Becky was bouncing off the wall when I got to her house the next afternoon. I was dressed in a see-through white summer dress that tied behind my neck. My black bikini was visible underneath and I had on simple black flip flops. While I was going for comfort, Becky wanted sexy.
She let out a dramatic groan and collapsed on her bed when I went to her room. One of her arms had been pulled through a black tube top, or that’s what it looked like. A blinding rainbow colored bikini top had been pushed up. When she rolled over, she cried out, “I can’t fit into anything.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I have nothing, nothing! I’m so fat, Sam.”
I frowned and grabbed her hand to pull her up. When she looked at me, I shrugged. “What do you want me to say? If you’re trying to be a model, you need
