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Nick’s mouth hung open. Eight years of school and travel abroad had sure been good to Amy. She was a minx! Nick could not believe this was the little girl he had once known and taunted. Adorned only in a white string bikini, she walked with supreme confidence, her hips swinging from side to side, her white-blond hair cascading over shoulders in waves and contrasting with her perfect glowing tan. Nick eyes burned, unblinking as he watched her supple breasts bounce slightly when she walked towards him. She sure as hell wasn’t a little girl anymore.
“Nick!” Amy called out, smiling broadly, revealing two rows of perfectly white teeth. She set the pitcher and tray down at the table, then grabbed Nick’s plate, placing it on the table too. Before he could react, the petite, curvy beauty wrapped her arms around him and brushed her soft lips against the stubble on his cheek, then stepped away from him and he drank in the sight of her.
“You have a little something…” Amy hinted slyly, touching her lips.
Cheeks burning, Nick grabbed a napkin from the table and wiped his mouth quickly while she arched an eyebrow at him, laughing.
“So what’s new?” she asked. “I can’t believe I haven’t seen you in almost a decade! I barely recognized you.”
At a loss for words, Nick said, “how was Europe?”
Amy smiled. “Awe-inspiring. I’m heading back in a few weeks to work on an art project in Paris, then off to Germany to meet a buyer interested in my work.”
“Wow,” Nick replied, unable to find anything more eloquent to say. “That’s great. Really.” Hearing Chris shout his name, Nick turned to see his friend waving him over to join him at the barbecue.
“You look…. really good,” Amy said as Nick turned back to her. She eyed him up and down, making him feel naked. What was happening? The twenty-two year-old kid sister of his best friend had morphed into a seductress. The naughty gleam in her eye made Nick’s member jump unexpectedly in his bathing trunks.
“So do you,” Nick managed, inwardly cursing himself for his inability to converse.
“We’ll catch up later,” Amy promised, scooping up the pitcher of booze and some glasses to distribute to her friends. Nick watched her shimmy away, unable to do anything but stare. Chris’s booming voice startled him back to the present and Nick trudged over to him with his plate in hand and his Harley-Davidson towel hanging awkwardly over his arm, disguising the tent in his shorts.
“Don’t get any ideas,” Chris warned, wagging a finger at him jokingly, turning over two excessively large steaks intended for them.
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