Amy
“Come on!” Jessica yells. “Hurry up! While it's still sunny outside!”
“I'm coming! I'm coming!” I yell back through my bedroom door. “Thirty seconds and I'll be out!”
I rifle through the top drawer of my dresser looking for a bathing suit I haven't already worn this week. Every day has been over ninety degrees and going for a dip is the only way to cool off. It isn't like we're going to the beach, a party, or anything like that. Jessica and I are gonna go for a swim in her in-ground pool. I shouldn't care about what I'm wearing, but I do – I want to look good in case her dad, Scott, is home.
“It's been more than thirty seconds, Amy, and I'm sweating my tits off. I'll be in the pool. Just come over whenever you're done doing whatever the hell it is you're doing in there.”
“Okay,” I reply, but don't know if Jessica hears me: I can already hear her walking down the stairs. “I'll be over in just a minute!”
Finally, I find my blue bikini with pink polka dots – my favorite. I got it four years earlier when I was a freshman in high school. It isn't the bikini itself that I like, but the way it hugs my curves. My body developed earlier than most of the other girls in school. By the time I was done with freshman year, I was fully developed. All throughout high school, I wore the same size.
I drop my shorts and pull off my tank top and bra. After checking my naked self out in the mirror for a few seconds, I throw on the bikini and examine myself, head to toe. Sure enough, my favorite swim suit still fits perfectly. I throw a towel over my shoulder, kick on my flip flops, and head next door over to Jessica's house.
She's already out in the pool. I can hear her splashing around before I get over there. The sun is directly overhead and even the short walk next door causes me to start sweating. I don't see Scott's truck in the driveway, but it could be parked in the garage.
“Jeez, finally!” Jessica says, splashing me as I walk through the gate to her backyard.
“Sorry,” I say. “I was having trouble finding a clean bathing suit to wear.”
“Uh huh. Sure you were, weirdo. You gonna jump in or are you just gonna stand there looking over your shoulder every two seconds.”
“I'm not -”
“Amy, he's not here.”
“Who's not here?”
“My dad. He's at work. The station called him this morning and asked if he'd come in for some overtime.”
“I... I wasn't... Why would you think that I...”
Laughing, Jessica says, “Relax. It's no secret that you have a little crush on my dad. You told me you did when we got shitfaced at Ted Durgen's graduation party last month, remember?”
Nope. I most certainly do not. All I remember is getting to the party, saying hi to Ted, and him handing me a bottle of Southern Comfort. Next thing I know, I'm waking up in my room with a headache that didn't go away for two days.
“Of course I remember! I was just messing with you. You actually believed me?”
“Amy, it's cool. I get it. You have nothing to be ashamed of. You never got to know your dad and mine was the closest thing to a father figure you've ever had. Any girl in that situation would develop a crush.”
“I'm glad you're not mad. See, you understand me. That's why you're my bestie!”
“If anything, I'm actually kinda happy about it. Like I told you at the party, dad's been a bit down ever since mom left. Knowing that the sexy little virgin from next door has a crush on him has to boost his self esteem.”
“He knows?”
“That you have a crush? Nah. I mean the way you treat him. The way you talk to him. Just getting attention from a young piece of ass is enough to make any older guy get a little hard. It's good for him. Just don't go fucking my dad – then I will get upset.”
“Don't worry. You know me: I'm holding out until I'm in love.”
“Uh huh. I bet you end up falling in love within the first two weeks of college.”
“I don't know. There weren't any guys in high school that I could see myself falling for. Maybe college will be different.”
“Maybe older guys are just your thing. Ever think of that? Ohhh, maybe you'll end up banging one of your professors!”
“Well, I only have one thing to say about that.”
“What?”
“Cannonball!”
SPLASH!!!
Jessica and I spend the next couple hours swimming and laying in the sun. I can't believe that I told her how I feel about her dad. Well, I obviously haven't told her exactly how I feel. Jessica thinks that it is just a crush. In reality, it's much more than that.
She is right about one thing, though: Scott was the closest thing to a father figure I've ever had. Even when I was just a little girl, he was the only grown man that I was around. I remember seeing him without a shirt on when I was still in elementary school. It was the first time I'd seen a hairy man-chest. I was too young for it to turn me on – but it definitely did something to me.
Scott was always such a great dad. He used to include me in all the fun stuff he'd do with Jessica. Looking back, he probably just felt bad for me because I didn't have a dad of my own. Whatever the reason, he's always treated me very well.
He used to take me and Jessica down to the fire station on the weekends. They had two dalmatians that were both super friendly and I loved playing with them. And even at that young age, there was something thrilling about being around so many big, muscular men. Scott's body looks like it's carved out of granite. All throughout my childhood, he was my biggest hero.
Now that I'm an adult, he's my biggest fantasy. Unfortunately, I know that he'll forever remain a fantasy. Not only is Scott my best friend's father, but he's obviously much older than me. I'm sure he thinks I'm nice and maybe even pretty. I've caught him looking at my tits and ass more times than I can count, but that's just because he's a guy. They're programmed to check out younger girls. I sincerely doubt that a guy like him would really be attracted to a girl like me, though.
We're laying out by the pool on our beach towels, chatting about this and that. I've had my eyes shut for a long time under my sunglasses. I open them, look over at Jessica and notice that she took her top off.
“You're tanning topless?” I ask.
“Yeah,” she replies. “Why not? You can, too, if you want. No one's gonna see them except me and it's not like I've never seen them before.”
I've never sunbathed topless before. I have very noticeable tan lines, which I have mixed feelings about. Sometimes, I like them. Other times, like right now, I wish they weren't there. I look around and realize that Jessica's right: no one can see us. Her backyard is surrounded by a fence and no one besides us is home.
“Okay. Yeah. I'm gonna sunbathe topless, too.”
“Good! Let those big, luscious puppies get some sun!”
We both laugh, then go back to talking. Most of the conversation is about the college boys we'll be meeting in about a month. It's still hard to believe that high school is over. It seems like just yesterday that Scott dropped Jessica and me off on the first day of our freshman year. Where does the time go?
Even though we're talking about college boys, I'm thinking about someone else. Jessica said that it's good for her dad to have someone like me being nice to him. I never really thought about it that way. It's almost as if I'm doing him a favor by flirting with him. Letting him know that he's still attractive. Maybe I should try to be even more flirtatious. I mean, Jessica said she was cool with it – as long as I don't fuck him.