As Sam and I followed Ali and Sandy into the Surf Shop it dawned on me that I had inadvertently brought together a blonde, a brunette, and a redhead. The more I thought about, I realized that the three women represented a Neapolitan of traits. Going from tallest to shortest it went Sandy, Sam, then Ali. Going from bustiest to flattest it went Sandy, Ali, then Sam. Going from most to least athletic it went Sam, Sandy, then Ali. Best ass went Sam, Ali, then Sandy. Tiniest waist went, Ali, Sam, Sandy... And so on. It was, in a way, fascinating for me to see three different women who seemed to create a spectrum of traits.
Once inside the store the four of us made our way to the women’s section. “Okay so how is this going to work?” Sandy asked as the four of us formed a small circle.
“Yeah Pete. How do you want to pick out our bikinis?” Ali asked as she placed her hand on my arm. Her touch almost gave me chills. “Pete, keep your god damn mind in check.” I thought to myself as I tried to focus.
“Um... how about we all split up and pick out things. Then you two can try them on and model them for Sam and I.” I figured this would give me a chance to get my head straight.
“Sounds good to me.” Sam said.
“Okay!” Sandy said as Ali gave me an agreeing nod. The four of us fanned out into the women’s section of the store to look for bikinis for Ali and Sandy. As we all wandered about the store, I caught all three women stealing glances at me.
“So how do you know Sam?” Sandy asked, from the other side of the rack I was looking at.
“O umm....” I paused trying to think of a good explanation.