Chantelle stretched out by her family’s backyard pool with a book in her hands. She was glad to finally have a breather, her senior year of high school was finally over. She could spend all summer relaxing. She hoped to get a tan before college started, her skin was currently a pale cream, striking paired with her dark brown hair.
She paused to adjust her pink bikini top. Chantelle had owned this suit for years, and it was really too small for her. It barely covered her breasts, which were big enough to be noticeable even in the bulky sweaters that she almost always wore. The straps of the top strained from being stretched over her chest. The bottoms were much the same. The bikini looked vacuum-sealed to her plump mound, and she had an almost constant wedgie from the back riding up between her big, round butt. Chantelle felt that if she bent over, her pussy lips would spill out over the sides of the bottom. It was a good thing she was only planning on tanning today. At least the suit would leave smaller tan lines.
The girl settled back in the chair and cracked open the book. It wasn’t the kind of book she would normally read. It was an erotica. Chantelle was more partial to fantasy, but her best friend Anna insisted that she read The Baron’s Lover. Anna could never resist tales of dashing men sweeping naive women off their feet. She was a bit boy-crazy.
The first chapter started out strong. The titular Baron was fucking the beautiful, petite serving girl. Chantelle’s face flushed almost as pink as her bikini. How could Anna read this junk? It was lurid. Her eyes skipped over words describing the Baron’s oiled chest, the length of his dick, the serving girl’s thin and delicate frame. Chantelle especially lingered over the words describing the small woman. She herself was too busty to be petite, though at least her waist was tapered in. She wished she was as willowy as the serving girl though. It might have discouraged the various locker room poems about Chantelle’s huge tits.
She read on, despite her initial embarrassment. It was an okay book. She found the words too flowery. But despite all its faults, she kept reading. Chantelle had always been a fast reader, and she got to the part in the middle where the serving girl blew the Baron in the woods in less than an hour.
Chantelle paused to think. She’d never had a boyfriend. All the boys at her school were just too brash. They made fun of her in the past for being a quiet, mousy girl, then they mocked her when she developed her generous body in high school. But she thought that if she found a boyfriend, he’d have to be more realistic than the slick Baron. Maybe a quiet boy, with whom she could talk to about her favorite fantasy novels. Yes, that would work for her.
She was so lost in thought, she didn’t notice she wasn’t alone until a long shadow fell over her. Chantelle jumped a little, and her breasts almost escaped the top of the bikini. “Oh!” she said, and turned to face whoever was standing over her.
It was Warren, one of her dad’s friends. She’d known him since she was little, she called him Uncle, and it was mortifying for him to walk up on her while she was reading The Baron’s Lover. Warren glanced down at her book. His shades covered his eyes, giving nothing away. He remarked “The Baron’s Lover? My wife loves that book.”
Chantelle flushed an even deeper color than when she had first started reading. He knew. But Warren didn’t seem to care. He reached down and rubbed one of her shoulders with his large hands.
“How are you doing, kid? Sorry, not a kid. Young lady. Can’t believe you’ve graduated already!”
“I’m doing good Uncle Warren. Are you over here for lunch today?” she asked.
Warren smiled at her. His white teeth were bright in the afternoon sun. “Yup. I’m also here planning something with your dad. As you probably know, Raymond is getting married again. Your dad and I want to throw a nice party for him. We were planning on asking you and Anna for help with serving food and the like.”
Raymond was another one of her dad’s friends, and Anna’s father. He was a nice man, with a broad chest and kind eyes framed with smile lines. He’d gotten engaged a year ago, and the wedding was in a few weeks. Anna was very excited about it. Chantelle nodded.
“I’d be happy to help, though I don’t know much about serving food.”
Warren let out a deep belly laugh. “You’re adorable, young lady. Don’t worry, you’ll really just be serving punch and putting sandwiches on plates. The real ordeal will be having to make small talk with us old guys. You’re a sweetheart, we’ll take it easy on you.”
Chantelle smiled at him too. Her heart-shaped face lit up when she did so. “If that’s all, then I’m sure I won’t mess up. See you then, Uncle Warren.”
“See you too, Chantelle.”
She turned around and went back to laying out in the sun. Warren watched her a bit more. Chantelle was a fine looking girl, blessed with plump tits and a plush ass. She looked even better now, when she wasn’t hiding in her dumpy clothes. That tiny bikini accentuated every curve of her delectable body. Warren could almost imagine her nipples, trapped beneath the tight fabric. He wondered if they were sensitive. Chantelle seemed like she’d be the sensitive sort of girl.
Warren went back in the house. Chantelle kept reading.
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“Anna, you won’t be able to help?”
“I’m sorry Chantelle! The party’s going on when it’s my mom’s week with me. I’d totally help you, but she’d lose her shit if I stayed.”
Chantelle rolled over on the bed and stared at the ceiling of Anna’s light blue bedroom. It had been this color since they were both young. She knew it as well as she knew her own. They’d stuck together, her and Anna, despite everything. Anna was popular, well-liked by everyone, unlike Chantelle, who was withdrawn and nervous around strangers. But they were best friends, and always would be.
Anna climbed onto the bed next to her. She wore black athletic shorts and a baggy t-shirt. She didn’t wear a bra, and the shirt was so baggy that when she leaned over to hug Chantelle, her small breasts and flat stomach could be seen through the neckline. Anna pressed her face into Chantelle’s chest.
“I’ll be here for the wedding though.” She said, her voice muffled. Chantelle hugged her back. Her friend smelled like her coconut shampoo. She loved that smell, because it reminded her of Anna. Chantelle and Anna had always been close, maybe closer than friends were supposed to be.
“It’ll be fun to be bridesmaids together.” she said to Anna. Anna lifted her head to look up at Chantelle, her hazel eyes sparkling.
“Especially if I get paired up with Warren. He’s soooooo hot for an older man. I think he likes blondes, after I went blonde he was almost definitely checking me out more. I think. I wonder if he’s good in bed?”
“Anna!” Chantelle shrieked. She picked up a stuffed bear and batted at her friend’s head. Anna giggled and lifted her arms to block Chantelle’s swats. “Relax! I’m kidding! You get so embarrassed by the idea of sex, it’s so funny!”