“My tan lines are hideous,” Emily said when the girls came back from the ladies room. Em’s slim upper body showed off her small breasts. Her small waist filled out to full graceful hips. Her low cut sundress tied around her neck like a halter top. The neckline showed lots of cleavage with hints of untanned, white skin.
Rachel turned her back to the Tiki bar. “This is what tan lines should look like,”she said in a bold tone. She pulled her tube top down enough to see the edge of dark nipples. An even shade of tan colored her breast. Rachel’s big tits complemented her well-proportioned, figure. She blossomed into a curvy, thick babe.
“What tan line?” I said the obvious. The girls and guys all smirked at me like I missed the point. Rachel turned her back to me and slid her shorts down showing the lack of tan lines. I cringed seeing the line of her slit between full cheeks. My face felt warm as I blushed.
“Show them,” Rachel said to Emily. Em shrugged and looked down. She only met my friends for the first time. Rachel said, “she’s pale as a ghost down there.” Everyone laughed.