*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.
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They were outside again, swimming in the over-chlorinated pool of the apartment complex. He was wearing his snug swim suit, the red color looking very tempting against his tanned skin. She was wearing two black postage stamps and a black Band-Aid, her large breasts threatening to spill out.
Gracie went to her room and pulled on her own bikini. It was a white bathing suit, completely covered her small breasts. It was white, but it was lined; it would not become translucent when wet. She'd taken a shower with the bikini on, then stood and looked in the bathroom mirror, the lights on, to make sure. Her 34B breasts and light brown nipples would not be exposed after she swam a few laps. Gracie could sit, lounging against the steps and could chat with Warren, with Megan and her thatch of dark brown pubic hair would not show through the wet material, would not embarrass her. The bottom fit over her prominent backside, fully covered the two large globes of flesh. They would chat, former classmates of Kimble Academy in Kimble, Louisiana.
Did Gracie like living in the complex? How long had she lived there? So, what had she been up to since graduation; yes, it was so hard to believe that it had already been three years.
And what had they been up to? No, no, she wasn't surprised that they were still together, Warren Carr and Megan Thibodeaux. They'd been the 'Romeo and Juliette' of Kimble Academy. Yes, she'd heard that Polly had not one, but two babies, but that wasn't that big of a surprise; everyone had assumed the morbidly obese girl had been pregnant when she'd thundered across the stage to get her diploma. Yes, the fact that both babies were of mixed race, obviously African-American fatherhood, that was a bit of a surprise.
Gracie slipped her cover-up over her shoulders. It was a gauzy black material; the white bikini shone through, actually making the outfit look quite racy. She grabbed a beach towel from the linen closet and slung it casually over her shoulder.
A glance into the bathroom mirror affirmed that Gracie's shoulder length blonde hair was perfect. Her large brown eyes peered out from under a light brown eyebrow. Her small nose made her pouting lips look all the more inviting, kissable.
Gracie decided a slash of red lipstick would be daring, inviting. She carefully applied the color, gave her lips a 'smack' and turned off the bathroom's harsh light.
And then she peered out the window of her living room, peered down at the swimming pool. Gracie stood, peering through the small chink in the curtains, staring down at the swimming pool, where Warren and Megan lolled, feet dangling in the water of the swimming pool.
She checked; her apartment key was on a wristband. The key was securely clipped onto the band. It would not come off as she vigorously paddled back and forth in the cool water.
Gracie willed herself to move, to walk to the door of the apartment, to slip her feet into the flip flops that she kept right by the door. She willed herself to move to the door, slip the flip flops onto her feet, and open the door. She willed herself to walk to the door, slip her feet into the flip flops, open the door, close the door, casually walk down the stairs, unlatch the gate of the pool area, and drape her towel across one of the chaise lounges scattered about the pool's area.
"Come on, Gracie, come on. Do it," she whispered urgently. "Come on. Please?"
A movement caught her eye. Gracie bent at the waist and slightly pulled the curtain open.
Another couple had joined Warren and Megan. This other couple was actually in the water. She could not see their faces; their backs were to Gracie. The couple were talking with Warren and Megan.
"Oh, well, maybe next time; wouldn't want to intrude..." Gracie murmured.
She saw Megan, talking. Megan was talking with her hands. She held her hands out in front of her chest and then pushed them in toward her chest. The beautiful blonde then held her hands wide open at her sides and puffed out her cheeks. The girl then laughed.
Gracie recognized Megan's laugh. It was her cruel, hurtful laugh. Gracie had been on the receiving end of that laugh more times than she wanted to remember. Even from the second floor, Gracie could see the haughty, cruel expression on Megan's face as she spoke with her hands.
Gracie then saw the other woman's hand move. She saw the other woman pointing to herself. Megan's face lost the haughty laugh; Megan shook her blonde head no vigorously.
The other woman again pointed to herself. Again Megan shook her head in denial.
Then Gracie saw Megan point directly to her apartment. She gasped and stepped back from the curtain, even though she knew the windows of the apartment building were tinted. Megan could not possibly see into the apartment. There was no way Megan could see Gracie peeking at the quartet through the small gap in her curtain.
After catching her breath, Gracie slowly stepped forward again and peered cautiously through the small opening in the curtain. She gasped and stepped back again.
Now, all four were looking at her apartment, Apartment 221. Gracie recognized the other couple.
Nancy and Eddy. Nancy Hebert and her boyfriend Edward Roberts.
"Should have, should have recognized them from their backs," Gracie chided herself.
Edward had been six feet, five inches in high school. His body was massive, and it was all muscle. Nancy, his brunette girlfriend had actually looked funny standing next to Eddy; she was only five feet, two inches.
Even though Eddy had been a football player, and a baseball player, he had never been unkind to any student. Nancy, as the girlfriend of such a popular boy could have been a queen bitch, but she too had been very kind.
Gracie chanced another look and saw Megan again pointing toward her apartment. Again, she stepped back, shrank back. She saw Eddy now talking to Nancy, saw Nancy swimming toward the ladder of the pool. She admired Nancy's pretty blue one piece bathing suit. The suit clung to Nancy's small breasts, her slight paunch, and her wide hips. The light blue color was the same color as Nancy's beautiful blue eyes.
Nancy had a square face, framed by her thick brown hair. Those beautiful blue eyes peered out from underneath Nancy's perfectly shaped eyebrows. Her nose was a little button in the center of the square, lightly tanned face and her lips were full, permanently pouting.
Next to Megan, Gracie had always thought Nancy was the most beautiful girl at Kimble Academy. She had voted for Nancy to be Homecoming Queen and again to be the queen of the Spring Formal. Megan had won both times and Gracie had felt slighted. She had felt the disappointment, as if it had been her personal loss.
Gracie chanced another look at the foursome at the pool. But there were only three of them now. Warren and Eddy were looking in one direction and Megan was staring directly at Gracie. Gracie almost let a squeal escape at Megan's cold stare.
"Aieegh!" Gracie did squeal when a knock sounded at her door.
"I, uh, who is it?" Gracie called out, voice shaking.
"Hey! It's Nancy. Nancy Hebert, from school?" Nancy's soft voice came through the door.
"I uh, what? I mean," Gracie stammered.
What did she want? Why was she knocking on Gracie's door?
Gracie forced herself to open the door. Her heart was in her ears, blood pounding as she unhooked the chain, twisted the deadbolt, then finally twisted the knob.
"Hey! Oh! You're already ready! Great, come on down. Eddy and I came over to see Warren and Megan, and Megan said you live right here, come on," Nancy prattled happily, grabbing Gracie's hand.
"Megan knows where I live?" Gracie asked herself.
"Of course she does, dummy. She was pointing right at your apartment," Gracie chided herself for asking such a stupid question.
"And when Megan said you were right there, I can't believe you're just right here, I mean, right on top of Warren and Megan; they live in one twenty one," Nancy said as Gracie stepped into her flip flops, stepped out the door and locked the apartment.
The sides of Nancy's swimsuit were cut high, exposing Nancy's slightly wide hips. As she walked in front of Gracie, Gracie could see Nancy's buttocks peeking out the bottom of the light blue material.
"How'd you find a suit matched your eyes perfect like that?" Gracie blurted out.
