Convincing Titties

Skyler lounges on a towel, tits catching the sun. Tommy stands twenty feet back, shuffling like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He finally drags himself over and blurts it: they’re done. Secret’s getting risky, people might talk, and—worst fear—he can’t stand the thought of her getting bored and kicking him to the curb. Skyler sits up. No way she’s buying it. She slides the bikini triangles sideways and those perky tits bounce free. “You sure you wanna toss these away?” Tommy’s eyes nearly fall out of his head. She grins, wicked. “I like the sneaking around. Kinda gets me off, and so do you. Why would I throw that out?” Every excuse he rehearsed evaporates. Yeah, they’ll still be careful, but this show’s not closing. Skyler gives him the slow-burning stare, snaps the top back into place like it hardly matters, then grabs his hand and pulls him toward the house.