in her pants.
“So, did you get my message last night?” he asks.
“Um, I think I did. I didn’t have my cell with me and I got home pretty late and there were, like, ten of them to listen to.” Her voice is lazy, unconcerned. I wonder if I’ll ever get to act like I don’t like a boy I do like and who likes me back.
“I really miss you,” he says in an even quieter voice. “I was hoping we could play tennis today,” he continues when she doesn’t say anything.
I feel movement beside me. She sits up. “Bummer, I didn’t bring my racket,” she says, then adds, “But I’m soooo thirsty. I’d love it if you got me another Diet Coke.”
I’m dying to see the look on his face, and I can feel the other girls waiting for his reply. I lift my lids just a fraction so I can get a read on where the other boys are standing. I know vaguely that their ability to hear this conversation will weigh into his decision to comply. I do a full scan of the deck. None of the other guys could have heard Annie’s request.
JKIII is silent for a minute. Annie, his prize, shimmers just out of reach, attainable only with his total submission in getting the Diet Coke. More clouds bunch in the sky while he weighs and considers. I already know what he will do.
“I’m totally parched,” he announces getting to his feet. “Can I get any of you ladies anything?”
I open my eyes fully now and sit up. My “No, thanks” slides out of my throat, skipping up to him over Annie’s face, which is beaming in a smile of the purest pleasure.
I pour more lotion into my hands because I want to look busy and not like I’m waiting for somebody to say something. Out of the corner of my eye I see Andrew walk over to our towels. I want to quickly lie back down and close my eyes so I can be lazy and disinterested if he says anything to me because of his kiss with Eva last night, but it’s too late. He already saw my eyes looking at his.
When he stops in front of my towel and says, “Morning, Senator,” I can’t help but smile and say, “Hey.”
I can’t see Eva’s face, but a bottle of lotion comes flying from her towel right at his chest. He catches it. “You’re blocking my sun,” she says to him.
He barely looks at her and just says, “Sorry,” then drops down at the end of my towel. “You going to Mulholland tonight?” he asks me.
I have no clue how to flip my hair so I just shrug and keep my voice as Annie-like as possible. “Maybe.”
He looks frustrated, like he thought I was going to say something smart like I did the other day and instead I acted all girly. I’m totally confused so now I say in my normal voice, “Probably.”
“Good,” he says and does a friendly squeeze of my big toe like you would on a baby’s cheek. “I’ll see you there. I’m going to get my cast off right now.”
He stands up and ambles off. My toe soars to the clouds, taking me with it, when Annie’s voice cuts like diamonds, “ Who is that?”
I turn to look in the direction she’s looking. Two girls have come up the deck. One is not much taller than I am, sort of plain with long, dusty red hair. The other girl is as tall as Annie, and she is a dark goddess of unparalleled curves and bounty. They walk to our end of the sundeck and I can’t take my eyes off of her breasts, which are winged and wide and fill up the front of her one-piece bathing suit in such an effulgence of fertility, I expect drums to be beaten and every male in the club to leap forward in worship.
No one in our group speaks. Annie looks like a shotgun went off in her face. I’m wildly glad Andrew isn’t here. I hear Matt whisper, “Holy crap,” and Emily looks like he slapped her.
The girls put down their towels. The redhead lies down first on her stomach and unhooks her top. Everyone is silent as the goddess leans over her friend’s back and pours lotion into small white pools. A groan escapes Matt when she starts to rub in the lotion in smooth, round
“So, did you get my message last night?” he asks.
“Um, I think I did. I didn’t have my cell with me and I got home pretty late and there were, like, ten of them to listen to.” Her voice is lazy, unconcerned. I wonder if I’ll ever get to act like I don’t like a boy I do like and who likes me back.
“I really miss you,” he says in an even quieter voice. “I was hoping we could play tennis today,” he continues when she doesn’t say anything.
I feel movement beside me. She sits up. “Bummer, I didn’t bring my racket,” she says, then adds, “But I’m soooo thirsty. I’d love it if you got me another Diet Coke.”
I’m dying to see the look on his face, and I can feel the other girls waiting for his reply. I lift my lids just a fraction so I can get a read on where the other boys are standing. I know vaguely that their ability to hear this conversation will weigh into his decision to comply. I do a full scan of the deck. None of the other guys could have heard Annie’s request.
JKIII is silent for a minute. Annie, his prize, shimmers just out of reach, attainable only with his total submission in getting the Diet Coke. More clouds bunch in the sky while he weighs and considers. I already know what he will do.
“I’m totally parched,” he announces getting to his feet. “Can I get any of you ladies anything?”
I open my eyes fully now and sit up. My “No, thanks” slides out of my throat, skipping up to him over Annie’s face, which is beaming in a smile of the purest pleasure.
I pour more lotion into my hands because I want to look busy and not like I’m waiting for somebody to say something. Out of the corner of my eye I see Andrew walk over to our towels. I want to quickly lie back down and close my eyes so I can be lazy and disinterested if he says anything to me because of his kiss with Eva last night, but it’s too late. He already saw my eyes looking at his.
When he stops in front of my towel and says, “Morning, Senator,” I can’t help but smile and say, “Hey.”
I can’t see Eva’s face, but a bottle of lotion comes flying from her towel right at his chest. He catches it. “You’re blocking my sun,” she says to him.
He barely looks at her and just says, “Sorry,” then drops down at the end of my towel. “You going to Mulholland tonight?” he asks me.
I have no clue how to flip my hair so I just shrug and keep my voice as Annie-like as possible. “Maybe.”
He looks frustrated, like he thought I was going to say something smart like I did the other day and instead I acted all girly. I’m totally confused so now I say in my normal voice, “Probably.”
“Good,” he says and does a friendly squeeze of my big toe like you would on a baby’s cheek. “I’ll see you there. I’m going to get my cast off right now.”
He stands up and ambles off. My toe soars to the clouds, taking me with it, when Annie’s voice cuts like diamonds, “ Who is that?”
I turn to look in the direction she’s looking. Two girls have come up the deck. One is not much taller than I am, sort of plain with long, dusty red hair. The other girl is as tall as Annie, and she is a dark goddess of unparalleled curves and bounty. They walk to our end of the sundeck and I can’t take my eyes off of her breasts, which are winged and wide and fill up the front of her one-piece bathing suit in such an effulgence of fertility, I expect drums to be beaten and every male in the club to leap forward in worship.
No one in our group speaks. Annie looks like a shotgun went off in her face. I’m wildly glad Andrew isn’t here. I hear Matt whisper, “Holy crap,” and Emily looks like he slapped her.
The girls put down their towels. The redhead lies down first on her stomach and unhooks her top. Everyone is silent as the goddess leans over her friend’s back and pours lotion into small white pools. A groan escapes Matt when she starts to rub in the lotion in smooth, round
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