This is dedicated to Bella. My Muse visited me last night.
There were only two of us left. Tracy and I were relaxing in her room after everyone else went home for the night. It was the Saturday before everyone left to go to college and Tracy had thrown a wild party at her house. Twenty girls, all giggles and laughter, descended on the house, had fun, made a mess and then went home, leaving the disaster to be cleaned up by us. But that would wait for tomorrow. One of the girls, Sammi, told us of this website where we could see pics of cute guys unclothed and it didn't cost a dime. So, after everyone left, Tracy and I went to her room and she created an account on the site. It took a few tries to come up with a good screen name but 'college bound' worked and we were off and running.
I was sitting on Tracy's bed while she was at the computer. Looking over her shoulder, Sammi was right. It was easy to find pictures of guys. But, to tell the truth, none of them were doing anything for me. Oh, I would coo and giggle and make all of the right noises but my eyes kept drifting down. At the angle in which I was sitting, I could see most of Tracy's left breast and it was driving me crazy. Every time she shifted in her seat, another little bit was exposed and it was arousing me more than any picture of some dude could. Tracy didn't know it but I had had a crush on her for a long time. She was too cute, with her short blond hair, big firm breasts and outgoing personality. I'd known her for years, considering her closer to me than my actual sister. Tracy and I even combined our 18th birthday parties since we were born only a few weeks apart. We were always hanging out at each others houses. One of our friends would joke that we were lovers and I would blush furiously as Tracy would grab me saying "Oh yes! I can't keep my hands off this beautiful creature." Then everyone would laugh as I blushed even more. It never failed to embarrass me because, secretly, I wanted it so much to be true. Tonight was the last night, though. Tracy would be leaving to go to a big Ivy League school and I would be off to State. The thought depressed me. I had one last chance to tell her how I felt for these four years. There were butterflies in my stomach as I cleared my throat.
"Um, Tracy. There's...uh...something that I have to tell you." Maybe it was the tone of my voice or the way I said it because she stopped looking at the picture of this well hung guy and turned around to face me.