have one, but it’s broken."
Tim and Andrey unwrapped the vast inflatable bed. The task of blowing it up with mere lung power seemed daunting indeed.
"Maybe, we should fix the pump instead?" - Andrey supposed. He examined the plastic footpump - there were cracks all over the thing...
Natasha commented: "I don’t think so, I guess it wasn’t designed for such a harsh duty. Looks like it’s beyond repair. We either have to find somewhere we can buy a new one, or just make do without one. I have some good news, though. There are two valves, so you can share the effort."
It was too late to back down.

While Tim and Andrey were busy huffing and puffing, inflating the huge pneumatic mattress, girls quite enjoyed having two strapping young men exerting themselves for their benefit, they found sight of their heaving chests somewhat arousing.

The boys huffed and puffed as drops of sweat formed over their foreheads and the tone of their skin reddened getting closer to the color of the damn plastic pool bed. The mattress slowly gained shape, volume, and firmness. It was quite big. Not enough to serve as a helicopter pad, though Tim and Andrey felt it ought to be with how much effort it took them to inflate it. Still, two big girls such as Nat and Oxy could rest upon it.
Finally Tim and Andrey plugged their valves and fallen on the bed panting deeply.
"Darn thing took my breath away" - Andrey said.
"Yep. I feel deflated." - Tim mimicked the process of losing the air and collapsing.
Natasha giggled: "I’m going in for the rescue!" - she took Tim's hand lying meekly and brought his thumb to her mouth and blew. Oksana got the idea and started “inflating” Andrey in the same manner. The boys played along and with a few blows they mimicked ballooning back to life. Tim found the pantomime quite arousing, because of the way Nat held his thumb, that sparked some naughty fantasies in his mind. Besides, now that he knew such a thing was indeed possible, and for a moment imagined himself as a living blow up man. Something inside his swim trunks inflated indeed, responding to his thoughts, which Natalya couldn’t help but notice, making her blush.

A while later the girls were floating on their airbed, Oxy took her phone and was recording videos of Andrew and Tim diving for the sea shells. An hour or two passed without notice, as time always flies when you are having fun.

The boys helped to carry the airbed back to the hotel. Everyone thought, that in case there might be a chance to use it again, it would be best to keep it inflated. Tim and Andrey agreed to meet Oksana and Natalia for lunch and left them at the threshold of their suite. The girls headed in to take a shower.
"I must say, this day has been eventful" - said Andrey - "I'm sure it will be followed by no less an awesome night. Though, to make sure that happens we’ll have to do some shopping now. Wine, fruits, some cake or chocolate, condoms of course. That's for the first half of the night"
"For the second we need a pump, am I right?" - Tim got his idea.
Andrey nodded: "Exactly."
Tim pondered: "But we don't know what kind of pump would fit their nozzles."
"Yes. But that won’t be a big problem"

A while later they went down by the market street, Andrey carried the bag with Jen inside.
They bought a bottle of white Austrian wine and a box of chocolate sweets. In the end of a street there was a sporting goods shop with bikes and equipment, it turned to be a disappointment: those bike pumps were only compatible with the threaded style of valve stems for tire inner tubes..
Tim peered into the bag and looking at the nozzle he observed, "Their valves look a lot like pool toys. Maybe we should look there instead" - as he pointed at a shop across the road that specialized in touristy beach paraphernalia. Amid all the swimsuits, diving masks beach towels, souvenirs. postcards and other bric a brac, there was a large assortment of inflatable water toys.
They walked among the shelves, with various boxed toys and swimming aids. Some articles were inflated, yet enclosed pumps weren't on display as they weren't supposed to be sold separately.
"Can I help you?" - a salesgirl appeared suddenly.
"Well. We need a pump..." - said Tim - "my sister's inflatable mermaid, well, I've broken her pump accidentally." That was a good improvisation.
"Oh I'm sure you can find one here, can I look at the mermaid, please?" - the salesgirl smiled.
"Err ... Annette, am I right?" - Andrey looked down at her badge - "We didn't take it with us. We sort of, well, remember how the valve looks like."
"Oh, I just noticed that you touched the nozzle of this orca and then looked down into that bag," Annette tried to peek into the bag, that Andrey was holding. He moved it aside, hastily twisting the neck of the bag, before she could identify the contents. An awkward silence followed.
Tim was the first to break it: "I think it was a bit narrower than this orca's nozzle. And it had ribs across the valve, to hold the plug tighter, I think."
"Boys, do you really need that pump? There are much better alternatives around," - she winked.
Tim said: "It seems to be some misunderstanding, so we really need a pump."
Annette frowned: "Oh I see. Then you should look for that pump elsewhere. It is two quarters from here..."

Andrey and Tim followed her directions and weren't surprised to find an adult toys shop at the destination. That was somewhat embarrassing, yet they found there a really good automatic pump equipped with a rechargeable accumulator, that fit Jen’s valve perfectly.
On their way back to the hotel Andrey said: "We have to hurry if we don't want to be late for our lunch with Oxy and Natasha."
Tim agreed, accelerating his pace: "We have forty minutes before we were supposed to meet them. But, that’s barely enough to hide Jen and get to the cafe. By the way, why are you so sure she is not listening?"
Andrey shrugged: "Well, she said so, this just makes sense to me: she is flat, crumpled, folded down here, she can't move when deflated ..."
"Sense? None of this stuff make any sense at all if you really think about it. Living inflatable women are supposed to be total nonsense, speculating about their capabilities is a bullshit. We are facing a miracle. Magic - by definition, it is something you don't understand. She looks like a blowup doll now, so your mind associates her with a doll. An object, that can't hear, think, blame you for cheating..."
Andrey was perplexed by this sudden outburst: "Tim, not this shit again, please. If you are going to be all that knightly and faithful to a woman who hasn't even hinted any affection, who is clearly older than you, and is made of rubber or whatever, that's your choice. Just don't spoil the evening for me and Oxy, okay?"
Tim disagreed: "Not hinted? They surrendered themselves in our hands and they deflated in a very flirting manner. Do you remember what did you said to Jen? And a bit later, you shouted to the entire beach about inflatable goddesses."
"Fine. You have a point. But would it be very chivalrous of you to disappoint Natasha now? You two were getting along very well. You didn't mind getting closer after our last talk. You'd look like quite a jerk, if you back down now, and I don’t think that would just be in her eyes, but in your own as well."
"Yes. You’re right" - Tim's face darkened - "frankly speaking, I don't know what to do."
"Then relax and have fun. Don't screw your brains with all that stuff. And my brains too, by the way."

When the boys arrived, Oxy and Natalya were already at the cafe, despite all their make up, carefully chosen dresses and perfume - all the things that cause women to be late. Natalya had put on a pearl silk blouse that accented her bosom but was a bit loose below. Her satin skirt was matching her hair color. Oxy chose a salad top with a yellow "look me in the eyes!" - imperative spanning across her chest, her green skirt did the very same job as Natalie's - concealing the size of her bottom.
They picked snacks, soups, Oxy put her eyes on a tiramisu, but Natalie slapped her hand.
The girls tweeted happily, about the nightlife back in the Moscow, wedding of their common friend, and occasionally laughing to the Andrey's jokes. Tim sat mostly silent, listening to the girls. It wasn't too awkward, as his mouth was busy chewing.
The day went on: they bought four water soakers and returned to the childhood for an hour - running, shooting, spraying, and drenching each other wet. When the girls got tired, they retrieved the air mattress and brought it into play once again. This time the boys towed it quite far from the shore with Oxy and Nat resting aboard. They had gotten to know each other to a certain degree since the morning. Enough to add to their friends lists in assorted social networks, yet there was still a long way to go. One doesn't just trust his or her life to a stranger. At least voluntarily. Though one might be forced to do so by accident, as they were about to learn.

"I did tell you, boys that we don't swim well, didn’t I?" - asked Oxy.
"Not that I'm afraid," - added Natasha, - "but still it’d be safer to stick to the shallow waters. What if something like this will happen?" - she tugged the inflation plug out of the mattress.
"We'll save you. By the way, I know how to rescue people on waters" - said Tim, he omitted the fact that his knowledge in this area was purely academical.
Natalya rose her brow, expressing interest: “Oh?! And prey tell, just how does it happen? I mean the saving. Is there some special technique?”
"You should support head of the drowning person above surface of water, but there is a problem he or she may panic, grab the saver, lock your arms around you or try to climb on top of you and then you both could drown together.“ - said Tim.
Natalya bit her lip and pushed the plug back into the mattress valve, stopping the low whooshing sound of escaping air. “So how would you handle a drowning girl, for example a girl like me. Would you be able to avoid my hands somehow?” - she was clearly inviting him and Tim proceeded on his collision course: “The trick is to approach her from behind, hold her by the chin to keep her mouth above the surface. This way she won’t grab me and we both can breathe safely. If I could get her calmed down I'd support her to help her float on her back on the surface of water, it is the best way to save energy, natural buoyancy will do all the job. I'd be behind and below her back. Supporting her with one arm, shoulder and chest. This leaves my other hand and two legs free, it's enough to swim, then I’d gently pull her towards the shore.
"Hm. I got the basic idea." - Natasha nodded - "but wouldn't it be more clear if you show it?" - saying this she slid her legs down in the water and turned her back to Tim, her head and arms still rested upon the pneumatic bed, though. Under other circumstances she would be much more hesitant about sending such a blunt message, but they were short on time.
Tim didn't hesitate long: his chest pressed against her bottom, and his hands went to her lovehandles. Natasha was still warm to the touch, the water having not yet cooled her sun warmed skin. He pulled her down delicately, encouraging her to release the fabric of the mattress.
For a short moment she experienced a surge of panic, but quickly squelched it, she leaned her back against his chest and shoulder, and rested her head against his arm. The salty sea water splashed into her face, and Natalya suddenly realized that there were more meters of water between her toes and the sea bottom than she would have liked.
Tim felt her condition, and with his mouth close to her ear he said in a soft, low, calming voice, "Relax. there is no danger at all, I’ve got you. Now inhale."
She took a deep breath, and as air flowed unhindered into her lungs, her fear receded. With this intake of breath, Natalya experienced a slight additional buoyancy too. It took several more deep breaths to calm down. Taking a deep breath in was easy, but she had to force herself to trust that she could safely let it out again and lose that additional buoyancy. Tim heard her breathing slow from fast panicked gasps to forced long slow breaths, and then to steady calm ones as the tension in her body relaxed in his grip and he suddenly understood she was trusting him completely. Natasha meanwhile had switched her imagination from the dangerous depths below to the sensual feelings of Tim's embrace, his lips so close to her neck she could feel the warmth of his breath playing across the cool of her wet skin. The fear retreated leaving the battlefield to her desire.

Oxy watched this scene for a few minutes and then made up her mind and asked Andrey to “save her” as well. This second rescue operation went well also. Of course Oksana had to get used to swimming, but Andrey did a good job reassuring her, and the example of her friend helped a lot as well. - still Oxy had to muster all her will to maintain a visible calm.
Meanwhile Natasha and Tim enjoyed warm sea, swimming and each other.
Natasha was first to notice the problem. She looked around and found the pneumatic bed uncomfortably far - some fifteen meters away. “Tim, look, we have drifted a bit too far from the mattress. I think we should return to base” - she tried to hide her anxiety.
He changed course and started rowing towards the red airbed. He was still towing Natalya of course. Supporting her in the water wasn’t the problem, that was all about density. Large buxom girls can float with much less effort. But the flipside to that is the drag. No matter how hard Tim tried, their speed remained low. A few minutes later he started to feel first signs of fatigue, yet the distance to the mattress hadn’t shortened significantly. Once their pneumatic vessel freed herself from the burden of her two passengers, she was buoyed higher in the water and started to drift across the waves, with every minor gust of the wind hitting its enormous sail surface.
Tim decided that losing mattress was bad enough, but losing their stamina in this situation could be disastrous, so he abandoned the pursuit: "We need to make for the shore instead."
Andrey and Oxy had just discovered what had happened as well.The situation went from bad to worse, as a wave of panic shattered Oxy’s shaky self control: "Oh no. Andrey, bring me back, now! I can’t swim!” - Oxy shuddered. Andrey pinched her to quell the rising hysteria and then barked: "shut up and do what I say, we'll be safe."
It was rude, yet effective: Oxy immediately stopped her crying and became very quiet and still, though she was very much afraid.
"Everything will be fine," - he said, in a much calmer and gentler tone to smooth his previous outbreak - "trust me and relax, we'll take care of you and Natasha."
Tim added: “Hold on, ladies. We are going to bring you to the shore soon.Just lay back and enjoy your ride.”
"Though you aren't as comfortable as our mattress was, you are much more handsome." - Natalya laughed. It wasn't too funny, of course, still her nervous giggle has dispersed the gloomy atmosphere.

They headed to the shore. It took about ten rather uneventful minutes to reach the shallow water.
Andrey was a bit younger than Oxy, so she used to consider herself as the leading party in the tandem. After the accident she suddenly realized that she liked the way Andrey treated her and took charge in the critical situation. The fact, that she could enjoy a subdued role in relationships become a true revelation to her. He used the opportunity to touch and explore her, as he towed her. There was no need to hold her head, so his left arm went under her chest - he hugged her from behind this way. Her back rested upon his muscular chest, apparently he liked it too - something in his swims got stiff and rubbed against her buttocks.
Andrey looked forward for a hot summer night with her, indeed. He knew the chances of delaying that for after the third date while originally small would decrease to almost zero after the accident with the mattress.
Natasha got used to swimming and tried to help Tim. Her swimming style wasn't very effective to say the least - a lot of splashing and splatters, but who cares?
His hug only increased her enthusiasm, a mischievous smile on her lips reflected her thoughts. Fortunately, she didn't know what was on his mind.
Tim felt a slight numbness in his left leg. That could be an early warning of a cramp, which could spell a serious trouble in their situation. For a brief moment, he imagined drowning with Natasha in his hands. He would never see Michelle, no one to to take care and without help she was going to be stuck in her deflated state. Tim casted away the ridiculous thought of dying, yet the image of Michelle stayed: her stunningly beautiful face, her voice, platinum mane, shapely legs and of course her fantastic curves. He recalled the story she told and the moment she pulled her inflation plug. Her words and his promises before her body become just a flat roll of plastic, or whatever material she is made of. These images in his memory sort of excited him. Of course, Natasha noticed it, yet attributed it to her own sex appeal.
She turned her pretty head and smiled to him. Tim felt a jab of conscience ... and then his face turned into grimace of pain: "***, *** my leg!" - he said.
"Honey, does it hurt?" - there was genuine compassion in her voice.
He nodded, contracting the aching limb. He still supported Nat with his left hand, but barely could move on. "It is not dangerous, I'll recover soon and bring you to the shore, sorry for this," - he said.
"What's wrong, bud?" - Andrey asked.
"Nothing. My leg is cramped. Go on with Oxy, we'll catch up soon." - Tim maintained confident air.
"Shore is really close, I see kids standing on the bottom, ahead," - Andrey replied - "I'll return to you, once Oxy is safe."
Nat proposed: "I can swim too, just hold me, for I'm still a bit afraid."
Tim agreed: "Oh, that would be very nice of you. But be careful."

Soon his toes on the healthy right leg touched the sand. Nat and Andrey helped him to finally get to the shore. All four then fell on the wet sand and pebbles and panted deeply.

The waves crashed and rolled on up the shore, licking their heels. Natasha knelt in the wet sand enthusiastically massaging Tim's leg as his pain gradually receded.
He peeked at Andrey and Oxy, who were busy kissing fervently. Apparently, Andrey wasn't suffering any internal conflict. Quite the contrary, from all appearances. Still Tim felt uneasy. He considered telling Natasha, that he loved another woman, but of course he didn’t. Like most men he decided to wait and see if the problem resolved itself on its own. There was a cocktail of emotions that ruled his actions, or rather lack of actions: her undeniable sexual appeal, gratitude for treating him well, and some guilt too. This is not an adequate substitute for love, of course. However, it is still a glue that has proven strong enough to keep many relationships intact for years.
Besides this he didn’t want to hurt Natasha or spoil the fun for Andrey. He had gotten to the first base already. The recent rescue from a very real danger was working as an aphrodisiac.
"Is it better now? " - Natasha interrupted his thoughts.
"Oh yes! Your fingers work magic!" - Tim smiled. His leg still ached, but it was feeling better, and even if it wasn't, she deserved these kind words for her efforts.
"Indeed they are gifted " - she blew at her manicure and then beckoned to him with her index finger.
He hopped by her side the next instant.
"Come to me, my savior" - coed Natasha, just before their lips joined in a kiss.

Once they recovered from swimming and somewhat satiating their lust, the four friends took a stroll along the beach in search of their prodigal mattress. The troublemaker, that caused their latest risky adventure, was found after almost an hour long pursuit. Fortunately, the wind and currents hadn't sweep it out to sea. Andrey and Tim picked it up not too far from shore.

The return stroll was just as lovely and quite romantic. The first burst of fiery passion had now subsided into a gently warming campfire. Instead of all consuming need or desperate hunger, there was pure contentment to just walk hand in hand, offering compliments, laughing at crude jokes, hugging by the waist and sometimes below. The girls even offered themselves as guides to all the fabulous places of Moscow, hinting, that they weren't opposed to a more lasting type of relationship.

Then was the dinner with pizza, pasta and white wine, that started at a nearby restaurant and continued back at the girls' place, which happened to be quite a luxurious room. There were tastefully decorated pieces of furniture including two single beds covered with peach rosy blankets and a small table ideally suited for their glasses, the remaining bottle of champagne and chocolate sweets, that the boys brought.
Despite three bottles of wine Oxy and Natasha exerted enough self control to refrain from eating the chocolates "Oh, they look sooo delicious,” - Natasha licked her lips - “But do you, boys, really want to ruin what remains of our figures?” Actually, Tim thought to himself that any narrowing of their waistlines had already said bye bye a good while ago. Also, the Italian food they ate for the dinner was quite unhealthy too, clearly surpassing the extra calories and starch/sugar factor found in these tiny heart shaped chocolates.
Oxy supported her: “But I have an idea.” - with a mischievous smile she took one of the sweets and brought it to Natasha’s face - "now open your mouth. Trust me, it gonna be fun!" Oxy put the chocolate heart between her friend’s lips and added: “Don’t eat.” She turned to Tim and commanded: “You eat!” Of course, she then put a treat for Andrey into her own mouth.
The chocolate melted on their hot lips making stains that begged to be licked clean.
Tim was about to proceed on by kissing his girls neck, but she stopped him: "not so fast,boys." She pushed Oxy on the bed and pulled her friend's top revealing her bellybutton. There went the second pair of sweets. The boys weren't overly excited with the girl's bellies, so they finished the second dish rather quickly without much foreplaying. But when they looked up they found, that in the meantime girls had gotten rid of their tops, leaving their ample charms covered only by their bras, and set pieces of chocolate down into their cleavages, yes, right between their breasts. Seeing Tim's excitement, Natasha came up with an even more naughty idea: she squeezed her boobs, squishing the candy. "Ouch" - she said - "I crushed it accidentally, now I'll be sweet and sticky down there, unless you help me licking it out.". Oxy got the idea and repeated the trick with her own bust. Of course, boys were more than one eager to help cleaning up the mess.
Unlike some of the “A” or “B” cup lingerie you might find on stick figured runway models, the bras of Natasha and Oxy were used to pull a much heavier duty, but the girls decided the time had come to give them a short break and with a synchronized flourish of unclasping straps they gave their young admirers full view of their breasts. Andrey noted, that despite their decent size, his girl’s bust could keep the shape in absence of any support. Natasha didn't sag either. The girl's topped their nipples with candies , encouraging Tim and Andrey to suck every tiny drop of melting chocolate, driving boys mad with desire and bringing the girls to cries of ecstasy. They couldn't help rushing to the final station, Oxy pulled down her panties and placed the candy in between her nether lips. Natasha took the last sweet from the box and inserted it deep into her sex, smiling mischievously.
"Oh my, they've lured us into a trap" - Andrey said in mock horror, barely refrained from laughing.
“Yes, and they’ve got me now! I’m being pulled in! It’s too late for me, save yourself!!” Tim cried out as he dove his face into Natasha’s crotch.
“Oh No... I can’t pull back, I can’t stop looking at this sweet! My tongue is responding to a will other than my own! ” Andrey announced as he went to work on Oxy.
The boys antics made the girls giggle with laughter, then cry out in moans of rapture as they were making a fresh new definition to the idea of eating a woman out. Although the boys weren't terribly experienced at it, Oxy and Natasha were already aroused from all the previous playing and quickly reached the culmination. Of course, girls were happy to return the favor... Let's just say, this night of love turned to be the best on the boys' record so far. Performing when someone else was around was a new experience as well, discomforting at first, but they quickly got used to it.

Tim woke up in the darkness. Natasha's hand was on his chest, her warm breath with a scent of alcohol blew into his ear. Oxy and Andrey snorted nearby on the sofa. He felt good, despite a mild sore throat. Then in a sudden flash of memory, the vision of deflating Michelle appeared in his mind. How could he have forgotten about her? A wave of anger hit him on a full broadside, sweeping the tattered remains of sleep away.
He sat up and sought for his phone, it was half past two . Not too late to see his pneumatic mistress. But there was a problem: he clearly had to wake Andrey up, without disturbing girl's sleep.
His first attempts weren't successful, his friend ignored all the whispers about Jenn. So Tim had to resort to the nuclear option - he softly pinched Andrey's nose with his fingers and voila, ten seconds later he opened his eyes, gasping for air.
Andrey punched Tim in the stomach, skipping all the verbal expressions of his disappointment.
"Ouch!" - Tim was caught off guard - "Calm down! We have to get moving now, but be quiet...”
“Just f** off. I gonna sleep." - Andrey interrupted him rudely.
"We should talk now!" - Tim didn't give up.
"Okay. I get up. " - Andrey sat on the bed, freeing himself from Oxy's embrace - "I need to see the white fellow, anyway."

A minute later Andrey left the bathroom and said:" Now I'm listening to you, but you better be brief, because I'm returning to the bed"
"Jenn is waiting for you." - said Tim.
"In her present condition she could easily wait one more night. Couldn't she?" - Andrey parried.
"Have you ever had an opportunity to taste two gals in a row and sort of compare?" - Tim played the only trump he had in his hand. Of course he said it in a low voice. But Andrey heard him well enough. And this last argument was begrudgingly accepted after a short pondering.
“Ok, you have a point, bro. We should go, but you know, it would be very ungraceful to leave these girls without saying a word."

Tim couldn't disagree: "Yea, they'll be real pissed if they woke up alone. Though they won't be too happy if we wake them up now either."
"That all depends on how you do it. Watch the master and learn. " - Andrey returned to the bed, kissed Oxy in the lips and cuddled her back gently. She moaned something, apparently still sleeping.
"Maybe we should just leave a note on a table, so they'll read it once they wake up?" - Tim thought about asking just what bullshit Andrey was planning to say, but decided against it.
Tim leaned over to his own girl, listening her breathing. Although he wanted to hurry back to see Michelle, he didn't want to hurt Natasha. She deserved some consideration for his midnight escape. Tim softly kissed her in the lips, being tender and careful to make sure she won't wake up too early. He planted a series of kisses along her neck, left breast, then her side giving attention to her love handle this time.
He had to move her blanket aside to reach the destination and finally spread her legs apart before diving inside her sex. Andrey repeated basically same maneuvers. Soon both girls were writhing in pleasure.

"I seriously want you to be my alarm clock, honey, this was wonderful." - Natasha said, - "But why now? Couldn't you wait til morning?"
Andrey jumped in with a well prepared answer: "I’m afraid we have to leave now. We'll be back soon, but now we must go."
"But why?!" - both girls were surprised and clearly disappointed.
"In short, the cause is Uncle Victor, he pretends to be responsible for us. He's Vadim's uncle, but nevertheless he thinks, his duty is to meddle in everyone’s lives.Right now as long as he thinks we have nothing going on, he’s happy to leave us alone. But if we aren’t in our rooms when he checks on everyone, we’re going to get no end of interrogations on the matter, and that will make things considerably more difficult for us to see you again. At least, not alone. He’ll want to meet you both, and he can get very obnoxious with the kinds of intimate details he will try to find out. He tends to be quite open about his own conquests,and thinks it’s only right everyone else should be the same way. I’m afraid, respect for personal space is not his strong suit. Believe me, it’s best we keep him clueless about us for the rest of this trip if we want to enjoy ourselves with any privacy.”
“But it is so late now. How do you know he hasn’t checked your room already and found that you are missing.” - Natasha asked.
“He usually returns after three, when the club he likes closes. Sometimes it’s a bit later, depending on if he’s managed to hook up with his latest one night stand, which he’s as likely to bring back to our hotel as to head out to her place. But he always checks in at some point during the early hours. And I’m sure tonight will be no exception.”
“So you can’t spend the whole night with us on any of the nights we’re here?” - Oxy pouted.
“I’m afraid not,” - Tim sighed, picking up on Andrey’s line and running with it. Though it was close enough to the truth as to have been a valid concern even if they didn’t have any ulterior motives. - “But we promise to make it up to you each and every day, and well into the night too. Actually, I hope to get back to you in the morning, before you two finally get up.”
“We’ll hold you to that! You can bank on it!” Natasha said, with notes of disappointment.
Oxy could only nod her head sadly, then she got into her purse and handed a hotel key card to Andrey - “Take it. You better sneak back under our blankets without disturbing us, when you return.”
They kissed one last time, then Andrey and Tim left.

Ten minutes later they were back in their room, unwrapping the deflated beauties.

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The Inflatable Opera.
Chapter 2: the temptation.

This morning was clearly a unique one. In the less than two hours Tim and Andrey were approached by yet another pair of girls. These two were also quite eye-catching, but in a very different way than Jennifer and Michelle. While some girls choose to go out with a heftier friend to look better by comparison, it seems in this case both girls were trying to use this tactic.
Not to say that they were obese, nor would they be considered as being unattractive. Certainly they were not viewed this way by the hungry teenage boys. Their shapes while not runway model status, were still quite, juicy and appetizing, despite a few extra calories. True, a really picky eye could note love handles on their sides, but everything was toned, tanned and not sagging at all. Tim and Andrey barely noticed these minor defects as they were busy looking at their lovely boobs in those snug, wet swimming tops.
Yana introduced her friends: the natural brunette turned out to be Natalya and the dyed blonde's name was Oksana.
"I'm Oxy to my friends," she said. "Well, we are sooo sorry for taking your sunbeds. Yana told us, they were reserved for her friends. We were only going to claim them temporarily. We'll move now." - Oksana looked down at her toes, or probably at her bosom that was more directly in her line of sight. Clearly, this was an invitation for a gallant move. After all, isn't it supposed to be the guy's role to take the first step? Yesterday Tim would have played along eagerly. Now, after meeting Michelle, he considered being a bit rude by playing dumb to avoid any forthcoming awkwardness. A glance at Yana showed her to be extremely preoccupied inspecting her nails, though he thought he saw a shadow of a smile on her freckled face.
While Tim was still calculating his options, Andrey took the opportunity offered by his hesitation and interjected boldly: "Oh, thank you very much. But these places are yours. We'll find some free landing pads for our asses."
Drying herself with a towel Natasha said,"That's very kind, but all the landing pads must be occupied by now."
Tim had to accept the fait accompli and just go with the flow: "Actually, its no problem at all. We don't plan to tan a lot so we really don't need any beds. All we need is a place to set our clothes and things down."
"You have a nice tan already, Tim" - Natasha smiled.
Oxy said: "So... we can easily share those sunbeds with you. Don’t you agree, Nata? Boys, feel free to leave your stuff here, we aren't going to sunbathe all the time."
"That’s very nice of you. Of course we'll stay, if you don't mind our company..." - said Andrey.
"I'd like to stay with you. But first we should to hit the water and cool down a bit." - Tim looked at the Andrey, as he spoke. The message 'we need to go out and talk' was clear. They stripped down to their swim trunks and headed to the water.

"Andrey, what are you doing?” Tim shot at Andrey as soon as they got out of earshot of their friends. “Look, it’s obvious Yana is behind all this. I mean, I understand that she really wanted to help us,.. but now everything is different."

Andrey just shrugged dismissively: "Hey, I don’t see the problem here. Oxy and Nata are ... well, why shouldn't we enjoy their company? We only have three days and nights here. Let's not waste our time like we did our first week."
"What about Jennifer?"
"What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. After all, we can only inflate our girls for three hours a day at most. Now that’s gonna leave us with twenty one hours on our own. That gives us plenty of time to fit in some fun with Oxy and Natasha. Are you seriously going to try and tell me that this doesn’t hold any appeal for you? Then I guess you won't complain if I take Oxy? You can entertain Natasha if you want. I think they’re as alone as we are. Sad, isn't it? Dismissing them now would be kinda cruel."
"When did you become a fatty fan? How can you even look at Oxy after you met Jenny?" - Tim said.
"Hey, it’s not like we're married to Jen and Michelle! They even aren't our girlfriends. Look, they haven't even made it clear they’re interested in us. We're just helping them, saving from that evil wizard. Now personally I think we’re doing them a truly noble thing, with no expectation of personal gain in return. Well why should we stop there? Hey, I'm about to" - here he made a pause, seeking some euphemism - "help Oxy too, save her remaining days here from the boredom and nights from the loneliness. Look, it’s just three days. We'll never see each other again. Ok, I admit I’ll probably try to win Jennifer then too, but there’s no guarantees there either. So I don't see any moral conflict here. Just take it easy." - At that Andrey gave Tim a halfhearted splash in the face and then dove and swam a few meters under water signaling the end of this silly argument.
Tim pondered about his situation, but didn't see any quick exit from the trap. He threw the thoughts out of his head and tried to just enjoy the swimming.

Back on the shore Oksana and Natasha were deep in conversation too.
"I'm sure, they’re having quite the chit chat about us" - said Oksana in a low voice.
Natasha nodded: "I wish we could hear them now. I'm dying to know if they like us ... Did you know Andrey kept staring at your tits, whenever he thought you weren't watching. You’ve almost got him in your pocket.'
"Not yet. They always stare. Usually, that's all they dare to do." - Oksana said.
Natasha nodded again: "True. As for Tim - he's very shy, but still, he’s cute and he has a nice butt."
Oksana was quick to claim: "Good. He's yours then, and Andrey is mine."
Natasha bit her lip, but agreed: "Ok, thats fair. I've gotten used to the slowpokes already."
Oxy said: "You know. I saw Tim and Andrey a while ago at the disco. Tim actually tried to pick up some gals to dance. With little success though. So ... I think he may have problems with self esteem. You should encourage him a bit, then he'll shine."
"What if they hate fat chicks? I'm afraid they are now laughing at my huge ass."
"Nat, stop grieving in advance. I'm sure they like buxom, gorgeous albeit plump women. And never refer yourself as fat. If they actually like skin and bones type, that's their problem not yours, understand?" - Oksana whispered this tirade loud enough for Yana and Vadim to hear. They refrained from giggling with a great effort.
"Oh, stop this motivational training stuff. I like my body. Some boys do like it too. It's just that so far they’ve all happened to be jerks."
"One jerk, actually. And I warned you about Timur, don’t you remember? Now trust my intuition, Tim wouldn't ever beat a woman." - Oksana said with confidence.
"There’s more than one way to be a jerk." - Natasha upheld her skepticism.
"Look, with such an attitude, you have zero chances. With anyone. Especially with his type. Be open, give him a chance... oh, by the way, they’re heading back already."

Vadim and Yana were busy with each other when boys returned from their short swimming. Oxy and Natasha were renovating the layer of sun lotion on their skins, turning this plain job into a show, yet trying not to overdo the eroticism but keeping it looking natural. Natasha considered asking boys to rub oil into their backs, but decided against rushing things. She helped Oxy, who then returned the favor. Tim was struck by the odd thought that the girl's oiled skin resembled Michelle and Jennifer.
"It's so hot in the morning," - said Andrey - "I'm thirsty already."
"Yes, I could go for a drink." - Tim played along, - "girls, are you up for some cocktails? I'm going to the bar..."
"That's so nice of you, Tim. Well, would you please bring me a cola." - said Oxy.
Vadim and Yana made a break in kissing to make note that they had a couple of beers for themselves already, and that prompted Andrey to ask for a beer too.
Natalia bobbed her head as if pondering: "Well, a cocktail, sounds tempting ... but I don't know what do they have in stock. How about I go with you Tim and check their selection, do you mind? And by the way, for that many glasses you’re going to need four hands." - Natalia winked.

"We're here for the fifth day, ten more to go." - Natalia told Tim, as they went towards the small shop- "Just me and Oxy. We haven't friends here yet, though we met Yana at the last disco party. "
"I missed it. I mean the party. There are three of us here, Andrey, me, Vadim and his uncle, but he actually has his own vacations. So that's three plus one. Vadim met Yana..."
"What about you and Andrey?"
"We weren't so lucky, I'm a bit ... well, we didn't find anyone until this morning." - Tim's gaze got dreamy, as he recalled Michelle. But Natalya read his look quite differently. Thinking he was referring to her and Oxy, she was thrilled to think that Tim actually wasn't deterred by her size. That was a major relief. On the other hand she was a bit concerned that he was apparently overestimating the level of their relationship which had just passed the station of "Hi, sweetie, what's your name?" On the other hand, they were at a beach resort, with a very little time to waste on formalities. Natasha decided maybe there was nothing wrong with accelerating the pace of events a bit.
"Where are you from?" - Natalia asked a standard question.
"Chelyabinsk" - Tim said - "but ... I'm moving to Moscow for the next five years.We graduated this year and just passed the exams."
"So you are institute freshmen?"
"University, actually. Moscow University. I'm chemist and Andrey went in the computer sciences." - Tim said it calmly, though he was quite proud.
Tim’s stocks just went up in Natalia’s mind. "Oh the MSU? Oxy and I are from the Moscow too. But we are but humble linguists. We’re second year students."
Tim pondered this new event. Their potential brief affair at the resort just gained the possibility to last much longer. He had to admit he had mixed feelings about this. The opportunity to start making good friends, or maybe more than friends, in Moscow, was tempting, but it didn’t fit in well with Michelle. Girlfriend juggling was not his favorite sport.

At the shop, they took a cola and a bottle of a Czech beer for Andrey and Oxy and for themselves they picked two pina-coladas.
"Ouch" - a stone slipped into Natasha’s sandal on the return route and she seized on the opportunity to bend forward seductively as she set the drinks she was carrying on the ground and removed the stone. Tim found himself becoming a bit more inclined to Andrey's point of view, as he watched the show.

The image of the poor deflated Michelle was gradually pressed out of Tim's mind. Still he felt a salty grain of guilt mixed with the pleasure of watching Natasha. Although he found her quite sexy, her plus size was a minus. Back at home he'd never go out with a girl like Natasha, wary of what his friends might say. Here it wasn't a big deal, and Andrew had an eye for Oxy, who matched her friend, Natasha, in size.
"What a loser I am," - Tim thought - "I can't chose between a fat chick and a blow up woman."
Natasha noticed a shade on his face: "what's on your mind, Tim?"
"Nothing. Everything is fine." - this was hardly a convincing answer. Still she didn't push him for more openness.

Back on their site they saw Andrey and Oxy browsing photos on the phone, judging by the pink color, the device belonged to Oksana. Noteworthy: Andrey's left hand embraced Oxy by the place where her waistline could have been.
"Oh. You two took your sweet time" - Oxy noted - "but better late than too late... I didn't get to the fun stuff yet. Tim, come , take a look too."

She just finished showing photos from a makeshift masquerade ball, one could call it a cosplay. Next was a large section dedicated to Oksana belly dancing session. That kind of 1001 nights style fit her well. After some interlude with kitten photos taken at the resort started: girls sliding down in water tubes, shots taken at the nightclub, a smirking dude with a dark complexion, hugging Natasha - these photos were skipped quickly, a sunset and yet another session at the nightclub - this time without company: just Nat and Oxy.
"Thats it for now" - said Oksana, putting her phone into her purse, - "Oh don’t worry, this isn’t the end, just a pause."
"What if we all go swimming together and then take some more photos? I didn't see any with you two in the sea." - Andrey proposed.
"You are right, we don't swim very well" - said Oksana.
"But we borought an air mattress. I'd love to lay out a bit on it as we roll over the waves”. - Natasha rolled her eyes - "alas it takes forever to inflate it."
"I think, I'll handle it in less than eternity," - said Tim.
Oxy pointed at the roll of red vinyl in the bag - "I'll be very impressed if you do. We haven't a pump here. Actually we have one, but it’s broken."
Tim and Andrey unwrapped the vast inflatable bed. The task of blowing it up with mere lung power seemed daunting indeed.
"Maybe, we should fix the pump instead?" - Andrey supposed. He examined the plastic footpump - there were cracks all over the thing...
Natasha commented: "I don’t think so, I guess it wasn’t designed for such a harsh duty. Looks like it’s beyond repair. We either have to find somewhere we can buy a new one, or just make do without one. I have some good news, though. There are two valves, so you can share the effort."
It was too late to back down.

While Tim and Andrey were busy huffing and puffing, inflating the huge pneumatic mattress, girls quite enjoyed having two strapping young men exerting themselves for their benefit, they found sight of their heaving chests somewhat arousing.

The boys huffed and puffed as drops of sweat formed over their foreheads and the tone of their skin reddened getting closer to the color of the damn plastic pool bed. The mattress slowly gained shape, volume, and firmness. It was quite big. Not enough to serve as a helicopter pad, though Tim and Andrey felt it ought to be with how much effort it took them to inflate it. Still, two big girls such as Nat and Oxy could rest upon it.
Finally Tim and Andrey plugged their valves and fallen on the bed panting deeply.
"Darn thing took my breath away" - Andrey said.
"Yep. I feel deflated." - Tim mimicked the process of losing the air and collapsing.
Natasha giggled: "I’m going in for the rescue!" - she took Tim's hand lying meekly and brought his thumb to her mouth and blew. Oksana got the idea and started “inflating” Andrey in the same manner. The boys played along and with a few blows they mimicked ballooning back to life. Tim found the pantomime quite arousing, because of the way Nat held his thumb, that sparked some naughty fantasies in his mind. Besides, now that he knew such a thing was indeed possible, and for a moment imagined himself as a living blow up man. Something inside his swim trunks inflated indeed, responding to his thoughts, which Natalya couldn’t help but notice, making her blush.

A while later the girls were floating on their airbed, Oxy took her phone and was recording videos of Andrew and Tim diving for the sea shells. An hour or two passed without notice, as time always flies when you are having fun.

The boys helped to carry the airbed back to the hotel. Everyone thought, that in case there might be a chance to use it again, it would be best to keep it inflated. Tim and Andrey agreed to meet Oksana and Natalia for lunch and left them at the threshold of their suite. The girls headed in to take a shower.
"I must say, this day has been eventful" - said Andrey - "I'm sure it will be followed by no less an awesome night. Though, to make sure that happens we’ll have to do some shopping now. Wine, fruits, some cake or chocolate, condoms of course. That's for the first half of the night"
"For the second we need a pump, am I right?" - Tim got his idea.
Andrey nodded: "Exactly."
Tim pondered: "But we don't know what kind of pump would fit their nozzles."
"Yes. But that won’t be a big problem"

A while later they went down by the market street, Andrey carried the bag with Jen inside.
They bought a bottle of white Austrian wine and a box of chocolate sweets. In the end of a street there was a sporting goods shop with bikes and equipment, it turned to be a disappointment: those bike pumps were only compatible with the threaded style of valve stems for tire inner tubes..
Tim peered into the bag and looking at the nozzle he observed, "Their valves look a lot like pool toys. Maybe we should look there instead" - as he pointed at a shop across the road that specialized in touristy beach paraphernalia. Amid all the swimsuits, diving masks beach towels, souvenirs. postcards and other bric a brac, there was a large assortment of inflatable water toys.
They walked among the shelves, with various boxed toys and swimming aids. Some articles were inflated, yet enclosed pumps weren't on display as they weren't supposed to be sold separately.
"Can I help you?" - a salesgirl appeared suddenly.
"Well. We need a pump..." - said Tim - "my sister's inflatable mermaid, well, I've broken her pump accidentally." That was a good improvisation.
"Oh I'm sure you can find one here, can I look at the mermaid, please?" - the salesgirl smiled.
"Err ... Annette, am I right?" - Andrey looked down at her badge - "We didn't take it with us. We sort of, well, remember how the valve looks like."
"Oh, I just noticed that you touched the nozzle of this orca and then looked down into that bag," Annette tried to peek into the bag, that Andrey was holding. He moved it aside, hastily twisting the neck of the bag, before she could identify the contents. An awkward silence followed.
Tim was the first to break it: "I think it was a bit narrower than this orca's nozzle. And it had ribs across the valve, to hold the plug tighter, I think."
"Boys, do you really need that pump? There are much better alternatives around," - she winked.
Tim said: "It seems to be some misunderstanding, so we really need a pump."
Annette frowned: "Oh I see. Then you should look for that pump elsewhere. It is two quarters from here..."

Andrey and Tim followed her directions and weren't surprised to find an adult toys shop at the destination. That was somewhat embarrassing, yet they found there a really good automatic pump equipped with a rechargeable accumulator, that fit Jen’s valve perfectly.
On their way back to the hotel Andrey said: "We have to hurry if we don't want to be late for our lunch with Oxy and Natasha."
Tim agreed, accelerating his pace: "We have forty minutes before we were supposed to meet them. But, that’s barely enough to hide Jen and get to the cafe. By the way, why are you so sure she is not listening?"
Andrey shrugged: "Well, she said so, this just makes sense to me: she is flat, crumpled, folded down here, she can't move when deflated ..."
"Sense? None of this stuff make any sense at all if you really think about it. Living inflatable women are supposed to be total nonsense, speculating about their capabilities is a bullshit. We are facing a miracle. Magic - by definition, it is something you don't understand. She looks like a blowup doll now, so your mind associates her with a doll. An object, that can't hear, think, blame you for cheating..."
Andrey was perplexed by this sudden outburst: "Tim, not this shit again, please. If you are going to be all that knightly and faithful to a woman who hasn't even hinted any affection, who is clearly older than you, and is made of rubber or whatever, that's your choice. Just don't spoil the evening for me and Oxy, okay?"
Tim disagreed: "Not hinted? They surrendered themselves in our hands and they deflated in a very flirting manner. Do you remember what did you said to Jen? And a bit later, you shouted to the entire beach about inflatable goddesses."
"Fine. You have a point. But would it be very chivalrous of you to disappoint Natasha now? You two were getting along very well. You didn't mind getting closer after our last talk. You'd look like quite a jerk, if you back down now, and I don’t think that would just be in her eyes, but in your own as well."
"Yes. You’re right" - Tim's face darkened - "frankly speaking, I don't know what to do."
"Then relax and have fun. Don't screw your brains with all that stuff. And my brains too, by the way."

When the boys arrived, Oxy and Natalya were already at the cafe, despite all their make up, carefully chosen dresses and perfume - all the things that cause women to be late. Natalya had put on a pearl silk blouse that accented her bosom but was a bit loose below. Her satin skirt was matching her hair color. Oxy chose a salad top with a yellow "look me in the eyes!" - imperative spanning across her chest, her green skirt did the very same job as Natalie's - concealing the size of her bottom.
They picked snacks, soups, Oxy put her eyes on a tiramisu, but Natalie slapped her hand.
The girls tweeted happily, about the nightlife back in the Moscow, wedding of their common friend, and occasionally laughing to the Andrey's jokes. Tim sat mostly silent, listening to the girls. It wasn't too awkward, as his mouth was busy chewing.
The day went on: they bought four water soakers and returned to the childhood for an hour - running, shooting, spraying, and drenching each other wet. When the girls got tired, they retrieved the air mattress and brought it into play once again. This time the boys towed it quite far from the shore with Oxy and Nat resting aboard. They had gotten to know each other to a certain degree since the morning. Enough to add to their friends lists in assorted social networks, yet there was still a long way to go. One doesn't just trust his or her life to a stranger. At least voluntarily. Though one might be forced to do so by accident, as they were about to learn.

"I did tell you, boys that we don't swim well, didn’t I?" - asked Oxy.
"Not that I'm afraid," - added Natasha, - "but still it’d be safer to stick to the shallow waters. What if something like this will happen?" - she tugged the inflation plug out of the mattress.
"We'll save you. By the way, I know how to rescue people on waters" - said Tim, he omitted the fact that his knowledge in this area was purely academical.
Natalya rose her brow, expressing interest: “Oh?! And prey tell, just how does it happen? I mean the saving. Is there some special technique?”
"You should support head of the drowning person above surface of water, but there is a problem he or she may panic, grab the saver, lock your arms around you or try to climb on top of you and then you both could drown together.“ - said Tim.
Natalya bit her lip and pushed the plug back into the mattress valve, stopping the low whooshing sound of escaping air. “So how would you handle a drowning girl, for example a girl like me. Would you be able to avoid my hands somehow?” - she was clearly inviting him and Tim proceeded on his collision course: “The trick is to approach her from behind, hold her by the chin to keep her mouth above the surface. This way she won’t grab me and we both can breathe safely. If I could get her calmed down I'd support her to help her float on her back on the surface of water, it is the best way to save energy, natural buoyancy will do all the job. I'd be behind and below her back. Supporting her with one arm, shoulder and chest. This leaves my other hand and two legs free, it's enough to swim, then I’d gently pull her towards the shore.
"Hm. I got the basic idea." - Natasha nodded - "but wouldn't it be more clear if you show it?" - saying this she slid her legs down in the water and turned her back to Tim, her head and arms still rested upon the pneumatic bed, though. Under other circumstances she would be much more hesitant about sending such a blunt message, but they were short on time.
Tim didn't hesitate long: his chest pressed against her bottom, and his hands went to her lovehandles. Natasha was still warm to the touch, the water having not yet cooled her sun warmed skin. He pulled her down delicately, encouraging her to release the fabric of the mattress.
For a short moment she experienced a surge of panic, but quickly squelched it, she leaned her back against his chest and shoulder, and rested her head against his arm. The salty sea water splashed into her face, and Natalya suddenly realized that there were more meters of water between her toes and the sea bottom than she would have liked.
Tim felt her condition, and with his mouth close to her ear he said in a soft, low, calming voice, "Relax. there is no danger at all, I’ve got you. Now inhale."
She took a deep breath, and as air flowed unhindered into her lungs, her fear receded. With this intake of breath, Natalya experienced a slight additional buoyancy too. It took several more deep breaths to calm down. Taking a deep breath in was easy, but she had to force herself to trust that she could safely let it out again and lose that additional buoyancy. Tim heard her breathing slow from fast panicked gasps to forced long slow breaths, and then to steady calm ones as the tension in her body relaxed in his grip and he suddenly understood she was trusting him completely. Natasha meanwhile had switched her imagination from the dangerous depths below to the sensual feelings of Tim's embrace, his lips so close to her neck she could feel the warmth of his breath playing across the cool of her wet skin. The fear retreated leaving the battlefield to her desire.

Oxy watched this scene for a few minutes and then made up her mind and asked Andrey to “save her” as well. This second rescue operation went well also. Of course Oksana had to get used to swimming, but Andrey did a good job reassuring her, and the example of her friend helped a lot as well. - still Oxy had to muster all her will to maintain a visible calm.
Meanwhile Natasha and Tim enjoyed warm sea, swimming and each other.
Natasha was first to notice the problem. She looked around and found the pneumatic bed uncomfortably far - some fifteen meters away. “Tim, look, we have drifted a bit too far from the mattress. I think we should return to base” - she tried to hide her anxiety.
He changed course and started rowing towards the red airbed. He was still towing Natalya of course. Supporting her in the water wasn’t the problem, that was all about density. Large buxom girls can float with much less effort. But the flipside to that is the drag. No matter how hard Tim tried, their speed remained low. A few minutes later he started to feel first signs of fatigue, yet the distance to the mattress hadn’t shortened significantly. Once their pneumatic vessel freed herself from the burden of her two passengers, she was buoyed higher in the water and started to drift across the waves, with every minor gust of the wind hitting its enormous sail surface.
Tim decided that losing mattress was bad enough, but losing their stamina in this situation could be disastrous, so he abandoned the pursuit: "We need to make for the shore instead."
Andrey and Oxy had just discovered what had happened as well.The situation went from bad to worse, as a wave of panic shattered Oxy’s shaky self control: "Oh no. Andrey, bring me back, now! I can’t swim!” - Oxy shuddered. Andrey pinched her to quell the rising hysteria and then barked: "shut up and do what I say, we'll be safe."
It was rude, yet effective: Oxy immediately stopped her crying and became very quiet and still, though she was very much afraid.
"Everything will be fine," - he said, in a much calmer and gentler tone to smooth his previous outbreak - "trust me and relax, we'll take care of you and Natasha."
Tim added: “Hold on, ladies. We are going to bring you to the shore soon.Just lay back and enjoy your ride.”
"Though you aren't as comfortable as our mattress was, you are much more handsome." - Natalya laughed. It wasn't too funny, of course, still her nervous giggle has dispersed the gloomy atmosphere.

They headed to the shore. It took about ten rather uneventful minutes to reach the shallow water.
Andrey was a bit younger than Oxy, so she used to consider herself as the leading party in the tandem. After the accident she suddenly realized that she liked the way Andrey treated her and took charge in the critical situation. The fact, that she could enjoy a subdued role in relationships become a true revelation to her. He used the opportunity to touch and explore her, as he towed her. There was no need to hold her head, so his left arm went under her chest - he hugged her from behind this way. Her back rested upon his muscular chest, apparently he liked it too - something in his swims got stiff and rubbed against her buttocks.
Andrey looked forward for a hot summer night with her, indeed. He knew the chances of delaying that for after the third date while originally small would decrease to almost zero after the accident with the mattress.
Natasha got used to swimming and tried to help Tim. Her swimming style wasn't very effective to say the least - a lot of splashing and splatters, but who cares?
His hug only increased her enthusiasm, a mischievous smile on her lips reflected her thoughts. Fortunately, she didn't know what was on his mind.
Tim felt a slight numbness in his left leg. That could be an early warning of a cramp, which could spell a serious trouble in their situation. For a brief moment, he imagined drowning with Natasha in his hands. He would never see Michelle, no one to to take care and without help she was going to be stuck in her deflated state. Tim casted away the ridiculous thought of dying, yet the image of Michelle stayed: her stunningly beautiful face, her voice, platinum mane, shapely legs and of course her fantastic curves. He recalled the story she told and the moment she pulled her inflation plug. Her words and his promises before her body become just a flat roll of plastic, or whatever material she is made of. These images in his memory sort of excited him. Of course, Natasha noticed it, yet attributed it to her own sex appeal.
She turned her pretty head and smiled to him. Tim felt a jab of conscience ... and then his face turned into grimace of pain: "***, *** my leg!" - he said.
"Honey, does it hurt?" - there was genuine compassion in her voice.
He nodded, contracting the aching limb. He still supported Nat with his left hand, but barely could move on. "It is not dangerous, I'll recover soon and bring you to the shore, sorry for this," - he said.
"What's wrong, bud?" - Andrey asked.
"Nothing. My leg is cramped. Go on with Oxy, we'll catch up soon." - Tim maintained confident air.
"Shore is really close, I see kids standing on the bottom, ahead," - Andrey replied - "I'll return to you, once Oxy is safe."
Nat proposed: "I can swim too, just hold me, for I'm still a bit afraid."
Tim agreed: "Oh, that would be very nice of you. But be careful."

Soon his toes on the healthy right leg touched the sand. Nat and Andrey helped him to finally get to the shore. All four then fell on the wet sand and pebbles and panted deeply.

The waves crashed and rolled on up the shore, licking their heels. Natasha knelt in the wet sand enthusiastically massaging Tim's leg as his pain gradually receded.
He peeked at Andrey and Oxy, who were busy kissing fervently. Apparently, Andrey wasn't suffering any internal conflict. Quite the contrary, from all appearances. Still Tim felt uneasy. He considered telling Natasha, that he loved another woman, but of course he didn’t. Like most men he decided to wait and see if the problem resolved itself on its own. There was a cocktail of emotions that ruled his actions, or rather lack of actions: her undeniable sexual appeal, gratitude for treating him well, and some guilt too. This is not an adequate substitute for love, of course. However, it is still a glue that has proven strong enough to keep many relationships intact for years.
Besides this he didn’t want to hurt Natasha or spoil the fun for Andrey. He had gotten to the first base already. The recent rescue from a very real danger was working as an aphrodisiac.
"Is it better now? " - Natasha interrupted his thoughts.
"Oh yes! Your fingers work magic!" - Tim smiled. His leg still ached, but it was feeling better, and even if it wasn't, she deserved these kind words for her efforts.
"Indeed they are gifted " - she blew at her manicure and then beckoned to him with her index finger.
He hopped by her side the next instant.
"Come to me, my savior" - coed Natasha, just before their lips joined in a kiss.

Once they recovered from swimming and somewhat satiating their lust, the four friends took a stroll along the beach in search of their prodigal mattress. The troublemaker, that caused their latest risky adventure, was found after almost an hour long pursuit. Fortunately, the wind and currents hadn't sweep it out to sea. Andrey and Tim picked it up not too far from shore.

The return stroll was just as lovely and quite romantic. The first burst of fiery passion had now subsided into a gently warming campfire. Instead of all consuming need or desperate hunger, there was pure contentment to just walk hand in hand, offering compliments, laughing at crude jokes, hugging by the waist and sometimes below. The girls even offered themselves as guides to all the fabulous places of Moscow, hinting, that they weren't opposed to a more lasting type of relationship.

Then was the dinner with pizza, pasta and white wine, that started at a nearby restaurant and continued back at the girls' place, which happened to be quite a luxurious room. There were tastefully decorated pieces of furniture including two single beds covered with peach rosy blankets and a small table ideally suited for their glasses, the remaining bottle of champagne and chocolate sweets, that the boys brought.
Despite three bottles of wine Oxy and Natasha exerted enough self control to refrain from eating the chocolates "Oh, they look sooo delicious,” - Natasha licked her lips - “But do you, boys, really want to ruin what remains of our figures?” Actually, Tim thought to himself that any narrowing of their waistlines had already said bye bye a good while ago. Also, the Italian food they ate for the dinner was quite unhealthy too, clearly surpassing the extra calories and starch/sugar factor found in these tiny heart shaped chocolates.
Oxy supported her: “But I have an idea.” - with a mischievous smile she took one of the sweets and brought it to Natasha’s face - "now open your mouth. Trust me, it gonna be fun!" Oxy put the chocolate heart between her friend’s lips and added: “Don’t eat.” She turned to Tim and commanded: “You eat!” Of course, she then put a treat for Andrey into her own mouth.
The chocolate melted on their hot lips making stains that begged to be licked clean.
Tim was about to proceed on by kissing his girls neck, but she stopped him: "not so fast,boys." She pushed Oxy on the bed and pulled her friend's top revealing her bellybutton. There went the second pair of sweets. The boys weren't overly excited with the girl's bellies, so they finished the second dish rather quickly without much foreplaying. But when they looked up they found, that in the meantime girls had gotten rid of their tops, leaving their ample charms covered only by their bras, and set pieces of chocolate down into their cleavages, yes, right between their breasts. Seeing Tim's excitement, Natasha came up with an even more naughty idea: she squeezed her boobs, squishing the candy. "Ouch" - she said - "I crushed it accidentally, now I'll be sweet and sticky down there, unless you help me licking it out.". Oxy got the idea and repeated the trick with her own bust. Of course, boys were more than one eager to help cleaning up the mess.
Unlike some of the “A” or “B” cup lingerie you might find on stick figured runway models, the bras of Natasha and Oxy were used to pull a much heavier duty, but the girls decided the time had come to give them a short break and with a synchronized flourish of unclasping straps they gave their young admirers full view of their breasts. Andrey noted, that despite their decent size, his girl’s bust could keep the shape in absence of any support. Natasha didn't sag either. The girl's topped their nipples with candies , encouraging Tim and Andrey to suck every tiny drop of melting chocolate, driving boys mad with desire and bringing the girls to cries of ecstasy. They couldn't help rushing to the final station, Oxy pulled down her panties and placed the candy in between her nether lips. Natasha took the last sweet from the box and inserted it deep into her sex, smiling mischievously.
"Oh my, they've lured us into a trap" - Andrey said in mock horror, barely refrained from laughing.
“Yes, and they’ve got me now! I’m being pulled in! It’s too late for me, save yourself!!” Tim cried out as he dove his face into Natasha’s crotch.
“Oh No... I can’t pull back, I can’t stop looking at this sweet! My tongue is responding to a will other than my own! ” Andrey announced as he went to work on Oxy.
The boys antics made the girls giggle with laughter, then cry out in moans of rapture as they were making a fresh new definition to the idea of eating a woman out. Although the boys weren't terribly experienced at it, Oxy and Natasha were already aroused from all the previous playing and quickly reached the culmination. Of course, girls were happy to return the favor... Let's just say, this night of love turned to be the best on the boys' record so far. Performing when someone else was around was a new experience as well, discomforting at first, but they quickly got used to it.

Tim woke up in the darkness. Natasha's hand was on his chest, her warm breath with a scent of alcohol blew into his ear. Oxy and Andrey snorted nearby on the sofa. He felt good, despite a mild sore throat. Then in a sudden flash of memory, the vision of deflating Michelle appeared in his mind. How could he have forgotten about her? A wave of anger hit him on a full broadside, sweeping the tattered remains of sleep away.
He sat up and sought for his phone, it was half past two . Not too late to see his pneumatic mistress. But there was a problem: he clearly had to wake Andrey up, without disturbing girl's sleep.
His first attempts weren't successful, his friend ignored all the whispers about Jenn. So Tim had to resort to the nuclear option - he softly pinched Andrey's nose with his fingers and voila, ten seconds later he opened his eyes, gasping for air.
Andrey punched Tim in the stomach, skipping all the verbal expressions of his disappointment.
"Ouch!" - Tim was caught off guard - "Calm down! We have to get moving now, but be quiet...”
“Just f** off. I gonna sleep." - Andrey interrupted him rudely.
"We should talk now!" - Tim didn't give up.
"Okay. I get up. " - Andrey sat on the bed, freeing himself from Oxy's embrace - "I need to see the white fellow, anyway."

A minute later Andrey left the bathroom and said:" Now I'm listening to you, but you better be brief, because I'm returning to the bed"
"Jenn is waiting for you." - said Tim.
"In her present condition she could easily wait one more night. Couldn't she?" - Andrey parried.
"Have you ever had an opportunity to taste two gals in a row and sort of compare?" - Tim played the only trump he had in his hand. Of course he said it in a low voice. But Andrey heard him well enough. And this last argument was begrudgingly accepted after a short pondering.
“Ok, you have a point, bro. We should go, but you know, it would be very ungraceful to leave these girls without saying a word."

Tim couldn't disagree: "Yea, they'll be real pissed if they woke up alone. Though they won't be too happy if we wake them up now either."
"That all depends on how you do it. Watch the master and learn. " - Andrey returned to the bed, kissed Oxy in the lips and cuddled her back gently. She moaned something, apparently still sleeping.
"Maybe we should just leave a note on a table, so they'll read it once they wake up?" - Tim thought about asking just what bullshit Andrey was planning to say, but decided against it.
Tim leaned over to his own girl, listening her breathing. Although he wanted to hurry back to see Michelle, he didn't want to hurt Natasha. She deserved some consideration for his midnight escape. Tim softly kissed her in the lips, being tender and careful to make sure she won't wake up too early. He planted a series of kisses along her neck, left breast, then her side giving attention to her love handle this time.
He had to move her blanket aside to reach the destination and finally spread her legs apart before diving inside her sex. Andrey repeated basically same maneuvers. Soon both girls were writhing in pleasure.

"I seriously want you to be my alarm clock, honey, this was wonderful." - Natasha said, - "But why now? Couldn't you wait til morning?"
Andrey jumped in with a well prepared answer: "I’m afraid we have to leave now. We'll be back soon, but now we must go."
"But why?!" - both girls were surprised and clearly disappointed.
"In short, the cause is Uncle Victor, he pretends to be responsible for us. He's Vadim's uncle, but nevertheless he thinks, his duty is to meddle in everyone’s lives.Right now as long as he thinks we have nothing going on, he’s happy to leave us alone. But if we aren’t in our rooms when he checks on everyone, we’re going to get no end of interrogations on the matter, and that will make things considerably more difficult for us to see you again. At least, not alone. He’ll want to meet you both, and he can get very obnoxious with the kinds of intimate details he will try to find out. He tends to be quite open about his own conquests,and thinks it’s only right everyone else should be the same way. I’m afraid, respect for personal space is not his strong suit. Believe me, it’s best we keep him clueless about us for the rest of this trip if we want to enjoy ourselves with any privacy.”
“But it is so late now. How do you know he hasn’t checked your room already and found that you are missing.” - Natasha asked.
“He usually returns after three, when the club he likes closes. Sometimes it’s a bit later, depending on if he’s managed to hook up with his latest one night stand, which he’s as likely to bring back to our hotel as to head out to her place. But he always checks in at some point during the early hours. And I’m sure tonight will be no exception.”
“So you can’t spend the whole night with us on any of the nights we’re here?” - Oxy pouted.
“I’m afraid not,” - Tim sighed, picking up on Andrey’s line and running with it. Though it was close enough to the truth as to have been a valid concern even if they didn’t have any ulterior motives. - “But we promise to make it up to you each and every day, and well into the night too. Actually, I hope to get back to you in the morning, before you two finally get up.”
“We’ll hold you to that! You can bank on it!” Natasha said, with notes of disappointment.
Oxy could only nod her head sadly, then she got into her purse and handed a hotel key card to Andrey - “Take it. You better sneak back under our blankets without disturbing us, when you return.”
They kissed one last time, then Andrey and Tim left.

Ten minutes later they were back in their room, unwrapping the deflated beauties.