I smashed the confirm button a little harder than was necessary, and when I did, her page came up. It looked like she had wiped months of statuses off her timeline, the most recent one being from a year ago. Probably erasing every last vestige of her ex and the preparations for her wedding was my guess. I didn’t blame her. If I went through a breakup like that, I would have nuclear bombed every reference to that person that existed within twenty feet of me at all times, much less scrubbing pictures and lovey-dovey status updates about upcoming nuptials.
Curiosity got the best of me, and I clicked the link to her photos. Her profile picture was just a close-up on her gorgeous green eyes, and while it was enamoring to look at, I wanted to see what else she had up. Despite the fact that all the references to her wedding had been removed, several pictures remained from what looked like a bachelorette party. Some of the photos had been sized to cut off what I assumed to be a sash, but the princess crown she was wearing in them seemed to have “bride” written across it in shiny fake diamonds, though it was hard to make out.
One of the photos in particular had her dancing on a dance floor in a dark club, several of her other friends nearby with her in the center. She had both arms above her head, bent at the elbow, and her knees bent, too. The picture was from the side, and her plump, perfectly round ass was prominent in the shot, as was the low dipping neckline of her dress. Her eyes were open, but not wide, as if she had them closed just a moment before the snap.
She was absolutely gorgeous, and my cock twitched in my boxers. I adjusted myself, trying not to let myself think that was why I was looking at her photos, but not clicking away from her page, either. I scrolled through several, landing on one from over a year ago. Her hair had grown longer between that photo and her wedding, and she apparently cut it back to that length again right before her bachelorette party. It framed her face on either side, the blonde color bright in the sunlight.
She was smiling, and the smile suggested more than just happiness. There was a sexiness to it. As if she wanted to come right through the camera and party with the person on the other end. My mind raced to the sight of her biting her bottom lip, and my stomach clenched again. Even though I knew it was wrong to continue ogling her pictures, I kept scrolling, noting shots that showed off her incredible curves or the sly smile she had that screamed of equal parts cuteness and white-hot sex.
A particular picture, with her eyes closed as she jumped in the air, her knees bent so her feet were completely off the ground and under her ass, caught my eye. She was at the beach, and I could see one of her friends in the background, but she was clearly the star of the photo. She was wearing an American Flag–style bikini, and the high waist indicated that the backside of it was very revealing.
Her breasts nearly tumbled out of the top in midair, and I longed for a video of that jump. Or just more pictures. Alas, it was the only one from the beach, and I shook my head, trying to get myself out of the place I had allowed my mind to slip to. This was Becca Watson, my best friend’s sister. She was out of bounds, by all rights, and Nick would kill me on a normal day for thinking this way about her, much less just weeks after she was stood up at her wedding.
I closed the app on my phone and put it on the charger. I needed to just get to bed and chalk all this up to being a little tipsy, clouding my judgment. Yet as I closed my eyes, the only thing I could think about was how insane it was that someone would be so stupid to let her go.
8
Becca
“Are you okay, honey?” Mom asked as she came out on the front porch where I was sitting on the swing.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Why?” I asked.
She shrugged. “Just checking on you.”
My father popped his head out of the door. “There you are. I’ve been looking all over for you.”
“I’m literally on the front porch,” I said. “It’s not like I went very far.”
He laughed even though the comment really wasn’t that funny. There was something strange going on between the two of them and it put me a little on guard.
“Are you hungry? Can I make you a snack?” Mom asked.