The June night felt sweltering, even with the light breeze that teased their hair as they entered Janet’s place, giggling like schoolgirls. Megan entered first, giving Janet a moment to observe her friend. Megan wore shorts that were nearly obscene in public, old denim things with frayed edges that showed a bit of ass when she walked. Her pink tank top revealed her soft, lightly tanned shoulders that only accentuated a flawless neckline cloaked by her shoulder-length long brown hair. She didn’t wear a bra because she didn’t need to. Her breasts were small and perky things that didn’t need any support, not like Janet’s own boobs. She always wore a bra; her large chest demanded it. Megan made her way to the sofa while Janet slipped into the kitchen, pouring each of them a glass of wine. She carried the drinks in one hand, the bottle in the other, and joined Megan. She could hardly believe that Megan was a virgin. Those large brown eyes must’ve driven a million men crazy. Janet handed Megan her wine and sat the bottle down on the side table.
