There was Beth, sunning herself on a blanket, her top folded neatly next to her IPOD. She lay on her back, her eyes hidden by dark sunglasses. Her long, blond hair glowed in the bright sunlight. Her breasts flowed out of her tiny, green bikini, which would inevitably fail in its breast-holding mission if Beth sat up, turned her body or took a sudden breath.
She was close enough to Jane and Sally to hear their high voices praising Brad's throwing prowess. Hmmph! If Brad were a few inches taller, Beth MIGHT find him interesting. But he wasn't big enough to get a football scholarship and had to settle for a mid-management job at a local tech company. It made her miss all the superior players who left town for big state schools. She enjoyed watching either when they competed on the field with the other teams, or when they competed for her attention.
Through her dark glasses, Beth glanced at the curtained windows of Amanda's house, right across the street. Was Amanda home? Poor Amanda. Sometimes Beth missed her friendship and a fleeting thought of ringing her doorbell crossed her mind. But that would be a mistake, a big mistake. She and Amanda had gone their separate ways years ago and Amanda's body was still sooo painfully undeveloped. The college men would still be laughing at her, even now. A clean separation was just the nicest thing Beth could have done for Amanda, letting her grow up at her own pace, instead of in Beth's shadow. Maybe someday things would change. But so far, the differences between them had only become greater, as Beth's body had developed ever more voluptuous curves while Amanda remained slender and girlish. Now at 5'11" with 36" legs, 38-DD breasts and a slender 22" waist, she would just embarrass Amanda by standing next to her. Poor little Amanda.
Meanwhile, in her room, Amanda seethed at the sight of her former friend. Every time Amanda saw Beth, she seemed to become even more beautiful, the epitome of every feminine feature. How could Beth's breasts keep growing, while Amanda's had been stuck at 32-A for years! Well, now was her chance. Amanda would fix her and learn about the gun at the same time. Another advance for science!
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