It was summertime and it seemed that there was never anything to do in the suburbs except hang out with friends. Whoever got bored first would find out who else was around and then together, they would find somewhere to go and do nothing. Today started out as one of those days.
Val was headed over to his best friend Steve's house. He wasn't expected, but that's just what they did. At some point one of them would head out and just show up at the other one's house and they'd go do something. He was walking down the road, not having a car yet and at eighteen feeling too grown up to be riding a bike. It wasn't an arduous journey but the hot, humid day had him sweating.
Finding the front door closed, Val rang the bell and waited. When no one answered he rang it again and peered through the small window in the door. There were lights on and the back door was open. He figured everyone must be out enjoying the pool on such a hot day so he headed around to the back of the house.
"Hello?" he yelled. "Anyone home? Steve?"
"Back here!" a woman's voice replied.
Val opened the gate and swung around the corner expecting to find the whole family lounging around the large in-ground pool. To his surprise the only one in the yard was Erin, Steve's older sister. She was laying out on a chaise lounge sunning herself in a very small swimsuit. A very, very small swimsuit. She looked up lazily at him coming over and gifted him with a welcoming smile. Val and Erin had known each other for years. He and Steve had practically grown up together, so they were always comfortable around each other. However since the onset of puberty, Val had been looking at her in a completely different way. Gone were the innocent days of youth when they would all play ball together or just run around acting silly. Whereas the boys remained awkward and gawky, she seemed to have sprouted overnight and had become a graceful, stunningly beautiful woman.
Erin wasn't that tall, a little over five feet, but she radiated her Norwegian heritage. She had light blonde hair and pale blue eyes that seemed to look right through you. Her breasts were a perfectly perky C cup and Val found that it took all of his willpower not to simply stare at them every time he talked to her. Her body was tight and curved perfectly in all the right places. Her legs looked like they were sculpted by an artist and seemed to go on forever. The dark blue bikini she was wearing managed to accentuate everything she was blessed with before disappearing deep into the crack of her perfect ass and under the curves of her magnificent breasts.
"Hi Val," she cooed up at him, taking off her sunglasses and stopping him in his tracks with those eyes.
"Hey Erin," he managed after only a slight and hopefully unnoticeable pause.
"Steve's not here," she stated simply.
"Oh. Do you know when he's coming back?"
"Not for a while actually. He had to go to Jersey with our parents. Uncle Jack fell and broke his ankle. He needs a hand getting things set up for a day or two so they went to help and took Steve for some of the heavy lifting."
"Oh, that's too bad," Val said, thanking God for the dark sunglasses he was wearing. He let his eyes wander over every inch of her exposed body and found himself imagining, in great detail, the parts that were still hidden. He was also very glad for the baggy shorts he was wearing.
"What were you guys supposed to do today?" she asked.
"Oh nothing really. Just hang out somewhere and do nothing. I guess I'll just catch up with him when he gets back."
"You can hang out here and do nothing with me you know. We used to hang out all the time."
"Sure," he said a little too quickly. He caught himself and added "That sounds cool," with as much nonchalance as he could muster. He settled tentatively on the empty lounge chair next to hers.
She rolled casually onto her side so she could look at him while they talked and Val had to shift quickly when his cock sprang immediately to full attention. Her luscious breasts hung down only slightly under their own weight and were less then an inch from popping out of her bikini top. For some reason her nipples were already hard and fighting against the thin fabric concealing them. In fact, her hard nipples seemed to be the only thing holding her tiny top in place right now. Her long legs we stacked casually on top of each other and Val found his eyes locked onto that beautiful, lustful place where they met. If he had thought that the back of her bikini bottoms were small, he was amazed that the front was less then half the size and pulled tight against her soft young mound. He could almost make out everything, down to the beautiful little shadowed line running right down the middle of the cloth.
"You want to jump in the pool real quick?" she asked with a slight smile. "You look like you're getting a little overheated."
A very embarrassed "Huh?" was all he could muster. Was it that obvious?
"From the walk over," she continued. "Looks like you worked up a sweat."
"Oh no," he smiled back, relieved. "I'm fine. Unless I offend the lady," he added, lifting his arm and giving himself a comical sniff. He was rewarded with a laugh and a smile that thrilled his soul. God, he loved making her laugh.
"Not at all," she assured him. "In fact, a good sweat on a man can be a very sexy thing."
She kept smiling and chewed on the end of her sunglasses a little before she continued.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Anything," he told her.
"Why did we stop hanging out? You, me and Steve were inseparable for years."
