(Just found this one in my old work folder. Don’t think I ever posted it. Feedback is always appreciated. Enjoy.)
“Holy shit, Anne, that bikini looks…”
“Hot, right?”
“I was going to say slutty, but you do you, girl.”
Anne, Betty and Chloe had a good laugh over the comment. They were close. So close as to be sisters in all but blood. Friends to the end. They’d grown together. Studied together. Graduated together. Now, in their first summer before college, they traveled together. It was their first vacation as adults. They were free of parents and legal guardians. Free to go where they wanted. Do what they wanted. Dress how they wanted.
For the short haired blonde that freedom meant getting to wear a yellow and black thong cut bikini. It was the sort of swimsuit that drew the eye down in the back and up in the front. Anne had already twice adjusted the rather risque top. It came dangerously close to showing a hint of nipple every time she shifted. Such was the price the eighteen year old had to pay for the abundance of cleavage her garment put on display.