(Part 2 of a three part series, see Sevastopol School Break Project for Part 1)
That night about an hour after his mother had gone to bed, at 10:30pm Tim snuck out the back door and through the back gate and into Kristy's yard. It was a gorgeous late night; still, warm and full of magic. He tapped gently on the window he knew was Kristy's from visiting earlier.
"What the fuck? You scared the shit out of me," a sleepy Kristy said.
"You wake me up in the morning. I wake you up at night. What are you wearing?" Tim tried to look behind the curtain she was hiding with.
"What do you want?"
"Get your bikini? We're going swimming?"
"What?"
"Get your bikini and a towel, we're going swimming."
"What? Where? How?"
"Get your gear! I'll meet you outside."
Ten minutes later the both of them were in Kristy's backyard. In her hand, she carried a towel and under her shorts and T-shirt was her bikini as asked.
"What are we doing?" she whispered.
"Follow," Kristy was told.
Kristy followed. Tim led her straight to the town swimming pool, a large outdoor pool with a kiddies one next to it. Both pools were surrounded by cement but beyond that was green lawn and trees. For deep in the countryside, it was quite the oasis, the only pool complex that size for fifty kilometres in any direction. And it was the place that Kristy had her terrible experience in the summer holidays just gone.
"What's the point? It's closed. Locked. We're not breaking in!"
"Don't need to, follow me."
The outer property fence was wire mesh, and three-quarters of the way along the fence furthest from the car park was a pole with very simple threads of chicken-wire that could be unwound with your fingers. It opened the mesh to allow a hole big enough for a person to sneak through under the quiet shadow of the trees.
"Oh, this is a bit dangerous," Kristy worried. "There are night-lights that come on with movement."
"Not anymore," Tim said quietly, "There were too many possums that set them off. The neighbours complained until eventually the council had to turn them off."
"Are you seriously saying there is no security in this place?"
"Nothing."
"Why is nobody here, then?"
"Because they're not terrified of wearing their bikini in the pool during the day," Tim teased her.
"Pfft."
"Come on, best be quiet, though. Noise travels at night, any splashing could be heard by people nearby and the lights inside the pool will give us away if we move around too quickly."
It was after eleven when Kristy and Tim left their clothes in the shadows of the trees and in their swimmers snuck quietly to the edge of the big pool. They very carefully slipped into the cool water on the warm night.
"Oh, that feels so nice," Kristy whispered, feeling immediately relaxed.
"Good. We needed to exorcise the demons of you wearing that bikini in this pool. A good experience to neutralise the bad, if possible."
"You are genuinely sweet," Kristy said, genuinely.
The two of them drifted slowly back-and-forth the length of the big pool with the only light coming from the moon above and from the lights under the pool water. They talked in whispers, though it was obvious no one was coming. Nearing midnight on a Tuesday there was little chance of them getting caught as long as they stayed quiet.
"Kiddy pool?" Kristy whispered.
"Sure."
Kristy got out as quietly as she could without splashing and stood in the paddle pool.
"When I was really little, like two or something, my parents used to put me in this little pool with completely nothing on."
"Really?"
"I guess parents don't do that anymore," Kristy said.
"No. There are new rules."
"Can you get your phone, take a photo?"
"You want a photo?"
"For nostalgia's sake. Then-and-now."
"Huh?" Tim said, suspecting what was about to happen. Kristy undid her bikini bottoms and pulled them off.
"You've seen that before, so it hardly matters," Kristy said but she didn't stop there. She undid her top and threw that to the ground as well. With the light from the water coming up onto her bare breasts, for a moment Tim felt dizzy. He thought he would faint. Every quart of blood in his body rushed into his cock.
"Get the camera, get your phone," Kristy told him again. "Hurry, in case somebody comes."
"No one is gonna come," Tim assured her. Regardless, he dashed off to get his phone and take photos of the most gorgeous naked girl he was ever likely to see. Kristy tried to replicate poses she would've made as a little kid, and the both of them would've been laughing hilariously if it wasn't for the need to keep quiet.
Eventually, Kristy picked up and moved to the comfort of the big pool. In the kiddy pool, the water only came up to her waist when she sat. In the big pool she could drift gracefully naked while covered to her neck.
"I think you better take your pants off too, just to say you've been skinny-dipping in the Sevastopol pool. And with a girl! But you better not say which one, otherwise they'll think I'm one of those easy chicks."
Terrified that he would inseminate the pool Tim pulled his swimmers down and off and gently lowered himself into the water, as naked as Kristy was.
"I do feel sorry for you for how hard you've been all day," Kristy said, seeing his erection was on again.
Tim shrugged. "The reason for it is nice. I've enjoyed you letting me see you undressed. Your body is beautiful."
"Hmmm, thank you."
They swam quietly around, close but not touching. There was less tension than you might expect. Those two had fallen back into their friendship routine, natural and familiar. It had been a long time since they'd played games together, and this was simply a bigger, more compelling game.
Kristy pulled herself up to sit on the pool edge, with Tim standing in the water in front. Kristy leaned back, smiling and showing off her naked body, opening her legs to the wavy pool light.
"You turned out amazing."
"Thank you."