SHE burst into the room like a tornado wreaking havoc. My eyes shoot up towards the door at the stranger standing there panting as if she had just run a marathon. She lifts her shirt to wipe her face exposing the taut skin of her tan stomach. I don't mean to stare, but she pulled it up enough that I could see a little of her breast peeking out. I turn away and look back down at the book I was reading. It's balanced on my leg as I sit cross legged on the large queen size bed.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Are you Kat?"

I glance back up at her, finally seeing her face. She combs a hand through her soft hazelnut brown hair, and it falls in a perfect wave along her flushed cheek.

"Oh," I say. I realize that it's the girl I'll be rooming with this summer. "Your Anna."

"That's me. Sorry for the entrance. I swear there was a bee chasing me."

"I told Pat to stop leaving the front door open. Guess he'll never listen."

Her laughter fills the room and the sweet melodic sound makes my heart beat a little faster.

"Thank you for allowing me to crash with you. And I'm uh- sorry about your breakup."

My lungs deflate. Pat told her. This summer was supposed to be awesome. With one more year of college left we decided to spend the summer at our friend Sally's beach house. My boyfriend Oliver was supposed to come with me, but two days ago he told me it wasn't working between us. It was unexpected and I'm still in the heartbroken stage.

"Wow. Don't mind me, I can be a bit over the top."

"No. It's okay. I'm sorry it's only one bed, but I.."

She flops beside me on the bed, and grins. Resting her hand on top of my bare thigh, she squeezes. Her hands are smooth and warm. The mere touch causes me to shiver. I swallow hard trying to mask whatever the feeling is.

"One bed isn't a problem for me. Um- I like women by the way. Is that okay?" She checks her nails on her free hand, smiling as she flicks away the black polish.

Her hand grips tighter and I should be uncomfortable, but there's something calming about her touch.

"Of course it's okay. Pat already told me. He also said that you've been traveling the world."

She lays back with a dreamy look in her chocolate brown eyes. "Oh, it was the best time of my life. England, Ireland, Germany, and Japan. God Japan is so fucking cool. Like there was this one time a bunch of anime characters came marching down the street."

I laugh. "That's awesome, although probably a little scary too."

She laughs again and my heart skips a weird beat.

"It was like a horror movie. Ah. But it was so cool."

She rests her head against the wooden headboard and smiles.

"I don't know much about you though, only that you just had a breakup, and you're getting your degree in creative writing with Pat."

"That's me in a nutshell."

She releases her hand from my leg and the spot suddenly goes cold. There's a strange part of me that wants it back there. That's probably me being clingy, and needing comfort after my relationship went up in flames. I shake off the thought and glance back up at her.

The door bursts open again, this time it's Pat wheezing, and dragging two large black suitcases behind him.

"Ah, thanks my man."

She hops up from the bed as Pat drags himself across the room and onto the bed. His eyebrow raises at me with a questioning look. My face feels hot, and I'm sure it's tomato red. I shake my head.

Pat and I met freshman year and have been inseparable since. He's cute with his dirty beach blonde hair flipped up in the front, and his engaging blue eyes that the ladies faint over. Sure I find him insanely attractive, but our relationship was platonic from the start.

She unzips her suitcase and pulls out her bathing suit.

"All boys out, I'm getting changed for a dip."

Patrick pouts playfully as she lifts him up off the bed shooing him out. Once he's gone she turns back. "Do you mind if I change?'

I shrug, afraid to speak. I try not to look as she lifts her shirt up again exposing her sun kissed stomach again. She's not wearing a bra so from this angle I get a side boob shot. I tell my eyes to look at the book, but then she shimmies down her denim shorts and I can't help my wandering eyes.

"Are you coming swimming?" She asks, like it's no big deal.

"I uh- I. Yeah I'll be down in a few."

"Great!" She smiles and retreats from the room.

It takes me a few minutes to get my mind to stop reeling from what just happened. Pat said she was a little outgoing but this is a whole other level. I stand and begin to take off my clothing, as I throw my shirt to the floor, the door opens and she waltzes back in.

Her eyes land on my almost non-existent breasts. She smirks. I find myself self-consciously covering my chest. It's like the school locker room all over again.

"Try this bathing suit."

She kneels down into her suitcase and this time I look away. Her bathing suit bottoms literally have no ass, it's like a thong. She lifts up and pulls out a stunning one piece black swimsuit with a skirt bottom.

"Go ahead, try it on."

There's no use hiding so I take a deep breath and put it on. She turns to face the wall while I get dressed, but every few seconds I swear she peeks. I'm in awe of how nice the suit fits. It somehow gives my small B cup breast a C cup look.

"Perfect." She grins, grabs her towel, then my hand.

I don't have a chance to protest as she tugs me out of the room.

***

After a good swim I take a break on a small chair Patrick has set up for us. The beach is small and private. I love how we don't have to deal with anyone else the entire summer. Minus the people that are currently occupying the houses on either side of us.

Anna is still in the water walking through the waves as if it's nothing. Sally is out there too. From here I catch her crazy blonde bun swirled on top of her head.

Seagulls caw above and the sun beats down over the top of the red umbrella covering the three chairs. I reach down into my bag and start to pull out the lotion when Patrick comes and plops down next to me. I squint over at him. He's in his blue bathing suit shorts and smells of suntan lotion.

"So, what do you think?"

"Of the house?"

He glances over at me and raises a brow.

"Oh, Anna. She's uh- she's cool."

My face grows warm, and he chuckles. I reach over and shove him playfully, then continue to rummage through the bag in front of me to find some of my own lotion. I pull it out and squirt some into my hands lathering my face, my chest, and legs. I reach up to grab my back as Anna comes trotting up the beach.

"Oh, hey. Let me give you a hand." She reaches out for the sunblock.

I sneak a quick peek over at Patrick. His eyes are closed tight, but there's a smirk on his face. I'll have to remind myself to kick his ass later. Before I can give her the bottle she grabs it from me and settles behind my chair. She pushes my hair off to the side so that it lays it against my shoulder. I close my eyes. Her light touch is soothing as her nails gently skim the skin of my neck.

She shakes the bottle then squirts the lotion into her hands. Both of them clamp down on my shoulders and she starts to rub it in like a massage. I have to suppress a moan. I close my eyes and allow her to apply the sunscreen to my back. She digs her thumbs in like a massage. God that feels good. Beside me Patrick stirs and let's out a chuckle. Now I'll definitely kick his ass later.

"There," she says, her lips grazing my ear. I jump at the proximity of them. "All finished. Do me?" she questions.

Awestruck, I stare at her, nodding slowly. Is she flirting with me?

The chair I'm on is one of those long lounge ones, so she plops herself down in front of me. I scoot forward letting my legs dangle from both sides. She shifts her own hair and hands me the lotion. My hands shake as I squeeze the bottle, then gently place them on her shoulders. She doesn't hold back her moans as I rub it into her wonderful soft skin. It's just as soft as her hands.

When I finish her back she spins around and lowers the straps over her bright neon green bathing suit. I swallow hard, my pulse racing with every touch. I start lathering the lotion on her chest and she shimmies the top down a little further exposing the tops of her breasts. I'm afraid to go any lower, so I don't. She grabs some of the lotion and rubs it into her face and legs. Thank god she doesn't ask me to do those. I squirm in my seat as she stands. I've only ever been with one other girl and that was in high school. When I met Oliver I fell in love and never looked back, but now I'm starting to question everything all over again.

"Patty, come swimming. You too Kat."

"Oh, I'm exhausted, I don't think I should."

She doesn't take no for an answer and reaches for both of us. Patrick looks over at me with a grin and shrugs. Anna turns and I take that moment to throw Patrick the bird. He chuckles then leans over. "You look a little flushed there."

"Is that why you invited her? So you could set us up?"

He shakes his head. "Me? No way." Then jogs down the beach towards her. He picks up Anna and she squeals for him to let her go. She's kicking her legs and he nearly drops her. I watch them and laugh while shaking my head. When he lets her down she turns to me and waves me over.

I run down the beach towards them and when I splash into the water she reaches for me and takes my hand. Patrick takes the other and he leans in as she's distracted by an incoming wave. "I just want you to be happy."

I lean over and whisper into his ear. "I'm happy just being here with you."

He smiles and says, "I know I am too, but you deserve a summer of fun."

"And hooking me up with someone is your definition of fun?" The wave crashes into our legs, splashing up at our faces. She's still holding on.

"Look at her, Kat, she's perfect for some summer fun."