“Becca,” Jenna looked at me with a raised eyebrow. “Earth to Becca,” she wrapped her gands around her mouth to make a mock megaphone. I was… distracted. By her. I was distracted by her.
“Oh, sorry. I just spaced out for a minute there,” I said, trying to play it off. “What did you ask again?” She cast a glance my way that made me wonder if she knew what I was “spacing out” over. “Do you want to order pizza?” She asked for probably the third or fourth time.
A few friends and I that really hadn’t seen much of each other since graduating high school 2 years ago had a little pool party. Just a smaller gathering to get caught up with each other and hang out to beat the heat. We all filled out pretty well since high school, but Jenna… oh my GOD did she fill out. She had put on a little weight in ALL the right places and had curves for DAYS! Add in the fact that she had on a skimpy yellow bikini top that barely held in her tits and a bottom that was just a size too small that showed off her plump ass in all of its glory and perfectly traced the outline of her pussy… I get wet every time I think about it.