When Jess walked out to the public pool that day, he saw that the neighbor girl was already there. She was wearing the same bikini she always wore, lying there on her stomach, poolside. She pretended not to notice him when he opened the squeaky iron gate of the enclosure.
"What a little bitch!" he thought to himself.
He found a lounge chair a few feet away from her, cast down his towel and began to rub lotion on his face and shoulders. He knew that her name was something like Zelda or Esmeralda because he always heard the mother yelling at her through the wall. She was facing away from him using a second towel as a pillow. Her blue hair didn't say much for her fashion sense, but the rest of her told him she was a young woman with an unconcerned attitude.
His eyes were immediately directed to her loose-fitting bikini bottom that was doing a not so good job of covering her copper-colored, high peaked backside. The absence of tan lines told him this was actually her natural skin tone. She was Latin American as far as he could figure, probably from one of those jungle countries like El Salvador.
He eased back in the pool chair and took cover behind his Ray-Bans. From this position he knew he could watch her without making it too obvious.
He kept his eyes centered on that stretched out piece of cloth between her legs, trying to visualize what lay just beneath it. Then, remarkably, he swore he momentarily discerned the scent of her ass on the wind. Doubting that his imagination could be that good, he closed his eyes and breathed in slowly once more. Again the fine bouquet of female ass filled his nose and brain.
"Oh my god! This weird little college girl is a freak!" he thought to himself.
Suddenly he imagined his nose thrust into the heady, damp paradise of her firm ass crack. His mind started to reel.
But his mental travels were interrupted when she suddenly rose up out of her prone position with a yoga move and got to her feet. Was she going to jump into the pool with that dirty ass now, he wondered!? His mind became distraught and alarmed. Once that ass was put in the chlorine it would be bleached and sterilized! All her beautiful sex allure would be neutralized in a horrible instant!
He watched her as she walked around the pool, past the diving board, thankfully, and the Jacuzzi, over to the water fountain. She took a long drink as she held back her long, matted blue hair. Then she walked back to the edge of the pool and sat down on the rim, dangling her thin legs in the shallows. He continued to observe her with concern and lust. Would she be hopping into the waters of ruination soon and eradicating that wonderful scent? The travesty of such an idea made him spring up at that moment and walk over to where she was.
"Excuse me, aren't we neighbors?" he asked her, trying to sound as incidental as possible.
She looked up towards him and smiled slightly without saying anything. He walked up to her and removed his shades.
"My name's Jess." he said, extending his hand.
"I'm Jezebel." she stated somewhat sullenly with only a quick glance.
He took his hand back and sat downwind on the pool rim from her. It was clear to him now that she wasn't a talker, but perhaps this lack of confidence could be worked to his advantage.
"So how do you like living here?" he queried.
She smiled and nodded for a while at the question.
"It's alright." she finally admitted.
He realized then that the discourse was hitting a brick wall and he wondered if the direct approach might not be the best strategy at this point.
"Would you mind if I stuck my nose in your ass crack?" he pictured himself saying.
Then he returned to the polite world of civil society and asked a civil question.
"Must not be a lot of fun living at home." he asked, trying to give her his empathetic face.
She gave him a bitter smile.
"No, not much." she replied.
Now he had established himself as a guy who understood her problems and he was that much closer to that divine pheromone spewing hole of hers. Now all he had to do was get her away from the awful water into a nice, preferably closed-in, private space.
"Hey, do you play billiards?" he asked, "They have a table here in the rec room."
She shook her head.
"No, I suck at sports."
"Really! So do I!" he replied with all the charm he could put into a lie.
"Would you like to shoot a game?" he invited.
She hesitated for a long, painful moment.