My sister, Jackie, started the gossip that tweaked my curiosity and then there was no turning back, I had to find out if it was true. She was at university in our local city, still living at home to keep costs down. As well as her hours spent attending lectures she was into swimming and regularly went to training and competitions. I got roped in occasionally as a taxi service and usually stayed to cheer her on at race meets. The first race weekend of her second year was a home match against the nearest university so her team were desperate to win.
The star for the opposition was a tall blonde, who my sister informed me was a year older than her and likely to win all her races. Jackie and her team mates cheered on their racers in every event along with a crowd of Mums, Dads, brothers, sisters, boyfriends and even a girlfriend. I overheard Jackie talking with her team mates and referring to B52, who would be favourite for the next race. When I had a chance to ask her without being overheard I asked who B52 was and why the nickname. Jackie blushed and tried to change the subject but I pushed for an answer.
"The tall blonde I pointed out, their star swimmer. Check out her camel toe!" she finally blurted out. "Last year she wore a hi-cut swimsuit and her bomb doors nearly spilled out."
As the swimmers lined up for the next race I watched with renewed interest. B52 was in the centre lane and wearing a one piece with boy shorts style bottoms but the "manly" bulge was unmistakable. As predicted she won easily and the overall score reflected her dominance as her team won the meet. In the sports centre bar after everyone was changed I approached the star swimmer and offered my congratulations. Turned out her real name was Lynne and she grew up right in town, only going to her current uni to get a course not offered locally.
We had some mutual friends from high school it turned out and her parents still lived in town, she was sleeping at their home tonight before returning to uni on Sunday. Jackie came over and said she was leaving, her team mates were going to a burger joint and she was getting a ride with one of them who would drop her home later. Lynne was still on a winners high and I asked if she fancied a meal and a drink, she agreed so I suggested I follow her to her parents house where she could drop off her car then ride with me.
The car park was small enough that I didn't lose sight of her as we headed for our cars, whether she saw me get in the VW camper van I don't know but I thought I saw her raise an eyebrow as she saw me in her VW Rabbit wing mirror. The drive to her parents house only took 15 minutes and Lynne was quick to dump her bags and reappear. She climbed into the front seat and joked straight away about our VW match up, although she admitted mine was cooler than hers.
The bench seat in the front allowed Lynne to choose how near to me she sat and I was pleased to see her slide across to the middle. Hopefully that was a sign that she fancied being near me. She suggested a local takeaway that did a version of their eat-in menu boxed up for home with a bottle of wine. "We could drive to the beach and eat in the back of your van" she said.
I'd been racking my brains for a reason to get her in the back, now she was offering me the ideal opportunity so I agreed without hesitation. Half an hour later we were at the beach and set up to eat, we'd both chosen seafood dishes that were served cold so no worrying about our meals wasting. Lynne had a small bottle of white wine I had a bottle of alcohol free grape juice. Once we'd eaten our food we decided to go for a walk on the beach, the autumn weather was still good and it was pleasantly warm. Within 15 minutes we were alone, the few other beachgoers not venturing too far from the car park.
The water was warm as we paddled along the shoreline, Lynne commented how it was warmer than the pool she'd been in earlier. I pointed to a buoy that marked the exclusion area for boats and jet skis " I'll race you to the marker and back" I said.
