
“Come on,” I begged, undoing his belt, “it’ll be fun!”
He laughed, still allowing me to fumble with his zipper.
“Nah, you go for it,” he chuckled, “I’ll watch.”
Turning to my best friend, we ran up the steps to the villa’s second floor patio. From there, we climbed onto the roof of the pool house, spurred on by the crowd underneath and many hours of day drinking.
Tip toeing across the wooden beams, I tugged at the strings of my black summer dress, before throwing it onto a deck chair below.
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In only a lace g-string, I inched towards the edge of the roof, grabbing my boobs to cover myself.
“Are you ready?” I shouted at my friend over the sound of the music, before taking her hand.
And with that, we threw ourselves off the ledge, and into the great big pool below.
Surfacing, we came up laughing, shrieking at the cold water and feeling so naked.
In the middle of the party, we swam to the side of the pool, where one of the girls was waiting for us with towels.
“Come here,” it was him again, bending down and stretching out a hand to lift me up.