One Hot Summer 01 (An Interactive Story)

That summer day was particularly hot. I remember lounging there on a chaise, sipping from my water bottle, and trying to catch a tan, while staying hydrated. And there she was. Casandra 'Cassie' Stewart, my best friend wearing this tight little bikini; something she'd be too shy to wear at the beach. At her house, by her pool, Cassie clearly felt confident enough to wear this skimpy pink top and matching pink thong. And then I realized I had been staring at her in a way...in a way that a friend shouldn't be looking at their friend.

My bikini, a rather modest flowery red top and matching bottom; not a thong, but it complimented my curves according to the mirror. While Cassie was thin and athletic, I was a little thicker. Not overweight by any means, but I was a little fluffy.  I diverted my gaze a moment, until I heard a voice that caught my attention.

"Seriously? Why are you wearing that? Go put something else on, because I can see your fucking ass."

Samantha. Sam was kind of a bitch. She was nice to me, but she was awful to Cassie sometimes. Hot though. Very hot. Her body was like a mix between Cassie's and mine, fit and curvy. I often...fantasized about Samantha when I discovered myself in the fifth grade. It always helped get me there. Now, I was eighteen and fresh out of high school, and Sam was the hot college co-ed home for the summer. Could I finally fulfill that fantasy?

No. I shook my head, so engrossed in my fantasy that I hadn't paid any attention to their argument. The sun was making me sweat and my water was running out. Either the pool to cool down or the refrigerator for another water. I opted to wait a little longer before deciding.

Anyhow, Cassie brought up her hand, middle-finger proudly displayed for her sister, and sauntered the rest of the way down the steps of the backyard deck; flip-flopping the whole way in her black flip flops. She lifted the latch on the gate, which safely enclosed the pool and the chaise lounge chairs, and closed it behind her. Sam looked ready to run after her, and I thought she would for a moment, but instead she opened the sliding glass door and angrily stomped into the house.

"What a bitch," Cassie sighed exhaustedly. "You going in?"

"I figured I'd get a nice tan, first."

"Do whatever you want, Gabi, I need to get in there." Cassie said as she set her towel and flip flops on a chaise beside me. "Watch my stuff."

I tried not to look, but there it was, Cassie's perfect little ass framed by that skimpy red thong. I mentioned fantasizing about her sister, Samantha, but I had also had quite a few fantasies starring my best friend, Cassie; and a few particularly naughty fantasies featuring both of them. Not once did I ever think fantasy would become a reality.

How did that go again...?