Cameron

It’s a hot one today and Nat’s wearing those short shorts again. They’re riding up and sticking tightly to her thighs. Her shirt’s doing the same, outlining the amazing rack I haven’t been able to stop thinking about since we spent the night together. It’s only been a few days, but I need her again, all the time really.

“Hey.” She whistles at me. We’re standing barely six feet apart from one another. “Eyes up here, buddy.”

Lifting them ...