Your friend, Beth sat cross-legged on an iron bench pulled up to the patio table. You sat across sipping on ice-cold Peach tea. You probably hated peach tea, but Beth always served it and so far, you’d never complained. across from you. Warm, two overhead fans kept you both cool. She wore a straight blue skirt that fell just above her knees and tight pink cotton button blouse that looked almost too small to confine her full breasts. “You want to share our kinkiest fantasies?” she said and then bit her lower lip. Her eyes twinkled as if she were living out the fantasy in her mind as she sat there.