Surfing

When I pulled up to Charlotte's place, she was already waiting outside. Her dark auburn hair was styled in loose waves. She wore a black t-shirt tucked into her jean shorts and white Converse sneakers.

A cream-coloured bag hung on her shoulder.

She hopped into my car with a wide grin spread across her face.

I glanced over at her as I started the car. "Did you get your swimsuit?"

"Yep! It's actually on me right now."

I took a quick look and saw a hint of a blue bikini peeking out at her cleavage.

She continued, "I also packed a one-piece in the bag. This bikini wouldn't last a minute in the waves. I know from experience."

"I wouldn't mind seeing that."

"Very funny..."

"You styled your hair, didn't you?" I asked. "Won't it get all messed up in the water?"

"So what? Does it matter?" She smiled. "I just felt like doing it."

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