He decided to go quickly to the kitchen area and make a few drinks for them. He didn’t want them to think he was in any way spying on them, although from what Sydney had said, the two girls only had eyes for each other it seemed.
“Are margaritas okay for you all?” he shouted out from the bar area.
“Margaritas would be great Dad,” Sydney said while stepping out onto the ceramic pavers of the deck, with her friends following close behind her.
“I just can’t get over how beautiful it is here,” Kenna said, marveling at the crystal blue waters.
“It’s just a beach guys,” Addison said, gently teasing them. “I believe you’ll find there’s quite a few like it in California.”
While it was true that there are many beautiful beaches in California, none of them had the effect on Sydney like this one.
Kenna’s voice broke Sydney from her thoughts.
“My God, what are you wearing?” she said, as she watched Addison remove the beach wrap that was over her swimsuit.
“Duh, it’s called a bikini,” she said, as the jaws of the other two girls dropped when they witnessed what Addison had on under her wrap.
“I’d say that’s half a bikini at best,” Kenna said, smiling.
“It’s called a Wicked Weasel and don’t hate on me just because you can’t get your fat bottom into one,” Addison said.
“You know you’re getting dunked for that one bitch, as soon as we get into the pool,” Kenna said, as she pulled her girlfriend to her and kissed her hotly on the mouth.
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