Atlantic Enchantment

I was drunk and I needed to *pee.* So did my new best friend, Saralynn. We had been dancing at the club and we were both sweating like crazy.

The bathroom line was long, but Saralynn said she could flash people if they didn't move out of our way quickly enough. She told me that if she flashed a guy in front of her that he'd probably let us skip the line. I was skeptical.

"Sometimes," she said, "you have to be a little mean."

I stared at her as if she were crazy. "You have to be kidding me."

She smiled devilishly and then rolled up one arm of her shirt to show off her perfect breasts. They were round and perky and they looked like they belonged on a teen idol poster or something. I was jealous. My breasts are more square-shaped, but they are still pretty full for my size frame.

"Just try it," she said. "Nobody will know unless you tell them."

I rolled my eyes, but decided to give it a shot anyway. I unbuttoned my shirt all the way down to my stomach and then adjusted my bra so that my breasts were pushed together into one big mass.

Saralynn laughed. "Oh my God, you're adorable!" She turned around and sucked in some air through her teeth in order to whistle loudly. The entire bathroom line moved out of our way immediately.

We walked right up to the counter where there was just one woman washing her hands next to an open stall door with nobody inside it. She looked at us while she dried off her hands and smiled kind of shitty at first glance because we were cutting the line, but when she saw that Saralynn's shirt was rolled up and saw how much cleavage she had on display, her face changed immediately from annoyed to impressed and envious. Saralynn smiled back at her as if to say "thanks," and then we entered the stall together and locked the door behind us.

A few minutes later we exited the bathroom holding hands like best friends do after hanging out for hours at a party together when suddenly you realize that you don't want to part ways just yet so you grab each others' hand instead of giving each other hugs or whatever people who aren't best friends do with each other when they know each other for only a few hours but want to kiss each other anyways because their lips just seem perfect for kissing as soon as possible even though you don't really know each other too well yet (that's what we did). We walked back toward the club area and stopped in front of some tall metal gates that surrounded a big courtyard-like area with benches inside it where people could sit and enjoy not being inside the loud club without having to leave the party altogether, but they couldn't hear or see anything going on inside so it wasn't like they were missing anything really important or anything like that (at least that's what I thought).