Sep 30, 2026 · 35 min · 6 segments
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I should have worn something else.
That much was obvious.
Only it hadn't been obvious when I picked it out that morning, sifting through a drawer packed with slutty underwear and provocative nightwear.
Compared to some of that stuff, the bikini was positively lame.
Only standing next to Josh on the hot sand, it suddenly seemed anything but.
It hugged me tightly beneath my clothes, and the thought of stripping down out of my towel in front of him Made me feel a little weird.
Not that I needed to worry.
He didn't think of me that way, like at all.
We'd driven to the beach on a whim, a rare occasion when it was just the two of us, away from the rest of the group.
Josh was one of my oldest and closest friends, but nowadays it sometimes felt as if we hardly spoke, all that boring life stuff getting in the way.
I looked around the beach and smiled, pretending I wasn't comparing every other girl's bikini to mine.
Aren't you going to get changed? Josh said, taking off his t-shirt and pants and revealing a pair of swim shorts.
I opened my mouth to answer, but nothing came out.
He'd stripped off like it was nothing, his body catching the sunlight.
I looked away.
Since when did Josh look like that? What's up? He asked, watching me look at him.
He raised an eyebrow and grinned.
Like what you see, do you?" He laughed and I felt myself flush red.
No,
I, um, I just thought I left my water bottle in the car.
We'd both seen me put it in the bag.
Josh raised an eyebrow but didn't press.
He sat down on the towel and stretched out his legs facing the ocean, his back with smooth, golden already.
I peeled the dress off in one quick motion.
It was worse than I remembered.
I should have worn something else.
That much was obvious.
Only it hadn't been obvious when I picked it out that morning, sifting through a drawer packed with slutty underwear and provocative nightwear.
Compared to some of that stuff, the bikini was positively lame.
Only standing next to Josh on the hot sand, it suddenly seemed anything but.
It hugged me tightly beneath my clothes, and the thought of stripping down out of my towel in front of him Made me feel a little weird.
Not that I needed to worry.
He didn't think of me that way, like at all.
We'd driven to the beach on a whim, a rare occasion when it was just the two of us, away from the rest of the group.
Josh was one of my oldest and closest friends, but nowadays it sometimes felt as if we hardly spoke, all that boring life stuff getting in the way.
I looked around the beach and smiled, pretending I wasn't comparing every other girl's bikini to mine.
Aren't you going to get changed? Josh said, taking off his t-shirt and pants and revealing a pair of swim shorts.
I opened my mouth to answer, but nothing came out.
He'd stripped off like it was nothing, his body catching the sunlight.
I looked away.
Since when did Josh look like that? What's up? He asked, watching me look at him.
He raised an eyebrow and grinned.
Like what you see, do you?" He laughed and I felt myself flush red.
No,
I, um, I just thought I left my water bottle in the car.
We'd both seen me put it in the bag.
Josh raised an eyebrow but didn't press.
He sat down on the towel and stretched out his legs facing the ocean, his back with smooth, golden already.
I peeled the dress off in one quick motion.
It was worse than I remembered.
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