I arrived at Amy’s wearing a barely-there bikini, turquoise. The top lifts my breasts to a position that makes my Bs look like Cs. The bottoms are made of practically nothing, forming a nice little V just above my ass and promptly disappearing. A piece of fabric barely larger than a post-it note covers my nether regions.
I’m sure if I bend over, the boys, and girls can get a little peak if they wish. It’s my go-to swimsuit for parties, especially if I want a little nighttime after-party action. And I usually do. Under my bikini was a short little sundress, hitting me well above mid-thigh, of a slightly darker color. Teal. It was sheer in spots, almost see-through, perfect for going over a swimsuit.
Chris greeted me at the door. He is Amy’s boyfriend, and it was his birthday. I’ve been crushing on Chris ever since he started dating my best friend. He hugged me at the door, pulling me into him, his bare chest pressed against me; insta-turn-on. He is off-limits, he’s my best friend’s boyfriend, but that doesn’t mean that I haven’t fantasized about him. It doesn’t mean that I haven’t stared at my ceiling while fucking myself with a vibrating dildo and climaxing to the thought of him moving in and out of me.