Tutor Me Read Free

Scottsdale in late August, it was well over 100 degrees outside. I dropped the towel on a chair and stepped into the shallow end, about to glide all the way in when Lacey’s voice stopped me.
    “Jenny, didn’t you get the memo? This is not a swim meet, it’s a sunbathing session.” Her words were snarky but there was no hint of malice in her tone, only amusement. Alex and a couple other girls snickered, and unlike Lacey they sounded bitchy. Good thing I hadn’t worn my rashguard.
    Only Charlotte protested. “She looks cute.” I shot her a grateful glance.
    Lacey got up from her lounge chair. “Come with me.” Her tone brooked no opposition and I found myself walking up the steps and back out of the pool meekly.
    “I have dozens of suits you can choose from. Otherwise your belly is going to be white and the tan lines on your shoulder will be an inch thick.” I toweled off my legs hastily as Lacey strode purposefully toward the house, revealing that her bikini bottom was a thong. I wasn’t a prude but I couldn’t imagine wearing something that revealing, even with a body like hers. Inside I followed her to her room, stark white with a flat screen on the wall and a queen-sized bed, clothes strewn everywhere. Once in her walk-in closet, she pulled open a drawer to reveal, sure enough, more swimsuits than I had ever owned in my life. She started yanking them out, tossing them to me over her shoulder as I scrambled to catch them.
    “This purple strapless one is great for minimal tan lines. Do you wear much with décolletage?” When I looked blank, she laughed. “Never mind, take it. And here’s a red string type that’ll be a great color on you and will show off your rack.”
    I murmured thanks, waiting for her to leave so I could put them on, but she stood there looking at me expectantly.
    “You want me to put one on now?”
    “That’s the idea, isn’t it? Wear the purple one.”
    I pulled the tank top off while she moved around the room impatiently, and grabbing the purple strapless top I attached it around my waist, twisted it to the back, and then pulled the top up over my boobs. Next I slipped the tankini bottom off and pulled on the purple one, which had about half as much fabric. Looking in the full length mirrors lining the closet, I had to admit the suit was flattering, even if it showed a lot of skin. Lacey was taller and had a super model’s body. Technically we wore the same size but things looked completely different on us because I was shorter and curvier. My boobs were falling out of this swimsuit top now. Luckily I had shaved my bikini line the night before.
    Nonetheless, Lacey commented, “You are so coming with me to the spa for a Brazilian next week.”
    Back out by the pool, I was greeted with wolf whistles from the girls.              
    “Much better,” Lacey declared, satisfied.
    I finally got my swim in and then lay on my stomach on the hard concrete of the patio. Ever since I was a kid I’d liked the feel of the hot concrete through a wet towel after a swim, burning if it weren’t for that damp towel.
    As I got comfortable, Alex commented, “I trust that Dylan won’t be ogling us through the window like last time, Lacey.”
    Lacey rolled her eyes. “No. I’ve banished him from the house until 6, the little horn dog.” Her voice was acerbic but laced with affection. Lacey’s little brother Dylan was a sophomore who was already building a wild reputation. He achieved a surfer look with long white blond hair that perpetually fell in his eyes. He had a slim boyish build that recalled Lacey’s own slender frame. The siblings rarely interacted at school but Dylan had been known to attend Lacey’s crowd’s parties on occasion.
    As the other girls were dozing or reading magazines, once I was dry enough I brought out my history book to start on the homework for tomorrow, propping on my elbows to read it.
    “Are you seriously doing homework while sunbathing?” Chloe