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Bestowal

... if she shaves or waxes. Quickly I notice her nipples crinkle, then smooth, as if she's had a dirty thought she decided to put into a mental drawer. I sit down beside her, facing the ocean, hoping she doesn't recognize the erection inside my baggy trunks. "What are you doing here?" she joshes. "Just getting some exercise," I reply. "Had enough of the homework?" "I put four and a half hours into it. Then I started going through my day-timer. Listen, did Jake ever get you anything for your birthday last week?" "No, not really. He called, talked about going out one night." I couldn't tell her that our birthday bashes were over, now that he was living with a woman. "It's okay, really. This trip is sort of a birthday party." She doesn't buy it. "Jake told me about some of the things you guys used to do. Is it true you set him up with two girls for his birthday once?" What the hell has Jake been sharing with her? "Yeah," I admit, a little guiltily. I remember how three years earlier I talked a lady I was going with into getting one of her girlfriends to go out to a swank dinner for Jake's twenty-fifth. After we went back to our place, the girls started fooling around with each other and stripped naked, sort of a lesbian scene, and then they both did Jake while I just watched and snapped pictures. I wonder where he hid them so Christie wouldn't find them. "Didn't you mind sharing your girlfriend with him?" Now her nipples are definitely crinkling; I can tell there's a perverted ...

... side to Christie I'd never seen before. "Linda wasn't really mine," I explain. "We were both seeing other people, and it was actually her idea. Haven't you ever teased a guy you liked?" "Not like that!" she protests. "But you've thought about it?" "Sure. Who hasn't? But I couldn't afford to do anything like that. The world's becoming too much of a safe, secure place. Something like that would be too much of a risk." "I don't know," I disagree. "Yesterday, I wouldn't have thought you were an exhibitionist, yet here you are." "Yes," she agrees, a little shyly, "letting my tits hang out for all the world to see. And you know, it doesn't really bother me. I've been like this maybe an hour, and ten or twelve people have walked past. Most of them just ignored me, but two older guys hung around, getting a good view. It was funny, they kept looking out to sea, then they'd sneak another peek. After awhile, I thought about inviting them over, just to see what I'd do. But then they moved on. And it doesn't bother me that you keep checking me out." "What do you mean?" I try to act cool, but apparently my wrap around shades aren't effective. She just laughs. "Yeah, right. Well, anyway, when you see me naked, I know what I want." This is getting serious. For a second, I consider backing off. After all, this is my best friend's girl. But I remember now that he didn't worry about it when Linda came on to him. And he took a shot at another girl I was dating back in college. If Christie wants to ...