The weather that summer was extremely hot. I mean, usually it'll hit around 35 or so (Celsius, that is) on a hot day, but for about two weeks in July it was topping 40. All my friends and I could do was either hang out in air-conditioned basements or head to the local pool for a dip in the mercifully cool water.
One day, I'd headed out with my friends Dave and Julie. Julie actually *liked* the heat for some strange and unknown reason, so she decided to tan on the pooldeck while Dave and I, the sane ones as we called ourselves, jumped headfirst into the deep and and got some relief from the unrelenting temperatures.
Now, I'm not that bad looking. I'm about 5'8" with dark hair and blue eyes, but my figure is, shall we say, generous. I tend to assume that I'm relegated to the friends-only zone by guys, and I don't really mind. But Julie. Julie is hot. She's about 5'6" with long, curly blonde hair and bright green eyes and her curves are all in the right places, so I wasn't really all that shocked to hear the whistles and such that greeted her bikini-clad form as she lay down to soak up the sun.
Dave is rather cute and a good friend of mine, and we were messing around in the pool when he ended up grabbing one of my tits, by accident. I asked him if he was trying to cop a feel, and he blushed so cutely that i just had to embarrass him some more.
"You know, a cute guy like you... you don't have to do it by accident. You can just ask and the girls will let you do whatever you want." I laughed at his stunned expression and dunked him under the water.
I was still laughing when he swam up between my legs and lifted me out of the water, then threw me in. I coughed and sputtered out the water I'd swallowed and then a full-scale war was on. God, it was fun... until Julie told us to stop acting like five-year-olds because she was trying to rest. Dave and I rolled our eyes at each other and swam over to the far side of the pool to chat.
We were talking about nothing in particular ... classes we'd be taking in the fall, our summer jobs, gossip about our friends, but I could tell that he wanted to say something else.
"Alright, spit it out, already," I said. Did I mention that I can be painfully blunt, sometimes?
He turned bright red and kind of stuttered a bit, eventually getting out, "D-did you... I mean... what you said before... did you um... mean it?" If it were possible for someone to die from blushing, I swear to God, Dave would have done so right then.
"What did I say before?" I asked. Yes, I'm clueless. "I say a lot of stuff, Dave, you're gonna have to narrow it down for me." I smiled at him to reassure him I wasn't teasing.
Dave took a deep breath, looked down at his hands swirling around in the water, and said, "Did you mean what you said before about me... being y'know... hot. And um... the girls doing what I asked... and stuff?"
The lightbulb went on, and I realised he must be like every guy i knew and secretly half-in-love with Julie. "Well," I said, "it would probably depend on the girl. Who did you have in mind?" And then he did the last thing in the world I would have expected.
He looked right at me and said, "You."