Saturday afternoon, warm and sunny. A perfect day for sun bathing by the pool. Greg grabbed a beer and a towel, and turned his stereo on. Out on the back patio he set up his chair and stripped down to nothing. He leaned back and closed his eyes. Rays of sun danced over his body, warming him to his toes. He imagined he was on a beach, with the waves and the sand, a sexy petite brunette lying down next to him.
Greg ignored the telephone when it rang. He tuned out the laughter of neighborhood children at play, he definitely didn't hear his doorbell go off. What he finally heard was the sound of a throat clearing. With a start he turned his head toward the sound. The throat in question belonged to a sexy, petite brunette, who belonged to his best friend.
"Hey, Lindsey. Uh... this is awkward. You want to hand me the towel over there?"
Lindsey didn't move, she was too busy staring at his tan body. She motioned to the other chair, and moved to sit down.
"My husband went out of town." Lindsey said. Greg shook his head.
"Yeah, think I remember him mentioning that. Business trip, right?"
"Uh, yeah... so, do you mind if I hang out here awhile? There's this creepy guy watching our house, I don't want to be there alone."
"Yeah, sure. No problem. Anytime. You want a beer?"
Lindsey nodded. "Sure. Hey, uh... do you always, you know."
Greg smiled. "Walk around naked? Not when your husband's here." Lindsey laughed, Greg continued, "But seriously, I'm actually a nudist."
Lindsey raised her eyebrows in surprise, her face a wash of disbelief. "Really?"
Greg laughed. "Really."
"Huh."
Greg walked to the kitchen to get her beer, when he came back she was stretched out in the other lounger, stripped down to her underwear. Greg stopped just behind her for a good look. Her tiny body was perfect, he had thought so before. Her arms and legs were lean, her tummy a sweet, small pooch. Her breasts formed small round hills under her perfect face.
She was laying there with her legs up and her arm was across her forehead, shielding her brown eyes from the afternoon sun. Greg walked up to her, pressing the cold brew to her underarm. She jumped, letting out a sweet girlish giggle that set Greg's heart racing. She took the beer from him, opened it and chugged. It was Greg's turn to be surprised.
When she was done, she looked at him and asked if he was ready for another. He held up his hand to signal for her to wait, then threw back the warm foamy liquid. Then he nodded. Lindsey smiled and walked to his kitchen, returning with six beers tucked against her slight frame.
Greg took one, Lindsey cracked open hers. They knocked them together, and the two of them drank the beers down. By the time Lindsey finished her fourth beer she was stammering, staggering drunk. Greg was still straight sight sober, but he wasn't really surprised to see she was such a light weight.
They talked and drank until the sun started to fade behind the trees lining Greg's backyard. Lindsey decided she wanted to go swimming. She was too drunk to really swim, but Greg's pool was only four feet deep, so she could stand in it. She jumped in, her head disappearing momentarily. She emerged from the water, not like the women in those sexy, slow motion movie scenes. Not Lindsey. Greg laughed at how cute she was, coming up sputtering, wiping the wet hair off her face.