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Chelsea sighed and slipped her fingers beneath her sunglasses and rubbed at her now closed eyes until a myriad of coloured spots danced in the self-imposed darkness. She had been reading for a college essay all morning and she was bored.

In front of her was a tuft of grass and she plucked at a strand and wound it around one finger. Beyond that was the cliff's edge and a more or less sheer drop to the sea, but she had to lift her head and crane her neck to see it.

"I'm bored," she said, lazily stretching out her long, tanned legs.

"Uh-huh," her friend Candida said distantly, as she turned another page of her own book.

Then Candida did a double-take and scornfully glanced up at Chelsea, who was making a moustache with her shaggy blonde locks by trapping her hair between her nose and an exaggerated pout.

"If the boys could see you now." Candida sighed, "The cutest girl in school... If I only had half your looks."

"Oh, I don't know, you turn enough heads," Chelsea said pointedly as she dropped the hair and idly turned back a corner of the page on her book. "I wish I had your brown eyes instead of boring blue."

"Boys don't look at a girl's eyes," Candida snorted, running her eyes over the ample hump formed by Chelsea's bottom under the thin cotton dress.

Chelsea dipped her chin and pulled out the front of her dress to examine her cleavage. "You don't do so badly there either," Chelsea said, looking back and forth to compare her bust with her friend's.

"I was thinking more of the other end," Candida said ruefully.

"Oh come on, your small round buns are high and tight. I just have a big behind." Chelsea switched her view to the one over her shoulder.

It was true that Candida's best asset was more easily obscured by her clothes, a subtlety lost on most boys, but it wasn't always so well hidden. Then Chelsea remembered something and a smile played about her lips.

"Quite a few boys were keen on your tail last summer," she said carefully, her mouth struggling with a smirk. "You know, at the barbecue when you went for a swim rather than watch the sausages on the..."

"Yes well..." Candida cut her off with a blush.

"I mean once your mom had done spanking your bare bottom in front of everyone, the boys were all rather keen," Chelsea persisted, "especially when you were made to stand in the corner of the yard for most of the afternoon."

"Chelsea," Candida snapped, punching Chelsea's arm.

Chelsea rolled over, laughing, and took in the great expanse of sky above them and the huge rolling white clouds against the blue.

Candida glowered at the unseen words on the pages in front of her and fought against the blush that refused to die. She had never been so humiliated, although barely anyone gave it a thought now.