Devin sat at a black IKEA desk in the far corner of his bedroom. It was late June and he was back from college for the summer. A humid glare of sunlight split through the open window and reflected off of the lamp beside him. His skin had begun picking up its summer tan for the past few weeks as the pallor of exam stress and deadlines slowly faded into his memory.
The air of the room had the slight tinge of stuffiness that comes with unclean sheets. On his desk was a laptop with a browser open showing his final grades for the semester. "Just okay," he thought as he scanned the results. He had to read and re-read them as his mind kept wandering to hum a tune or plan dinner for the night or to simply float through nothing like the breeze across his skin. Occasionally it would pull him back to reality and he would realize that he just closed the list of results and opened up Facebook without a single thought. His browser danced back and forth between facebook and porn as his mind wandered. He was unsure of his horniness and it just felt good to have a boner occasionally, but he didn't feel any deep desire to deal with it.
Slowly, his morning thinking about nothing turned into an afternoon thinking about nothing. When the sun had sashayed all the way across his desk and onto the pile of clothing beside it, he was shaken from his reverie by the sound of a refreshing splash outside. He popped up from his chair, unaware of the erection tenting out in front of him and of the soreness in his behind from loafing all day and squinted out the window, over the fence into the neighbor's yard.
Waves rippled across the pool there and a blonde woman popped her head out from underwater. Her hair was in a tight ponytail over her burgundy bikini top and black bottoms. Her name was Joanna and she had lived next door for nineteen years, long enough for Devin to fall for her and get over her ten times over. He pulled off his shirt and threw it onto the pile of clothes warming in the sun, looked himself up and down in the mirror: short blond hair, slowly darkening skin, a stomach halfway between flat and plump, and grey swim trunks that he had donned that morning straight out of bed. He slipped on a pair of sandals and pulled a white towel off of the doorknob on his way out of his room.
Devin padded through the empty house and out the back door, turned left and walked towards the fence and Joanna's yard. He poked his head over the fence and said, "looking for a plus one?"
Joanna was floating on her back in the sunlight, her large white sunglasses glinting with moisture and daylight. She turned her head slightly, "I don't see why not," she said with a smile.
Devin walked to the gap in the fence near the corner of their properties and squeezed through. He walked up to the pool and dropped his towel. "How's the summer treating you so far?" he asked.
She rolled off her back with a flutter of water and waded to the edge of the pool where Devin was sitting down. "It's been great so far, I'm taking a summer semester so I only have one week left here, but I'm excited to go back."
Devin nodded as he dipped his legs into the water up to the knees. The refreshing feeling of the cool water rushed up his back before he even eased himself all the way into the water. "That's good," he said.
They stood in the water at the edge of the pool talking about their studies and their terrible professors of the past few years. Eventually she hopped out of the pool to dry off and relax in a pool chair. As she hoisted herself onto the cement, Devin couldn't help but notice her nipples pushing into the bikini top covering her small breasts. Her stomach was flat with a gentle hill towards the bottom easing out over her swimsuit. He watched as she was walked towards her towel and chair and her tight ass swayed back and forth in its unremarkable black bikini bottoms. Her thighs had lines pressed into the flesh from leaning against the side of the pool.
When she was finally settled in her seat Devin swam a few laps and then lay down in the chair next to her. She was asleep. Devin lay there for a while with an arm of his eyes and eventually drifted off into dreams or memories of the woman lying beside him. Cloudy images of watching her silhouette changing behind a curtain through their windows at night were interspersed with foggy moments where her hand grazed his thighs or he hugged her and felt her small breasts push into his chest.
In the distance someone said, "Devin." It went unnoticed. Again, "Devin, wake up." Devin awoke with a start and pulled his arm off his face. The sunlight knifed into his eyes, he squinted hard and looked over at Joanna next to him. "You want to deal with that?" She asked and glanced down at his lap.
He looked down and realized with a shock that his dream had awoken his previously titillated penis into a firm erection, making a comical tent in his swim trunks. "Uh, oh jeez wow, um," he stuttered.
"It's fine," she said, "it's only awkward if you make it awkward."
"Seriously, how can I not feel awkward?" He said.
She laughed into the sun and said, "I thought guys were supposed to shrink in the pool, but I guess it's not like you've torn through your pants yet."
