The Revelations by Alex Preston Page A

stepped into the small room that smelt of pencil wood and sweat. It was warmer than the rest of the hall. He pulled the glass door shut behind him and looked through it to the pool, whose surface was now quite still. He sat down on the lower of the two benches that lined the back wall. Mouse was perched above him and reached down for the cigarette lighter. It was almost entirely dark inside the sauna and the sudden flaming of the lighter hurt Marcus’s eyes. Soon the small room was filled with the warm, woody smell of dope.
    After a while, Marcus stood up to clear his head. A smile was strung out across his face. Mouse was leaning back against the wooden wall, his eyes closed, the last of the joint burning down between his fingers. Marcus retrieved the stub, took a long drag and then extinguished it in the dregs of the champagne bottle.
    ‘I’m going to miss that,’ he said, his words coming out very slowly.
    ‘I’m going to miss you.’ Mouse’s voice was suddenly very serious and Marcus felt the smile fade from his lips. He could only just make out his friend in the darkness and sat clumsily down beside him. He put an arm around Mouse’s shoulders and tried to find words suitable for the moment.
    ‘You’re a good friend. The best I’ve got.’
    There was a noise in the pool outside. Marcus lifted his arm from around Mouse and crossed to the glass door of the sauna. In the dim blue glow of the pool, he could see someone swimming. The long white body barely ruffled the water as it moved through it. A length underwater, then a length of graceful breaststroke, then a fluid and powerful crawl.
    ‘Mouse, come and look.’
    Mouse rose and pressed himself alongside his friend.
    ‘It’s Lee,’ he said.
    The swimmer moved to the steps at the edge of the pool and rose slowly from the water. It was the dimmest corner of the pool, but Marcus could see that Mouse was right. Water fell from Lee’s skinny naked body as she walked along the tiles beside the pool. Standing for a moment, her arms raised up, stretching her skin tightly over accordion ribs, nipples flattening across high breasts, she took a deep breath and dived back in. In a strange way, Marcus thought she seemed to know that she was being watched. She deliberately swam over the underwater lights so that her body was a dark silhouette, barely bulging at the buttocks, moving quickly as her legs began to froth the water. She was pushing herself faster and faster, as if racing against herself or attempting to work out some hidden rage. Finally, she stopped in the shallow end, standing up in the corner nearest to where Marcus and Mouse were watching her. The water lapped just below her waist; the dip of each wave revealed the small damp tangle of her pussy. She stretched her arms up again and then lay back in the water, her hips pushed upwards, her legs and arms gently paddling to keep her afloat.
    Marcus had been so focused on Lee, on trying to sear the image of her onto his mind, that he hadn’t noticed Mouse. Half-turned away from him, his face pressed to the glass, Mouse’s body trembled every so often. One of Mouse’s hands had disappeared into the front of his grey trousers. Marcus was about to say something, but then Lee began to swim again, this time backstroke. She swam slowly, her white body held high, the water cascading over her stomach and chest. Marcus, ignoring his embarrassment, unzipped his flies and drew out his cock. He saw Mouse look over at him, and could just make out an encouraging smile on his friend’s lips. With their faces close together, looking out through the glass and breathing heavily, they lost themselves in the image of the girl cutting through the water. Marcus came first, shooting out a white gobbet that landed with a splut on the glass door. Mouse followed almost immediately afterwards, letting out a half-sigh as he pulled himself off. Marcus watched his friend’s face twist and then relax in the dim light. They were both