When I was eighteen years old I was still living at home, saving up a bit of money before I moved out of town to go to university. I had taken the year off after graduating high school, working as a hostess in a restaurant a few nights a week. My job gave me plenty of free time during the day, something that I valued greatly as spring led into summer. I spent many afternoons at the beach or even just hanging out in my parents’ backyard working on my tan.

Although I’ve fluctuated a few pounds here and there over the years, my body is very much the same now as it was then, over twelve years earlier. I was very petite, standing about five-foot-two and weighing not much more than a hundred pounds. I’ve never had to work very hard to keep my figure; in fact, the times in my life when I didn’t exercise at all actually added weight to my hips and my breasts in a way that most of the guys I’ve been with actually seemed to prefer.

At eighteen, I had been seeing the same guy for over two years. He was, at that point, the first and only guy I had ever slept with. Unfortunately, however, we had started to grow apart and it was only a matter of time before one of us would have the guts to break up with the other.

In the meantime I was really lusting after Sean, the guy who had been living with us for the last few months. Sean’s dad was a close friend of my dad’s and he had just moved into the area for a new job. He was hoping to save up some money to buy a place of his own, so my dad offered to let him stay with us for a little while. He was in his mid-twenties, tall and fit with short, brown hair. As cute as he was, he was also quite shy, or at least that’s what I thought. I’m pretty sure I had seen him checking me out on more than one occasion, but I had never detected anything resembling any real interest on his part. Although I was a little more outgoing, I had never done anything more than smile at him and make sure I looked nice any time he was around.

It was late on a weekday morning when I had decided to lie down in the backyard and get some sun. My parents were both at work and my brother was at school, and Sean was probably working as well. I changed into my little yellow string bikini and grabbed a towel before heading outside. I had been blessed with tolerant skin, so I rarely wore sunscreen when I was out in the sun. I spread the towel out on the lawn and sprawled out on my back, soaking in the rays. After about twenty minutes I flipped onto my stomach, undoing the ties on my bikini top so that I wouldn’t wind up with any tan lines on my back. I had just untied myself when I heard the phone ringing inside the house. I ignored it, knowing that by the time I had tied up my top and gotten inside I would have missed the call anyway. It was only a few seconds later that I heard Sean’s voice calling to me from the house.

“Hey Christine, the phone’s for you,” he said.

Because I thought I had the house to myself, his voice startled me. I jumped a bit and turned my head to face the house. This wound up exposing my right breast for a brief moment before I remembered that I was topless.

“Shit!” I said. “You scared me!”

“Sorry about that,” he said. I could see his eyes on my breast during that quick exposure and it turned me on. “Should I say you’re not available?”

“No, it’s okay,” I said. “I’ll be right there.” He stepped back inside as I tied up my top and then got up. I went inside and picked the phone up off the counter, hearing one of my friend’s voices on the line. As I stood there in my bikini, Sean busied himself in the kitchen, making himself a sandwich. A couple of times I looked over at him and caught him staring at my body. I glanced down at his crotch and noticed the substantial bulge in his pants. I had always wondered about what he was packing in there. Many times I thought about sneaking into the bathroom while he was showering so I could see his entire body, especially his cock. Each time I would chicken out and wind up playing with myself in my room, imagining him fucking me.

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