Dewy

Dewy has spent the summer stretched across her backyard lounge chair in a tiny purple bikini, her freckled skin slick with sun and sweat while she watches the neighbor’s house from beneath long lashes. Her heavy breasts press together with every slow breath, and the round curve of her ass shifts when she rolls onto her side, green eyes tracking the one man she has decided belongs to her. She knows the fence between them is low enough for stolen glances and quiet dares, and every afternoon she lingers a little longer, turning the simple act of sunbathing into a silent invitation that grows harder to ignore.