shake, more from the thought of stepping out than the actual cold. I have goose-bumps in places I didn’t even know you could get them, and while there are maybe only fifteen feet to the pool, it might as well be five hundred.
“I’m not looking, see. I’m covering my eyes,” Blake shouts back.
It’s dark. Blue light dances on the ceiling, the walls and windows. Mist reaches up off the surface. Blake is more of a shape than anything else. His body bounces up and down in the water, but with the ripples it was like looking into a broken mirror and certainly not the full-frontal peep-show I’d managed to conjure up in my mind’s eye earlier.
Dang it.
“Okay,” I shout, stepping out from behind the wall and walking towards the pool. “Don’t turn around. I mean it.”
I creep forward in little steps to the pool’s edge with my arms wrapped around my upper and lower halves just in case.
The tiles are ice cold as I pad along them. The alkaline, chemical smell is strong tonight. There is such a strong current of energy running though me I’m scared by jumping into the water I’ll electrocute myself.
Fuck it.
I give up my feeble attempt at modesty, let my arms go wide and dive head first into the water.
I surface, dragging hair out of my face and eyes.
Holy shit, I do feel free. I’m dizzy with it.
Blake turns to face me, casually bobbing over. He keeps his eyes on mine, not letting them fall below the waterline. Atta boy, not that there’s anything to be seen thanks to the play of light on the surface abstracting everything below. Even so, I keep my arms out in front of myself protectively.
“How does it feel?” he asks, breathing through the words.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I respond, everything coming out staccato from the effort of keeping myself afloat.
“You’re telling me.”
“Hang on, how do I know you’re not just wearing trunks under there?”
“How do I know you’re not wearing bottoms?”
“Because you have my word, that’s why.”
“And you have mine. Isn’t that good enough?”
This is new, being able to let go and trust someone completely. I mean, I’m naked in a college pool with womanizer most wanted. I could literally reach down and touch his dick. That says it all, doesn’t it?
“I trust you,” I reply, though it comes out weak.
“Okay then, how about I ask you one question, anything I like, then you can ask me one. Deal?”
He’s gliding around in front of me, water rising up against the hard plates of his pectorals as he does so.
I sink down in the water so only my eyes are showing, predatory.
I bob up again. “Just one.”
Blake draws his hand across the water. “What were you dreaming about last night?”
How the hell did he know I was dreaming last night? Was he watching me? Does he silently sneak into my room and have his way with me? I’d prefer to be awake, of course, but…
“You’ve got to be completely honest,” he says, as if sensing I’m preparing to strip away small truths.
I draw in a breath, smoky wisps rushing in with it. “I was dreaming about what happened with my mom.”
“That’s all you’re going to give me?”
“I can’t talk about it, sorry, not yet.”
“About what?”
But I’m not ready. “Blake…”
He puts his hands up. “Okay, okay. I won’t push.”
“My turn,” I announce.
He puts his palm out. “Continue.”
I think about it. “Have you ever been in love, truly?”
He looks up at the ceiling. “Any question and you go with that ?”
“So that’s a no?”
He looks at me, eyes obsidian in the semi-dark. “No, but that’s not to say I don’t think it’s possible. I just haven’t found the right girl.”
Until now, my head finishes.
We swim around slowly for a while, testing the waters you might say. The rain drops in intensity, but there is still a resounding hollowness to the room that makes it feel completely isolated from the outside world.
I have no doubt
“I’m not looking, see. I’m covering my eyes,” Blake shouts back.
It’s dark. Blue light dances on the ceiling, the walls and windows. Mist reaches up off the surface. Blake is more of a shape than anything else. His body bounces up and down in the water, but with the ripples it was like looking into a broken mirror and certainly not the full-frontal peep-show I’d managed to conjure up in my mind’s eye earlier.
Dang it.
“Okay,” I shout, stepping out from behind the wall and walking towards the pool. “Don’t turn around. I mean it.”
I creep forward in little steps to the pool’s edge with my arms wrapped around my upper and lower halves just in case.
The tiles are ice cold as I pad along them. The alkaline, chemical smell is strong tonight. There is such a strong current of energy running though me I’m scared by jumping into the water I’ll electrocute myself.
Fuck it.
I give up my feeble attempt at modesty, let my arms go wide and dive head first into the water.
I surface, dragging hair out of my face and eyes.
Holy shit, I do feel free. I’m dizzy with it.
Blake turns to face me, casually bobbing over. He keeps his eyes on mine, not letting them fall below the waterline. Atta boy, not that there’s anything to be seen thanks to the play of light on the surface abstracting everything below. Even so, I keep my arms out in front of myself protectively.
“How does it feel?” he asks, breathing through the words.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I respond, everything coming out staccato from the effort of keeping myself afloat.
“You’re telling me.”
“Hang on, how do I know you’re not just wearing trunks under there?”
“How do I know you’re not wearing bottoms?”
“Because you have my word, that’s why.”
“And you have mine. Isn’t that good enough?”
This is new, being able to let go and trust someone completely. I mean, I’m naked in a college pool with womanizer most wanted. I could literally reach down and touch his dick. That says it all, doesn’t it?
“I trust you,” I reply, though it comes out weak.
“Okay then, how about I ask you one question, anything I like, then you can ask me one. Deal?”
He’s gliding around in front of me, water rising up against the hard plates of his pectorals as he does so.
I sink down in the water so only my eyes are showing, predatory.
I bob up again. “Just one.”
Blake draws his hand across the water. “What were you dreaming about last night?”
How the hell did he know I was dreaming last night? Was he watching me? Does he silently sneak into my room and have his way with me? I’d prefer to be awake, of course, but…
“You’ve got to be completely honest,” he says, as if sensing I’m preparing to strip away small truths.
I draw in a breath, smoky wisps rushing in with it. “I was dreaming about what happened with my mom.”
“That’s all you’re going to give me?”
“I can’t talk about it, sorry, not yet.”
“About what?”
But I’m not ready. “Blake…”
He puts his hands up. “Okay, okay. I won’t push.”
“My turn,” I announce.
He puts his palm out. “Continue.”
I think about it. “Have you ever been in love, truly?”
He looks up at the ceiling. “Any question and you go with that ?”
“So that’s a no?”
He looks at me, eyes obsidian in the semi-dark. “No, but that’s not to say I don’t think it’s possible. I just haven’t found the right girl.”
Until now, my head finishes.
We swim around slowly for a while, testing the waters you might say. The rain drops in intensity, but there is still a resounding hollowness to the room that makes it feel completely isolated from the outside world.
I have no doubt
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