#suggesttive

The baker's eyes were shut, hands extended to hold his friends clothing. It was no secret to Beth hated clothes, especially in the Arizona heat. They just made things so restrictive and added to the already sweltering and dry desert heat. So any opportunity to shred some layers, she would take it.

Finding a pool at this time was always hard, thanks to school being out and every family desiring even the briefest of escapes from the heat. If anything, the number of people filling the chlorophyll waters would just make it that much hotter.

Thankfully, these two had other options. A witch and rokea, blessed with the ability to walk between both worlds. Something that came in handy for moments like this. If there wasn't a pool to go to, there were more solitary alternatives. Through word of mouth of the local undead, the duo was able to find a spot just outside of Sedona.

"You can open those eyes of yours, ya know."

Feeling the familiar weight of Beth's outfit in his arms made him open his eyes.

"...!!!"

It would be a good idea to mention that the baker had seen Elizabeth Irene Riley in a swimsuit many times before. Childhood parties and swimming lessons. But there was something different about their swim.

Those brown hues glanced over his friend's figure, taking note of every detail. Even before the baker hit puberty, he thought Beth was more beautiful than any painting in MoMa. Those freckles sprinkled along her cheeks never failed to make him smile. That trademark red hue filled his cheeks at even the slightest glimpse of those sharp teeth of hers, hands unknowingly rubbing his lips. His eyes trailed down, thoughts filled with what hid under that bikini top.

But watching Beth dive into the crystal clear water made that blush grow. It was no secret that the baker was drawn to a nice pair of hips and a very nice backside. Admittedly, seeing Beth dance through the years always made him nervous. Ya, don't wanna get caught staring at your best friend's rear (though she didn't mind getting a good look at his).

"Are ya just gonna look or are ya gonna dive in?" Beth called from the water, sending a small splash his way.

"Hmm, looks fun." Chris chuckled as he slipped off his flip-flops, dipping his feet into the cool sensation.

The baker stared at his reflection. Boy does time fly. It wasn't that long ago that Chris was described by Jess as 'my tall string bean brother!'. Thanks to taking on more physical labor at the bakery, his arms began to fill out. Combien that with some workouts from his aunt and uncle and the baker grew into the beefy individual you saw today.