Lost my reputation | B.E.

Chapter 7: girls just wanna have fun

Narrator: Someone

In true L.A. fashion, the afternoon is incredibly hot, drops of sweat rolling down Y/N's neck as the sun beats down her bare skin. It feels good to finally get some time to unwind and relax.

Y/N could've done with a slightly less intense Californian weather, that's a given, but she's also got to give credit to something much, much hotter.

If the stifling heat is turning her all sweaty and hot, the sight before her doesn't help lessen the warmth of her body – if anything, it has her burning up inside.

She might just suffer from a heatstroke.

It had all started with furtive glances, shy little glimpses that soon turned into full on ogling, Y/N's skin continuously flushing and blushing at the sight of her best friend. As the sun rose higher up in the sky, the more inhibited Billie became, and the more she had Y/N squirming in her chair.

She isn't about to go and curse Billie out, though, she is, after all, the one offering this little vacation to their group of friends; with the release of her new album came crashing down the accumulated fatigue and worry, spurring the talented singer to rent a beautiful, modern house lost in the heights of Los Angeles.

They are all currently staying in a huge, luxury mansion with walls entirely made of glass windows – a concept that would make anyone blush and squeamish about using the bathroom if the surrounding area was filled with anything else but dead vegetation and endless valleys.

So yeah, Y/N really isn't about to yell at Billie to go cover her body and get her shit together when she is the only reason she can afford to lounge on a wooden chair by the turquoise water of a 60ft pool, sipping on an expensive margarita that only a multi-millionaire superstar can truly afford.

Y/N wipes the beads of sweat on her forehead, glancing down at Billie's halfway downed cocktail resting by the side of the pool. The condensation drips down the sides of the glass, leaving a circle of wet down on the edge of the pool - Y/N draws a twisted parallel to what's currently happening between her legs, reflexively clenching her thighs together.

She notes that it's not very wise to be drinking under such crushing heat, but she decides not to dwell on it too much so downs her own beverage, which has, so far, done a pretty crappy job at keeping her cool.

She blames it on Billie, though.

She's thought about going for a swim as well – taking a dive in the water in an attempt to cool herself down and calm the throbbing between her legs. But she doesn't know if she can trust herself with that much alcohol in her system and Billie's almost naked body so close to hers.

Of course, it would temporarily cool her down, but she knows that as soon as she emerges from the water, she'll feel hot all over again; back to being a sweaty, flushing mess – probably a side effect from being such close friends with the singer.

Billie is engrossed in whatever game they're playing in the pool, throwing a ball back and forth between their friends, shouting excitedly and throwing her arms in the air whenever the opposite team misses a catch.

Her triangle bikini top sits lower than it should on her chest, the knot loosened from moving around all day in the water. The strings stretch sinfully tight against her skin from the weight of her tits, pale breasts nearly spilling out of the tiny garment.

Y/N truly wonders whether she'd be delighted or mortified for Billie if her top ever was to slip to the side – she'd probably enjoy it, though, she's not gonna lie.

It also doesn't work in Y/N's favor that Billie looks a perfect mix between cute and hot, an adorable, bleached bun piled at the top of her head, her face red from all the splashing around and probably a bit of sunburn as well.