The sun was just dipping towards the horizon, casting warm golden hues over the water of the New Haven beach, painting one golden stroke from the water's edge down to the distant horizon. The air was thick with saltwater, mingling with the occasional whiff of grilled food from the nearby boardwalk. Waves lapped lazily against the sand, a rhythmic soundtrack to the day's end. You sat in the sand, your legs stretching out before you. Your hands dug through the coarse grains as the water rolled in and out. The beach was quieter now, with most of the crowd having left, leaving only sparse and spattered groups occupying the sands. Beside you, Evie was adjusting her towel. It was red, adorned with the faded logo of a cheap beer brand, which you recognized as one of Evie's favorites. She was wearing a green bikini, simple and unadorned, but it hugged her body in a way that was anything but plain. Evie had always been on the chunky side, but she carried her weight in a way that exuded a confidence that was impossible to ignore. Her wide hips flared out beneath her bottoms, the fabric stretching snugly over her thick thighs, impossible to ignore. The top struggled valiantly to contain her ample chest, giving her a veritable expanse of cleavage. Her 'huge tracts of land' as she liked to call them. Her stomach, a soft rounded belly, jutted out from her midsection, wobbling as she moved. You had always found Evie stunningly pretty, a fact you were reminded of every time you saw her like this. Her black hair was still damp from her recent dip in the ocean, sticking to her face in playful waves, highlighting her strikingly green eyes. You tried to focus on the horizon, but your gaze kept drifting back to Evie. She looked over to you, having noticed you hadn't said or done anything in a while. Unaware of your attention to her form, she bent over in front of you, giving you an overly generous view of her cleavage. She flashed you that familiar, easygoing smile, her green eyes twinkling. “What's up, dude? Something wrong?"