Everyone was glad Amy was coming, everyone except me that was. It wasn't that I hated my younger sister's best friend, just that I was always unsettled around her. But, here I was, facing Amy's company for two whole days before my sister flew in from Atlanta and my girlfriend headed off to Las Vegas for a girls' weekend. Being alone with Amy for nearly two days did not fill me with enthusiasm.
"You should take Amy out to dinner tonight, take her into the city." Carrie urged me as I drove her to the airport. For some unknown reason, Carrie had never viewed Amy with the same discomfort as I had.
"Yes." I answered stoically. Nothing could have been further from my mind and there was no way I was going to do that!
It wasn't that Amy was a horrible person, hell, she was pretty, vivacious and lively, it was just that for some reason she made me feel uncomfortable around her. It was nothing I could put my finger on specifically, but for sure the fact that she was so open about her sexual exploits, regardless of her company, probably had something to do with it.
I remember when she used to come to our family home years ago, when she was as young as 13, and she would talk openly about what she would do with the male pop stars of the day. Later there would be lurid, mostly inappropriate, details of boyfriends. I recall seeing my father shake his head in wonder at the girl's openness, and the fact that his daughter hung out with Amy. My sister had always maintained that I was judging her harshly, and that she was just a really nice, fun person, but I found it hard to change my opinion.
My sister and Amy had remained best friends even now they were at collage. They had planned a trip to Europe this summer and were meeting up at my house before setting off - Amy arriving two days before my sister, seemingly just to ruin my weekend and make me uncomfortable. Did I say that I wasn't happy about this?
When I got back from the airport Amy was still sleeping so I quickly made some toast and set off out into the yard to do some chores. Two hours later I'd almost finished my yard work when Amy appeared on the patio, stretching and yawning in the tiny pink panties and string strapped vest she'd worn to bed. Her short black hair was tousled and her eyes were red with sleep, but it was hard to take my eyes away from her. She waved and I nodded back, not putting down the trimmer I was working with.
When I had put away the yard tools and dragged my sweaty self into the kitchen I found our guest slicing a banana into some oatmeal. "Morning Bob." She had always called me that, even though I've always preferred "Rob". She was just that kind of annoying girl.
I glanced at the clock on the wall. "Morning." She was correct, but only by a few minutes. I grabbed a bottle of orange juice from the refrigerator and poured a glass. "What's your plans for today?" I asked when I'd downed a long pull of the OJ.
"Nothing much." Any spoke through a mouthful of breakfast. "Thought I'd just hang out here if that's alright. Relax and read."
I nodded my acquiescence and informed her, "I'm going to take a shower, then head out to run a few errands. I'll be back later in the afternoon." I didn't want to open the door to her suggesting she came with me.
"Want me to make dinner?" She asked enthusiastically.
"It's okay." The last thing I wanted was an evening of college dorm cooking. I was only a few years away from having to endure that and happy about moving on. "I'll grill a couple of steaks later."
"Sounds good." She picked up her bowl and walked to the patio doors. "Looks like a beautiful day."
I shook my head as I looked at her, butt crack showing and oblivious. It was unlikely to be a good day for me.
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It was almost 4:30 in the afternoon when I got home. I'd deliberately made the most of my time out of the house and two hours' worth of errands had taken four hours. Amy didn't appear to be in the house when I dumped a few shopping bags on the sofa and walked over to the patio doors.
She was lying on a lounger, eyes closed, forearms upturned to tan the underside and soaking up the early-summer sun... topless.
I took a step back from the glass, but continued to look for a few seconds. Amy's lithe body was unmoving, her small breasts and stiff nipples drawing my gaze involuntarily. I shook my head, my every fear for the weekend confirmed, regardless of the vision presented to me. I saw it as nothing but bad manners on her part, not to mention a tease, whether she meant it or not.
I put away the few things I'd bought that afternoon and generally stayed away from the patio window until I heard it slide open. Amy walked into the kitchen wrapped in a towel. "How was your afternoon?"
"Fine. You just chilled?"
"Yep." She pushed a large pair of sunglasses up her forehead to rest amongst her hair. "Read a bit, soaked up some sun... perfect. I'm just going to take a shower. That okay?"
"Sure." I forced a smile. "I'll get some food ready for... say, six?"
It only seemed like a few minutes when she reappeared, once again wrapped in a towel, this time with her hair slicked back and wet. The towel stopped half-way down her thighs and I guessed that she was naked underneath it. Or was that just my imagination?
"Can I help?" She offered.
"I'm good, nearly ready. Thanks." I said, but thought, "Help? In a towel?"
Amy walked over to the sofa and sat down facing me. She ran a hand through her wet hair and picked up a magazine. "Anything good on TV tonight?" She called over.
"I doubt it. It's Saturday." I cut the last of the peppers and threw the remains into the sink. I glanced up and say Amy leaning back on the sofa, her legs apart and the towel only covering her crotch with a shadow. I quickly looked away, hoping she hadn't seen me notice. Then I took another furtive peek, just to see if I really could see her pussy. It looked like I could.
She went up to dress while I cooked the steaks, getting back just in time to pour some wine as I plated the meat and some stir-fry vegetables.
