A splash of slightly chlorinated water splashed on his face. She wrinkled her eyes before rubbing them to prevent the irritation from continuing. Naya gave a black look to the boy who had just made a bomb in the pool, copiously spraying several innocent bystanders all around.
Naya did not like municipal swimming pools. But the intense heat of that scorching year had made him decide to swap his fan and the sticky seat at his desk for a two-piece swimming costume and a few metres of relative freedom in a crowded cold water pool.
Bending her arms on the ledge and nonchalantly resting her head on it, she stared at the exit of the men's dressing room, gazing at these male bodies, without any intention whatsoever. The few young men in their twenties like her never came alone. The groups of girls were even more intimidating with their silly laughter and their big expressive cries when one of them was pushed into the water unexpectedly.
Naya had sent text messages to all her friends asking them not to leave her alone in this aquatic hell. Only one of them replied and finally cancelled. She was now like a fish in water...from a too small and boring aquarium.
The long minutes of waiting were nevertheless rewarded by the appearance of a slender young man, coming out of the changing room and staring visibly disillusioned at the pool filled with marmots. Naya's eyes detailed him, caught by the familiarity of his face.
Yes...it was Nathan! Who would have thought the world was so small. This handsome dark hair guy was a classmate when she was in college. She remembered him very well, because she had liquefied herself trying to ask him out, only finally managing to ask him for a banality, under the disappointed shouts of her friends.
Nathan was now a young man with a pleasing physique. He was slender, rather tall, with beautiful dark eyes. Naya's girlfriends didn't think he was hot, but recognised his timeless charm. The young schoolgirl was above all sincerely attracted to his spirit and character.
He was a benevolent boy, always smiling, with a certain humour, dreamy and always a little absent when he was alone. He made him crack. She felt good when he was in the same class. But her sickly shyness had prevented her from really admitting her interest in him.
Many years had passed since then. Naya put her chin on her hands, sighing: she was sure that he had completely forgotten her. He had probably found a girlfriend.
This black thought was chased away by another, more optimistic one: she noted that he did not seem to be accompanied. A godsend. Naya was bored to death: fate had given him a chance to take his revenge and justify splashing around for a whole afternoon with a noisy brat per square metre.
She leaned against the rim to get out of the water, dripping briefly, wiping her hair dry enough to look like something. Taking her courage in both hands, letting out a loud exhalation, she approached Nathan who had just put his pretty buttocks on the edge of the pool.
- "Hi, Nathan...I don't know if you remember me, but..." she babbled, trying to keep a straight and pleasant posture.
Nathan turned around, looking down at the legs of this young woman with a slightly golden complexion, until he could stare at her bright red face.
- "Oh, Naya! Well, that's funny! It's been a long time. ".
Naya couldn't contain a broad, silly smile of relief. He remembered her. And had only taken a few moments to recognize her. She felt flattered and awkwardly, under the excitement of such an encounter, she joined him while keeping a cordial distance.
- "I'm sorry, I saw you, I thought..." she left a long silence, banging her head in her mind, regretting not being more assertive.
- "Oh don't apologise, it's great to see you again. Maybe you'll save me from deep boredom here! ".
Naya laughed, a little stupidly. The typically feminine laugh of innocent embarrassment. She spontaneously touched her hair, twisting a strand of her bleached hair.
An intense discussion began and time seemed to stand still. Their few square centimetres of privacy had become more acceptable. The two of them disregarded the heckling and shouting from the slides.
Nathan was now a foreign language student, cultured and as interesting as ever. He always lived in the same place. He punctuated the story of those years spent without her with jokes that made Naya laugh several times at the angels.
She found him even more beautiful when he followed his long descriptive sentences with his careful language. Naya devoured him with her eyes. Sometimes she wondered if this was not indecent.
The more cordial conversation gradually gave way to more personal subjects. Nathan confided his willingness to travel and discover the world, far from his hometown which he had always known. Naya deduced from this that he was not in a relationship, when he confessed that he had no ties here.
And as the young woman swung her legs in the water, as if she were sitting on a small cloud, she fell heavily from her bubble out of time and space.
Nathan was about to go abroad. It was his last week here. A twinge in his heart extinguished Naya's smile. Nathan noticed it, became confused and seemed to be worried.
- "You look sad."
Naya forced herself to smile and, as if she had nothing left to lose, took her courage in both hands.
- "You know Nathan, this is going to sound a bit silly, but when I was in college I wanted to ask you out. I couldn't find the courage, I was too shy. I'm really happy to run into you now, but I feel like karma is trying to hurt me by only passing you like a shooting star in my miserable life! "
She laughs at his lyricism, not daring to look this love of the past in the eyes. He ran his hand through her hair, rubbing his neck a little embarrassed. His radiant smile illuminated Naya's dark thoughts.
- "Yes, it's a bit silly, I was going to ask you if you wanted to go out with me...but I was too scared to approach you with your group of friends around! I found you very attractive, but I didn't know how to go about it at all. "
A little silence settled in, heavy as a leaden screed, then suddenly they were both taken by a crazy laugh that took all the drama out of the situation.
- "Fucking yes, how stupid is that! How stupid we were! "
They blushed together and noticed that spontaneously their bodies had come closer together. Naya's hand was only a few centimetres from the young man's thigh. This crazy laughter was so complicit that she felt the immediate need to touch him. But she didn't dare to do so right away and missed the chance to touch him, leaving a blank space.
Her breathing stopped when he took her hand, embracing her fingers between his own. His heart lost its calm. She felt a silly smile on her face. And a spark of envy passed from one look to the other.
Reason would normally have kept her from harming herself by nourishing the hope of an idyll with a transient youthful love that was about to disappear as quickly as it had reappeared. Perhaps it was the boredom of that afternoon, her mind unable to think properly so close to him, or the butterflies fluttering in her belly that finally stunned her rationality.
Driven by the shiver up her spine, she threw herself at his neck. And pressed her lips against his. She wanted to feel it against her. To exorcise the frustration of the teenager she had been.
He seemed surprised, but did not push her away. His smile embraced the smile of this much more enterprising girl than before. One tongue caressed another. He put his hand on the thin hip of this beautiful mermaid. And gave in to the soft, wet song of her lips as she ate her own.
They plunged into the water while the mothers around them seemed indignant at such a lack of modesty. She stood in a corner of the pool and drew Nathan against her. As their kisses became more passionate, as their caresses became more and more lost in all the possible intimacy of an overcrowded pool, she slowly opened her thighs.
Their tongues danced in their hearts as she trembled as she felt the excitement of the handsome boy against her. The swimming costumes seemed powerless to hide the desire he had for her. Mischievously, she initiated slight movements of her pelvis to rub herself against his erection.
He slipped his lips into her neck, depositing warm kisses embellished with a particularly erotic hot breath.
- "Sadistic..." he whispered in the hollow of his ear.
- "It's you who makes me lose my head..." she replied, in a tone that was both honest and mischievous.
- "What would you say if... we isolated ourselves from prying eyes? "he proposed, between two kisses.
