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going.
    But I’m still heartbroken. I
could hide it from everyone except Samantha.
    I turn onto my stomach, my
fingers finding the string on the back of my bikini and unfastening
it. I have the house to myself when my dad’s at work, and we don’t
have an exam today, so why not get a little sun?
    It feels so good on my already
tanned skin, and I open my eyes to look at Samantha. My gaze is
shielded by my dark glasses, and I look over her huge tits, her
perfect stomach, and toned thighs.
    Men would kill for her, I know
that, because she makes me hate her with envy and want to go a
little gay. The thought distracts me from Jeremy for a second as I
imagine running my mouth over her body, tasting her hidden
areas.
    “Earth to Blaire, hello?”
    My cheeks flush, and I tuck some
of my blonde hair behind my ear.
    “Fuck him,” I say, crassly. I
didn’t care. It’s not like we ever fucked. He was my arm candy,
just like I was his. Or so I kept telling myself. In reality, I was
holding out ‘til prom night to give it up to him, but I guess that
isn’t going to happen anymore.
    So I’m going to college a
virgin.
    Not like I’ll be the first, and
I know once I get there, I won’t have any trouble getting laid.
    Samantha might be perfect, but
truth is, we’re pretty damn similar, except I’m blonde and my eyes
are more of an icy blue, and my skin holds a tan better than her,
even if I do freckle a little. Plus she has tits where I, well,
don’t. My daddy — well, step-father — has promised me a boob job
for my graduation present, if I want it.
    “Once you get to college, you’re
going to have to be beating those guys off with a stick,” she says,
her full lips pulled into a wide, toothy grin.
    “Phrasing, Samantha,” I say, but
I’m laughing, rolling back onto my stomach and tugging my bikini
top off, tossing it to the side. I don’t care that I’m topless
around her. It’s not like it’s the first time we’ve sunbathed
together, and she barely even blinks. I blame my flat chest for
that, and let out a soft sigh as my nipples stiffen with a gust of
warm, spring air.
    “Well, you’ll want to beat them
off with something better than a stick in that way. Try your hand,”
she retorts.
    The sunglasses hide my pained
expression as I speak, “I just figured he was the one I wanted to
be my first, that’s all.”
    Samantha giggles, cruelly, as
she tosses her sunhat to the side, looking up at the sky. She
usually has no shame, but today she’s keeping her bikini fastened,
and I feel a little uneasy about that, but I try to push it away.
I’m just a bit delicate, that’s all, I try to tell myself. Reading
into things that aren’t there.
    “I can’t get over the fact that
you’re a fucking virgin, Blaire. You’re hotter than anyone else at
school, and I know more than a half dozen guys that have been
pleading for a chance at your puss. Maybe prom can be your big
night,” she teases.
    And then there’s the sound of a
man clearing his throat.
    I turn, and gape at my
step-father, standing there in his suit.
    It wouldn’t be so bad if it
weren’t so intimidating. So tall, statuesque and good looking.
    Yeah, my daddy’s a real hunk,
alright. Nothing to be done about that. With his broad shoulders
and fit physique, there was no wonder he stole my mother’s heart.
He could steal any woman’s heart, I imagine. He even has blonde
hair and emerald eyes that glitter in the light, like he was
unreal, some figment of the imagination. A handsome, rugged older
man, with confidence and the success to back it up.
    “You two ladies are obviously
cutting loose… and cutting class,” he remarks in that deep, husky
voice of his.
    My arm goes across my chest, and
I’m mortified. I have no idea how long he’s been standing there
watching us, and I’m squirming uncomfortably.
    Samantha, meanwhile, is
seductively lowering her sunglasses and smiling at him.
    “Exams, Mr. Cartwright,” she
says with a sensual lilt to