invitation. Her hair was up. If she didn’t look so hot she’d be cute. Colby swallowed a gulp of salt water. Coughing, she ended the class a few minutes early, sending eight new surfers off on their own.
“Ready?” she asked, still gazing up and down Elizabeth’s body. She was being rude but her eyes were invisible behind the opaque lenses of her sunglasses. Elizabeth had runner’s legs, the muscles in her calves and thighs well defined. A long pale scar ran along the outside of her right leg and disappeared into the hem of her swim shorts. The pair of perfectly formed breasts that fit nicely into Colby’s hands a few days ago were hiding modestly behind the blue material, but nothing could conceal the hard nipples underneath. Her mouth began to water.
“I can’t make it.”
“You can’t?” Colby repeated Elizabeth’s statement as her heart sank.
“No, something’s come up at school. I have to take a call in half an hour and it’ll probably last at least an hour, maybe longer. I’m sorry, Colby, I really wanted to do this.”
She saw the disappointment in Elizabeth’s eyes and heard it in her voice, though it was nowhere near the level of hers. “Hey, no problem. Another time.” She acted more nonchalant than she felt. This is why she didn’t get involved, didn’t let herself. It hurt and she had hurt enough. “I’m around most every afternoon.” She was intentionally noncommittal.
A flash of something crossed Elizabeth’s face before she covered it with her own false indifference. “Yeah, another time.” It looked to Colby like she wanted to say more, but she didn’t. Instead she simply said, “See you later,” and walked away.
You are going to hell, Elizabeth Grace Collins, she said to herself. Nothing was going on at school that necessitated a phone call, at least not that she knew of. She was a coward, plain and simple. Afraid of spending more time with Colby.
Being with Colby turned her mind to mush and her body on fire. From the moment she saw her in the water a connection, a hum had started inside her.
She knew hundreds of women of all shapes, sizes, backgrounds, educational levels, and professions. She appreciated the beauty of all women, but the especially stunningly hot ones like Colby definitely caught her attention. Unlike some of her friends, she had never been attracted to any woman who wasn’t a lesbian. She seemed to have a definite on off switch, not one with a dimmer.p>
Her interest in Colby was very different, and she had spent the better part of the morning thinking about it. Actually, she had spent most of the night as well. And it troubled her. She’d thought she was in love a few times, and in lust a few more than that. But she couldn’t put her mind around why Colby so intrigued, allured, and captivated her. Colby was stunning, her hair as black as night, every move graceful, her skin kissed by the sun. But those eyes, the color of coal, told a different story. A very different story.
She detected sadness in them. Colby rarely let it show, hiding behind flirtatious banter and teasing innuendos. But she had seen it once or twice and it had touched her deeply. She imagined a myriad of possible causes. The scenarios were endless, as were the players. But the last thing she needed was to get involved with anyone, especially a local. She was here to relax, research, and write, not get dragged into someone else’s drama.
She had more than her share of problems, dilemmas, and serious issues. The board was crawling all over her about the budget, the tenure committee was kicking her ass about the discipline she had doled out to a professor regarding a Saturday-night drunk, and if her friends didn’t stop nagging her to get laid she’d tell them to get fucked themselves.
As the sun was lifting itself over the horizon she had made a decision and spent all morning convincing herself it was the right one. Why were all the right decisions the most difficult?
“Ready?” she asked, still gazing up and down Elizabeth’s body. She was being rude but her eyes were invisible behind the opaque lenses of her sunglasses. Elizabeth had runner’s legs, the muscles in her calves and thighs well defined. A long pale scar ran along the outside of her right leg and disappeared into the hem of her swim shorts. The pair of perfectly formed breasts that fit nicely into Colby’s hands a few days ago were hiding modestly behind the blue material, but nothing could conceal the hard nipples underneath. Her mouth began to water.
“I can’t make it.”
“You can’t?” Colby repeated Elizabeth’s statement as her heart sank.
“No, something’s come up at school. I have to take a call in half an hour and it’ll probably last at least an hour, maybe longer. I’m sorry, Colby, I really wanted to do this.”
She saw the disappointment in Elizabeth’s eyes and heard it in her voice, though it was nowhere near the level of hers. “Hey, no problem. Another time.” She acted more nonchalant than she felt. This is why she didn’t get involved, didn’t let herself. It hurt and she had hurt enough. “I’m around most every afternoon.” She was intentionally noncommittal.
A flash of something crossed Elizabeth’s face before she covered it with her own false indifference. “Yeah, another time.” It looked to Colby like she wanted to say more, but she didn’t. Instead she simply said, “See you later,” and walked away.
You are going to hell, Elizabeth Grace Collins, she said to herself. Nothing was going on at school that necessitated a phone call, at least not that she knew of. She was a coward, plain and simple. Afraid of spending more time with Colby.
Being with Colby turned her mind to mush and her body on fire. From the moment she saw her in the water a connection, a hum had started inside her.
She knew hundreds of women of all shapes, sizes, backgrounds, educational levels, and professions. She appreciated the beauty of all women, but the especially stunningly hot ones like Colby definitely caught her attention. Unlike some of her friends, she had never been attracted to any woman who wasn’t a lesbian. She seemed to have a definite on off switch, not one with a dimmer.p>
Her interest in Colby was very different, and she had spent the better part of the morning thinking about it. Actually, she had spent most of the night as well. And it troubled her. She’d thought she was in love a few times, and in lust a few more than that. But she couldn’t put her mind around why Colby so intrigued, allured, and captivated her. Colby was stunning, her hair as black as night, every move graceful, her skin kissed by the sun. But those eyes, the color of coal, told a different story. A very different story.
She detected sadness in them. Colby rarely let it show, hiding behind flirtatious banter and teasing innuendos. But she had seen it once or twice and it had touched her deeply. She imagined a myriad of possible causes. The scenarios were endless, as were the players. But the last thing she needed was to get involved with anyone, especially a local. She was here to relax, research, and write, not get dragged into someone else’s drama.
She had more than her share of problems, dilemmas, and serious issues. The board was crawling all over her about the budget, the tenure committee was kicking her ass about the discipline she had doled out to a professor regarding a Saturday-night drunk, and if her friends didn’t stop nagging her to get laid she’d tell them to get fucked themselves.
As the sun was lifting itself over the horizon she had made a decision and spent all morning convincing herself it was the right one. Why were all the right decisions the most difficult?
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