"Mind if I join you under the umbrella?"

“Hey Danielle, I know it’s kind of ridiculous, but I left the house in such a huff that I forgot to bring an umbrella. I don’t want to get sunburned, but I’m not ready to head home either. Can I join you under your umbrella?” Wren asks hopefully.

“Umm… yeah, sure, I guess so. I have to admit it’s been nice talking to you and I’d hate for you to have to leave. It’ll be a tight squeeze to get us both in the shade, but we’ll manage.”

You roll on your side and curl up a little bit to make room in the shade for Wren, who stand up and adjusts her towel over to the shade. She curls up on her side mirroring you so that you’re both just barely tucked in to the circular shade of the big sun umbrella. Your knees touch in the middle of the circle, and your fingers are just an inch apart at the apex of the circle.

“God, you’re really gorgeous. I mean, I know I’m no slouch, but I can’t imagine why Mark would have wanted to leave you…”

“Well, Wren, you see, the truth is that he probably left me because I never put out, and because I used to get him to do things for me by dangling the possibility of sex in his face…" After you say this, Wren just sort of stares at you blankly for a few seconds before you both burst out laughing.

“Why do you think he started cheating on you, then?” you ask, still laughing at yourself.

“Probably because he found out that I was leaving band practice early to go make out with the girl who plays the drums…” This finally leaves you both laughing uncontrollably. By the time you’re both done laughing, any animosity the two of you felt towards each other seemed to have faded completely.

You both lie there for another hour or so before you feel Wren hand run down your arm.

“You know, as long as we’re lying here naked, we could put a distinct damper on Mark’s day. Here, take out your cell phone,” Wren held out her hand and you didn’t have to be a genius to understand what she had in mind.

You grabbed your cell phone camera and pointed it at Wren, who turned on to her stomach so that she wasn’t too exposed. Initially, the picture of Wren coming from your phone would just confuse him. So a minute after you sent it, Wren grabbed her phone, and took a picture waist up picture of you lying on your back with your arm over your breasts.

“That’s a start, now to really show him what he’s screwed up…” Wren says, and as she says it, she slides over towards you and reaches across you to pull you up on to your side.

Wren pulled herself towards you until your breasts were pressed up against hers. She holds her camera up above the two of you, and just as she seems to have the camera lined up, she leans in to you and gives you a firm kiss on the mouth just as you here the click of the camera.

“How about one more picture,” you say, and as you say it, you roll Wren on to her back and let yourself slide down her body until you’re staring at her shorn snatch. “Go ahead and take a picture of me between your legs.”

“Well, I think the effect would be an awful lot more convincing if you did something while you were down there, but…” Wren teased and then snapped a picture as you raise your middle finger. “Was that for my little comment or for Mark?”

"A little bit of both, I guess," you say with a pouty face, you crawl back up so that you're looming over Wren. "Well, what now?"