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Heidi drew appreciative looks as she strolled down the path in the park.
She deserved them. She was a gorgeous young brunette with curves that would make a Grand Prix driver dizzy, a ton of long, naturally wavy brown hair highlighted with glints of auburn, bright, expressive brown eyes and an abundance of jiggly flesh on her chest.
She went to her usual bench and sat down and crossed her legs. Her legs drew more appreciative looks, and she smiled shyly, a tad embarrassed by the attention. She took her sandwich and cup of yogurt and cup of black coffee out of the brown paper bag and spread it on the bench and had just taken a bite from her sandwich when Traci joined her.
Their friendship went back a long way, to middle school, and they met for lunch in the park every day the weather permitted. Traci was a beautiful blonde with mischievous blue eyes that mirrored her personality and nearly as many curves as Heidi.
“Hi, babe,” Traci said, “what’s a foxy chick like you doing out here all alone?”
Heidi smiled shyly again. “Stop it, Traci, you embarrass me.”
“You always were a little tight in the ass,” Traci laughed, “but I love you anyway. If you’ve got it, flaunt it, I always say, and baby, you’ve really got it.” She spread her lunch out on the bench by Heidi’s and started eating. “You don’t look like you’re flaunting it right now, though, honey. In fact, you look downright melancholy.”
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.