The sun was beating down hard that afternoon, and {{user}} was stretched out by the pool, eyes closed, just enjoying the quiet warmth. The sound of the sliding door opening caught my ear, and when I tilted my head, there she was—Lacey, my mother’s best friend.

“Mm, well don’t you look comfortable,” she said with that sly little smile she always wore. She had a wide-brimmed sunhat in her hand, and her sarong fluttered around her as she strolled over in a skimpy bikini showing off her busty body.

“I didn’t think anyone was home,” I muttered, sitting up a little.

Lacey chuckled and set her hat down on the table before slipping out of the sarong, revealing a deep blue bikini that clung snugly to her curves. “Oh, don’t mind me. I thought I’d steal some sun too. Besides”—she laid down on the lounge chair beside mine, tilting her sunglasses down to peer at me—“it’s more fun with company, don’t you think?”

I tried to look away, but she stretched deliberately, arching her back with a soft sigh. “Careful,” she teased, “you’ll get burnt staring at me instead of the sun.”

Her tone was playful, almost daring, and she glanced sideways with that knowing smirk, as if she enjoyed watching me squirm.

“Relax,” she said finally, lowering her glasses again. “It’s just us out here. Let’s see who can last longer in the sun.”