"Andy, can you take these around to Britney, please?"
When your mother ask you to do something the reply is always yes. Accordingly I agreed and picked up the stuff that my mother indicated. Quite heavy it was, too. I didn't really mind. I liked Britney and I hadn't seen her for a while. Quite a while, now that I thought of it. Possibly a year or two. I wondered how much she'd changed.
"Um, what is Britney's address?" I asked. I had an idea that it had changed.
With address and goodies in hand I set off on my delivery round.
I pulled up at Britney's place, and a very nice place it was, and rang the doorbell. Britney promptly answered.
My, my, she'd definitely grown since I last saw her. She certainly never used to have a rack like the one she now owned. All in all a very nice figure with a pretty face to go with it. I heartily approved.
"Yes?" she said when she answered the door.
"Yes? Is that all you have to say when an old friend arrives, bearing goodies? You wound me, Britney. Seriously wound me."
She looked confused, possibly wondering if she was being visited by an idiot. I sighed and shook my head.
"It's Andy, Dum-dum," I said. "My mother said you were expecting this stuff."
"Oh my god, Andy. You've changed so much. I didn't recognise you."
I suppose I had changed, gaining a few inches and putting on considerable beef. (Not fat -- muscle and solid flesh.)
"You've changed somewhat yourself," I pointed out. "Still, I'd recognise that pretty face of yours anywhere."
"And you've grown a smoother tongue," Britney said with a laugh.
I just gave a little wig-wag with my hand, sort of a maybe sign.
"Where do you want this? I'd better carry it in as it's a bit heavy. You can then unpack it inside."
"Thank you," she said, holding the door wide. I moved past her and she in turn ducked past me, heading down the hallway. "Just follow me," she said.
She took me down to the kitchen and I deposited the parcel on the kitchen table, and happy I was to do so. The blasted thing seemed to get heavier by the moment.
"Take a seat and I'll make you some coffee. "We can catch up on what we've been doing over the last couple of years."
So we sat down and had some coffee and caught up and the easy friendship I'd had with Britney was still there. We just seemed to click when we were together.
"Ooh, listen. While you're here I'd like your honest opinion on something. I bought a new bikini yesterday and while it looked good in the shop I'm starting to have second thoughts. Do you mind having a look at it? You've always had good taste in clothes."
"Sure. Go ahead."
Look over an attractive young woman in a bikini? I'd bear up under the strain.
She was gone for about five minutes. I guess it doesn't take long to strip and put on a bikini. She came waltzing into the room wearing a big smile and not much else. If I'd had false teeth I'd have swallowed them. As it was I damn near swallowed my tongue.
Don't get me wrong. It was a very nice bikini, BUT.
It had high cut sides to the bottom, a bottom that didn't leave too much to the imagination, but was still the right side of respectable. True, I could tell by looking at her that she shaved but that was neither here nor there. It was the top that was the killer.
In theory the cups covered her breasts completely but for one small detail. The cups had a large semi-circle removed from the bottom half of each cup, starting just below her nipples and reaching down to the band that was the bottom of the cup. I had never seen a bikini top that screamed touch me quite as much as this one did.
That creamy skin showing in the gaps was most definitely her breasts, not some sort of material pretending to be skin. I suppose the thin cord that actually ran along under her breasts was designed to hold the cups in place, but I felt that she shouldn't bet her modesty on them. Any sort of wave action would leave her showing her nipples and completely unaware of it. Damn it all, a sneeze or a big breath would probably be all it took to lift the cups slightly, letting her nipples pop free.
"Let me guess. When you tried it on in the shop you had to have a bra on, right?"
"Of course. You have to keep your underwear on while trying on bathers for health reasons."
