Amy walked back to the bag she'd set on the coffee table. "As I was saying," she continued, "I thought it would be fun if we always went there together and in matching clothes."
'Oh good,' I was thinking. 'It's really blown over.' I was so wrong.
Amy casually pulled her pink top over her head. She stood there in her jeans and what I thought was just a simple white bra.
"I was thinking about the last time we all matched, and how close we all felt."
She wiggled her hips, pulled her jeans down over them and neatly stepped out of them, jiggling all the while. I couldn't help but stare, and she stared back, smiling.
"I realized good it was to feel like you belonged, without feeling like losing a part of yourself to do it."
I was mesmerized by this beautiful blonde, two years older than me, standing in a white bikini in front of me. As naive as I was, I still knew she was intentionally teasing me. I crossed my legs to ward against making a noticeable bulge.
"So let me show you what I bought," Amy continued.
