“You are joking, right?” I said, sitting up slightly, a few drops of my cocktail spilling over the rim of my glass. It splashed onto my bikini, and I wiped it away with my finger, licking the sugary liquid away with my tongue. “That guy over there?”
“Yeah,” Julie said with a smile. “Don’t you think he’s attractive?”
I squinted toward him.
“Well, yeah. Obviously, he’s attractive,” I said cautiously. “I just didn’t think he was your type.” I squinted at the folded paperback in his hand, but the title was too small to read from this distance. Between us, the pool shimmered turquoise, surrounded by white umbrellas and empty deck chairs. We’d been at the hotel for three days, long enough for as few of the staff to start greeting us by name, but not long enough that I was feeling the inevitable homesickness that comes with a long trip. “I’m just surprised you think he’s attractive. He looks a little geeky for you…”
“So what?” she shrugged, leaning back in her deckchair, stretching out her legs and flexing her toes. “You can’t keep all the geeky guys to yourself, Sarah!”
“Hey. You can have any guy you like, leave the geeky ones to me!” I protested, feeling a pang of jealousy for Julie’s small frame, flat stomach, and perfect butt.
Julie laughed. “Oh, come on. You do alright…”
“Maybe,” I shrugged, knowing she was right, knowing I’d been blessed in other departments. Julie sipped her drink, peering over the edge of her glasses at the guy on the other side of the pool.
“He’s just, like, weirdly hot., I guess. Like, he doesn’t even know he’s hot. He’s sitting over there reading poetry or Pokémon or whatever and he doesn’t have a clue that I’m sitting over here thinking about riding his face.”
“Julie!”
“What?” she laughed. “I’m horny! It’s been ages!”
“Well…yeah, me too, actually,” I admitted.
“Then you definitely noticed him. I know your type…”
I hesitated, tracing the rim of my glass with my fingertip. She was right, of course. I noticed him yesterday, in the same spot on the other side of the pool, typing on a little laptop with his shirt off.
“Oh my god, you have noticed him, haven’t you?”
“I mean…he’s around,” I muttered, trying to sound casual.
She grinned, nudging my arm. “You’re blushing.”
“It’s sunburn!” I laughed.
“Sure,” she said, sitting up and knotting her hair into a bun, revealing the gentle curve of her neck. “So which of us do you think he’d go for?”
I looked at her body, glistening slightly in the sunlight. Ah, Julie. She was so effortlessly hot. So casually sexual. I watched as she took a sip of her cocktail and, goddamnit, even the way she swallowed looked sensual.
“That’s not a fair question,” I said finally.
“Why not?”
“Because we have no idea what kind of thing he’s into…”
“True…” she said, her voice distant as she continued to stare at him. She turned to me suddenly and looked at my bikini. “But if he likes obscenely huge tits then I guess you’re in.”
“Hey,” I said, clutching them to my chest. “That’s mean!”
“Oh, calm down,” she said. “I’d kill to have boobs like yours.”
“Yeah, well, you think that, but wait until you’re five outfits deep and realise you can’t find a single thing that doesn’t make you look like a total slut. I’d rather be toned and tanned like you!”
“Oh boo hoo, you look hot in everything. It must be terrible!”
I opened my mouth to protest, but Julie dismissed me with a wave.
“Whatever, anyway. I think we should go find out.”
“Find out what?”
“What kind of thing he’s into...”
I stared at her for a moment, then at the guy. I felt a nervous flutter in my stomach. “But we’re on vacation. And we’re not exactly teenagers anymore…”
“So what?” Julie said, sitting up, excited at her own plan. “Vacation is supposed to be fun! And we might not be teenagers, but we’re not old either. You’re hot. I’m hot. Let’s just flirt with him a bit and see which one of us he likes? We could make it a little friendly competition? First one to fuck him wins?”
“That’s dumb,” I said, but for a split second I imagined it; each of us either side on him, her hand on his shoulder, my hand on his chest, our breasts pushed up against him, Julies panties around her ankles, both of us begging him to fuck us first. I shook my head. “Anyway, maybe he won’t like either of us!”
“That’s heresy.” She rolled her eyes. “He’s a guy, Sarah.”
I chewed my straw. “What if he has a girlfriend?”
Julie tilted back her head and let out an exasperated sigh. “Then I hope for her sake that she’s doing all the things she needs to do to keep him faithful...”
I continued to stare at him, watching as he turned the page of his book. He really was quite attractive, I had to admit. And it really had been a long time since I’d had sex. The thought of feeling a pair of hands on my hips, gently guiding me back onto them, my legs opening…
But no. Pitting myself against Julie was not a battle I was sure I could win. It was fun to fantasize, but—
Julie stood up, her toned body and perky tits blocking out the sun.
“Fuck it. If you don’t want to play then whatever. But I’m going to speak to him…”
“Hold on…” I said, but Julie just grinned and blew me a kiss, turning away from me and circling the pool with her drink.
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