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"Well, yeah. He can come off that way at first. To most people, even. But... He has a sweet side to him. Uh. Um. You kind of have to be his girlfriend to see it, but it's there." Kayla didn't know why she was letting herself sound so hesitant.
It might have been Chet's piercing, disbelieving gaze, or the fact that she never had to defend her relationship with Josh before. Top guy and top girl, it was natural for them to be together.
Oh god, that sounds kind of terrible. It can't be that shallow, can it?
Chet sensed her inner turmoil, and felt bad for pressing the issue, but he felt he had to appease that impatient voice in his head, too.
"He's a dickhead. Not trying to pry in on anything, but you can honestly do a lot better."
"Oh?" Kayla said in Australian, almost gasping with shock. Her accent came out more when she was passionate, a sign she was rising to Chet's bait. "With who?" Her eyes were less friendly.
Chet dropped his gaze away from her eyes and unfurrowed his brow. "With someone. Someone else." Then he made a look of pain. To be fair, he didn't really know Josh all that well, or how he treated Kayla. Implying he was a bad boyfriend might have been unwarranted, and Chet actually felt a little scared that he pushed things too far and that Kayla would actually go and tell Josh.
She instead gave him a look of sympathy as he turned his eyes away from hers. It did feel nice to have an admirer, and she could tell he was being sincere. This wasn't jokey, cocky, show-off Chet, but the more level-headed and possibly considerate Chet from earlier. It was possible that regardless of his personal feelings toward her, Chet was concerned about her well-being.
Then Chet's expression changed again. It looked like he was staring at something on her stomach. No, lower than that.
Between her toned abs and muscular, glistening thighs, the fabric on Sydney's crotch seemed to be...thinner than the rest of the swimsuit. Chet raised an eyebrow in confused interest.
Sydney instantly realized that the way she was squatting made her pussy bulge out directly level with Chet's eyes.
Is he- Is he perving on me? The hell, Chet?
Indignant, she started lifting off from her calves, intending to stand up and turn around. Whatever truth Chet may have spoken earlier did not justify this outrageousness.
But the sudden movement and added pressure on the bottom portion of her swimsuit, where the two halves came together. The tiny stitches, worn from months of rigorous exercise, could no longer contain her voluptuousness and abandoned their post, letting the front and rear of her swimsuit fly apart from each other with the classic
RIIIIP!!
Kayla's swimsuit popped open at the worst possible location, failing at its job at protecting her goodies from Chet's gaze. His eyelids similarly flew apart as the sight registered in his brain.
Compared to her thighs, the delta of skin normally covered by panties shone an F-stop brighter. Her outer labia were slightly darker than the skin surrounding it, and surrounded the moist inner lips like a horseshoe. The inner curtains clung together, not unlike the way a cold scrotum tightens up, but flared out a little bit like pink flower petals. A nice, wet mat of brown, gently curling pubic hairs crowned the top while the bottom flap of her swimsuit just barely covered Kayla's little brown butthole.
"Aah! Don't look!!" Kayla cried as she fell to the floor, covering her parts with her hands.
"Fuck!" Chet involuntarily yelled as he turned his back and treaded water on his way to the other end of the pool. His foot slipped and he fell in. He rose back up, coughing and sputtering. When he turned around, she was gone.
"Fuck!"
END OF CHAPTER THREE
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A/N: Sorry for the wait, guys. If you've been following me for a while, you'll know that I uploaded a version of this chapter earlier. Well... it wasn't my best work, and I've taken some of the more vocal criticisms and rewrote the story into something that I hope satisfies both of us, while leaving room for the plot to twist and turn in new directions and tensions.
Happy New Year's, everybody!
- COMMENTS
Anonymous12 months agoThe swimsuit bottom thing is just stupid. it wouldn't rip like that from standing, it might slightly rip from crouching, but not in this cartoonish fashion.
Also, the italien guy with the comb, and the mention in the last chapter about the meatplace, it's just stupid.
This story feels like you are trying to hit all the racial stereotypes which is pretty racist.
I don't know what's worse, that you might be doing it intentionally, and somehow think it's funny, or that you might simply not know any better.
You need an editor to inject a bit of coherence and common sense into all this.
And actually take criticism to heart and fix the current chapters, don't just rush ahead to the next one and repeat the same mistakes.
DMMWolfover 1 year ago""Oh?" Kayla said in Australian, almost gasping with shock. Her accent came out more when she was passionate, a sign she was rising to Chet's bait."
If you ever plan future edits. Revisit this. The "in Australian" is a bit off and throws it. For one it is relatively hard to put too much accent into an "Oh?" and saying in Australian makes it sound as if you are implying that Australian's speak a completely different language instead of English.
Anonymousover 1 year agoOne of the best stories I've read on here. Too bad it ended prematurely.
KingDDover 1 year agoI’m very glad you replaced the chapter and I sincerely hope you decide to one day continue the story! It would be great to see Chet advance so much further on levels and see what he earns from it! Please come back soon!
