Woke up this morning to a text by my best friend, Zac, telling me that his long-time girlfriend dumped him due to how different they were.
“Pretty upset, free to hang?”, Zac texted.
“Drinks by the pool?”, I replied as I ransacked my room looking for that new Bikini I bought over the weekend.
“I’ll bring some drinks. See ya.”, he replied.
As I was lying on the sunbed waiting for Zac to arrive, I couldn’t help but be impressed with how good my blue and white stripped triangle top bikini managed to make my 34C breasts look. After giving me just a “hey”, I caught Zac glancing from top to bottom. His eyes could not conceal how impressed he was.
“You like it? I just got it.”
“Looks good.”, was all he replied while he laid his stuff down, pouring us some drinks.
Zac and I have been friends for the longest time. Even though there was barely any sexual tension between us, there were times I would think to myself how it would be like to be with him. They were never prolonged fantasies or infatuations, just fleeting moments.