Hot.
Make that hot and bored.
For a fifth straight day the temperature hovered in the mid-90s. My room retained heat and gave no quarter even during the night.
My parents, the two greenest people on earth, refused to have air conditioning in the house. They even frowned upon fans because of the extra electricity they used.
"Dress coolly and let your mind overcome your discomfort," offered Mom.
As if yoga or meditation could defeat tropical conditions. My summer job with a landscaper meant I was outside all day. I would drag my butt home and stay in a cool shower until I lowered my body temperature. Of course, my parents would get on me about wasting water. At least, I countered, I was not using hot water, which used energy to heat.
This weekend's forecast was the worst yet. The temps were predicted to hit 100. My parents opted to go hiking and camping in the mountains, where it would be cooler. They offered to take me, but I had to work on Saturday morning. Also, the thought of the three hour ride in a car with no AC was not appealing.
By one o'clock on Saturday I was home, showered and naked.
Without anyone around, I decided to just not bother with clothes. It was much cooler, well, it was at least much less hot. I was still baking.
My phone buzzed. I opened a text from Myra. She was at home and wondered what I was up to.
Myra is my best friend from grade school up to now. Although we attend different colleges, we still texted, talked and got together a lot.
I texted her that I was just hanging around waiting until my blood boiled and finally put an end to my misery.
My phone rang and I answered.
"Hey, I hear it's hot."
"Myra, I wish I had your ability to identify even the most obscure fact."
"A natural talent," she retorted.
We chatted for a bit.
"Hey, why don't you come over here? I'm sitting by the pool and it's not too bad. When I get too fried, I jump in."
"Sounds tempting," I said. "But it may be too much effort."
"What? Just ride your bike over. What else do you have to do?"
"Get dressed for one thing."
"Ooh, am I talking to a naked guy? This is getting kinky."
I laughed. Myra and I had always kidded around about sex, but never took any of it seriously. We each had dated others through high school and the first two years of college, but never drifted into a sexual relationship with each other.
"Well, if you could see me dripping sweat from every bit, you probably wouldn't call it sexy."
"Every bit?" she said teasing me, "Even Mr. Dingleberry?"
When we were kids her mother used to call her brother's penis a dingleberry. Since then, Myra liked to make jokes using that term.
"Well, it's not dripping off him," I said. "He's resting on the floor and the sweat is just puddling there."
Myra laughed and said, "In your dreams."
"Hey, asshole, put on whatever and get over here. Besides, I'm bored. My brother and his girlfriend are gone to the mall and the parental units are visiting Granny. Have the place to myself. We could probably even sneak a couple beers."
Myra and I both were under twenty-one, but not unaccustomed to malt refreshments.
I pulled on a swim suit, t-shirt and sneakers and got my bike from the garage. I made it to Myra's house in a half hour.
I pushed my bike around back and entered from the gate. I didn't see anyone and called out.
"Be right out," came a voice from inside. "Want a beer?"
"At least one," I shouted back.
I put my helmet on a table and peeled off my soaked shirt. Kicking off my shoes, I went to the pool and dove in. The water was not freezing cold, but refreshing enough to cool me. I was treading in the deep end, when Myra appeared.
"Make yourself at home," she said.
"You did invite me," I replied.
"Just kidding."
She was holding a tray with two beers and a bowl of chips.
I pulled myself out of the pool.
Myra set the tray on the table under the shade umbrella. She turned and looked me up and down.
"Zach, don't take this the wrong way, but you're looking hot—and not just because of the weather."
I did a mock body builder pose that made her crack up.
"Well, I've been working my ass off," I said reaching for the beer.
"Really?" she said. "Turn around."
I turned my back to her. Next I felt my bathing suit being jerked down. In a second my entire ass was exposed.
"No way, dude," Myra said laughing, "it's still there."
I put down my beer and pulled up my suit. I started chasing her. She ran, but I caught her in a couple strides. I hoisted her over my shoulder and trotted back to the pool. I pulled her down into my arms and then tossed her into the water.
She bobbed to the surface and I did a cannonball next to her, sending water cascading into her face.
We began a splashing war that lasted until we wore ourselves out. With the exception of her pantsing me, which she had never done before, it was like we were twelve again.
Climbing up on the apron, we looked at each other. She made a feint toward grabbing my suit. I reacted by pushing her away. My hands landed on her boobs. I felt the soft and firm mass under my palms. I pushed harder and she went flying back into the water screaming.
I walked over and got my beer.
"Wow," I thought. "I just touched her boobs."
Myra was now standing dripping next to me.
"That was a cheap shot," she said.
"I thought you were going to pants me again."
"So that gives you permission to grope the goodies?"
I was worried I had offended her.
I started to apologize when she cracked up.
"I hope you enjoyed it at least."
"What there was to enjoy," I shot back.
"Prick," she said
"Cunt," I replied.
"Asshole," she continued.
"Twat," I said.
We kept this up until one of us could not think of a gross or sexual body part to offer as a retort. We'd been doing this routine since we were teens.
Still laughing at how silly we could be together, we plopped down in recliners next to the pool.
"God, I miss you so much when I'm at school," she said. "There is absolutely no one who gets my humor. They look at me like I've got two heads. Zach, you make me laugh and that's why I love you."
"Not my awesome ass?"
"Well, I never saw it before today, but I guess I could add it to the list."
We tipped beer bottles and relaxed.
One of the great things about our relationship is we don't need to fill every second with talking. Sometimes we can just hang out and be comfortable with silence.
I looked over at Myra. She had on a blue two-piece. I guess it was accidently touching her boobs that made me consider her more as a woman than just a girl who's a friend. We were close to the same height, which makes her a tad tall for a girl and me a tad short for a guy. She inherited her mother's Italian looks of dark hair, almost black eyes and olive complexion. Myra is a runner and her legs are always toned and tight. She acquired a bellybutton piercing last year at college and it sets of her smooth stomach. Her chest is not large, but there is plenty to admire. Best of all is her face. She has a natural smile that showcases white teeth that benefitted from her father, an orthodontist. She's been my friend for so long that I sometimes forget she is a beautiful young woman. Today, however, was not one of those days.
She turned and caught me looking at her.
"What?" she asked. "Do I have spinach in my teeth or something?"
"Nah," I said. "You still look as geeky as ever."
"Fart head."
"Douche bag."
I offered to get us more beers. Returning I found Myra had put the recliner all the way flat and was lying face down. He top was undone.
I put the beers on the table.
"Getting some sun, I see."
"And you accuse me of overstating the obvious?" she said.
She reached under her chair and grabbed a bottle of sunscreen.
"Do my back, please"
I knelt next to her and squeezed some lotion onto her shoulders. I rubbed it in and let my hands glide up and down her back.
"Have you been working out?" I ask feeling her muscles.
"Been doing a lot of cardio and some weights," she said, sighing as I massaged her.
"Legs?" I asked.
"Please."
With my hands covered in lotion, I slid up and down her thighs and calves. She moved her legs slightly apart and I covered the insides of her thighs, but did not stray close to her sex parts.
"Mmm, feels good," she said.
I returned to her back and rubbed a few more times, my hands just touching the sides of her boobs.
I looked down at her butt covered with the bikini bottom. Maybe it was the heat or the two beers, but I lifted the waistband and looked inside. I gazed at the two white mounds. They looked perfect to me.
"Hey," she called out.
"Fair is fair," I said. "You saw mine."
"Yeah, but yours is a guy's."
"That makes a difference?" I said as I continued to hold up the bottom and admire her rump as she clinched her cheeks.
"Of course it does, dufus."
Although she made a point of sounding angry, she did not tell me to cover her back up.
"Maybe you might need some sunscreen there," I said half-kidding.
"Duh, I think the suit protects me enough," she said, but still not telling me to stop looking.
"Well, what if you didn't have the suit on...?"
Silence, but not like the comfortable silence of before.
Finally, Myra spoke softly.
"I guess I could stand to get rid of some more tan lines."
She lifted her butt off the recliner. I was frozen for a second, but then eased her bikini bottom gently off her butt and slid it down her legs. I tossed it on the ground.
I was staring at her naked back.
