The Cape

Easily we slipped into our bathing suits. Whitney eyes my slender frame enviously then remembered her blessed chest. She grinned to herself. I did not have big b***s.

 

Aware of her glances, I pulled a t-shirt on to hide the exposed skin. I was not comfortable with her eyes on it. After all, my pretty features were not desirable. All eyes would be on her anyway.

 

“Ready?” She asked slowly. She always spoke slow.

 

In response I gibbered something that should have been incoherent. But she was my best friend. She knew what I meant. I was excited.

 

Leading the way, I skipped out of the small cabin littered with misplaced suitcases. Whitney followed, holding her phone; awaiting any phone call.

 

The air outside was sticky, warm, and salty. Eve thought our cabin was bayside of the cape, I could here the ocean calling me. Gladly I went to it, dancing even before the sand touched my toes. Whitney followed, holding her phone; awaiting any phone call.

 

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