It was the hottest week of the summer, and my boyfriend was going away camping with his buddies. Probably a weeklong party of sun, beer, and looking at girls in slutty bikinis. I wasnāt happy he was goingā¦.but I guess he needed to āget with the boysā and do his thing. I would be in my apartment all week alone, with the week off and nothing to do. I could get all the attention I wanted. I am average height for an 23 year old, and have long straight blonde hair. My body is very lean from sports and working out at the all girl gym I go to. I play tennis, and was a cheerleader in highschool too! My rock hard abs always turn heads when I wear one of nasty little belly shirts to the mallā¦especially with my little cutoffs with the button undone and the waist rolled down. The fact isā¦I love to show off. But, I have always been considered a little prissā¦even by my friends. Talking about this slut or that slut, and the way they dress. But when I get alone and in a different place where no one knows meā¦I let loose. It turns me on to be one of those little sluts I bitch about.. I love making cocks hardā¦and some panties wet too Iāll bet.
Well anywayā¦early on the first day of vacation I got the weirdest callā¦it was from Amberā¦my boyfriends old girlfriend. I knew her in grade school, but as we grew up she became kind of a low life slut. I had no problem waving my prissy little ass at Jake to steal him away from her. But that was months ago. She called, and wanted to get together and bury the hatchet. She told me she always thought I was pretty cool and was ready to dump Jake anyway. She also talked about her hot new boyfriend and how built he was.
We got together for a few drinks that night, and really hit it off. She wasnāt a low life slut after all. She told me about her childhood, and her parents breakup, and her drug use, and I really understood how she could have let herself get slutty like that. We had a few too many drinks and decided we had both better walk home from the bar. I felt a little uncomfortable when she grabbed my hand and held it as we walked along. But, she was just drunk and being friendlyā¦..I think. Now, Amber is a lot different looking than meā¦she is no blonde girlie-girl in pink. She has long dark hair and eyes and works out with free weights at the guys gym. I have to say, after not seeing her for a while, she has become quite ārippedā. As we walked along holding hands and talking, she asked me what I was doing the next day, then suggested we go to the beach, which is about an hours drive away. I quickly agreed, as Jake was out of town, I had nothing to do, and it was going to be a scorcher. When we got to my place we stopped and both said what a great time we had. She grabbed my other hand and looked me in the eye and told me we would have an even better time tomorrow at the beach. Then she leaned in and kissed me on the lips. I didnāt see it coming, but I was pretty buzzed, and just stood there and let her kiss me. As she walked away, and I turned to go into my building I thought about her kiss. Were her lips really wet, was her mouth really opened, did she really suck my bottom lip into her mouth and run her tongue across it? All I remember is standing there and letting her kiss meā¦she was my new friend. I was probably reading too much into it.
I packed a beach bag with my modest bikini, lotion, snacks, and my sunglasses. Amber arrived right on time and honked the horn. I ran down the stairs still thinking about her kiss,ā¦did that really happen? She was already wearing her bikini top and some shortsā¦.and was she ever in shape. Her stomach muscles rippled, and would put mine to shame. Her arms were rounded and her muscles were quite evident as she moved to put my beach bag in the back of her SUV. Her legs were long and tonedā¦just a hint of muscle definition as I noticed her slide into the car.