Diary: Life's a Beach....
Diary Entry – Sunday, May 31st
Woke up feeling fresh for once. No headache, no hangover, just the warm sun streaming through the blinds and a text from Janice: “Ready to get sandy?” Hell yes, I was.
Threw on my tiniest string bikini, the one that barely covers anything, and a loose cover-up that I knew wouldn’t stay on long. Janice picked me up in her convertible, top down, already wearing a flimsy sundress with nothing underneath. She grinned at me as I climbed in. “Beach rules?” she asked. I nodded. Beach rules: no tan lines allowed.
We went to our usual quiet beach in Quintana, miles away from the families and noise of Galveston, spread out our towels, and within ten minutes the tops came off. The sun hit my skin like a reward. Janice lay beside me, eyes hidden behind sunglasses, but I caught her glancing at a group of guys playing volleyball nearby. They kept looking over. I arched my back just a little, let my tits catch the light.
