“That’s a new look for you,” I started to say, until Ali stopped me with an elbow to my ribs, somewhat less playfully.
“It’s fine,” Ali said, and Wendy took one of the other lounge chairs. We lay quietly for a few minutes, as I tried to focus on anything other than Wendy’s top.
“Okay,” Wendy finally said, “since you’re being polite and not asking, we were up in his room and, you know, ready, but he couldn’t…” She extended her right hand, and pointed her fingers straight down.
“Ouch,” I said.
I braced for another of Ali’s non-verbal warnings, but then Wendy said “Yeah, ouch. And the more we tried to… well anyway, that was my afternoon.”
She turned to her side to face us as she spoke, exposing a lot of cleavage. Probably begging the definition of where cleavage ends and breast begins.
Without a word, I stepped back into the pool. There’s irony for ya: Mike can’t get it up around Wendy, and I can’t get it down.
“I should join you,” Wendy said. She got up and leapt into the pool with her arms raised high and not surprisingly her bikini top came off upon impact.
She waked over to the shallow end, the end closest to where Ali was sitting, obviously proud to be showing off her breasts. Then she seemed to freeze for a moment, grabbed the bikini top and clutched it over her breasts, and ran into the house crying uncontrollably.
While I certainly didn’t regret getting a brief look at her breasts, I wished I’d left when I’d first offered to.
Ali got up and ran into the house after her.
#
According to what Ali told me afterward, she listened to a lot of crying. Then Wendy said “I acted like such a bitch, teasing Toby like that,” and Ali said “I know. But I understand.”
“I was so hurt when Mike didn’t find me sexy enough, so I wanted to see…”
“Affirmation. Believe me, it’s Mike’s issue, not yours. Toby can testify.”
“Oh god, he must think I’m such a slut.”
“No he doesn’t.”
“A slut who’s going to start college a virgin in two weeks.”
“I don’t think that even makes sense.”
“I’m so embarrassed.” She picked up Ali’s red bikini top from the floor and started toward the stairs. “I’ll change back and leave.”
“Stop. I want you to stay. We both want you to stay.”
“Are you sure?” Wendy asked.
“Definitely,” Ali said and walked outside, expecting Wendy to follow.
#
Wendy did follow; but I could tell Ali was as surprised as I was when Wendy, having left the bikini top in the house, settled back into the lounger next to ours. “You’re okay with this?” I whispered.
I sure as hell was: but I hoped she didn’t expect me to pretend I wasn’t aroused. Or pretend I wasn’t looking at her topless best friend
“Well,” Ali said, “you’ve already seen her topless, I guess. And after this afternoon, if it makes her feel better about herself…” I had a feeling Ali was trying to convince herself it was okay, since there wasn’t much she could do about it at this point anyway.
Of course I wasn’t exactly wearing my loosest baggy trunks because, like Ali, I was expecting to do some fooling around poolside followed by a good fucking.