Dawn broke, setting pink streaks across the sky. The weather was predicted to be another hot one. Heather didn't know the first thing about fishing, but Leah loved it, and that was more than enough reason to go. Leah mentioned loving fishing once during their senior year, and like anything else about Leah, Heather never forgot.
Heather had gone out to the local fishing shop and spent her hard earned money to get a pole and a tackle box. The country looking fellow behind the counter helped her set everything up, so she didn't look like a fool. The man worked hard and quick to put the pole together and hook on the line. He was pleasant, maybe even slightly flirtatious.
Waking up early in the morning was a hazard. Heather wasn't a morning person, but she wanted to spend the time with Leah. At first, there had been rumors about Leah's boyfriend Justin coming along. Luckily, something at work had come up, and he couldn't make it, leaving the two girls alone.
The canoe she borrowed from her father tied to the bed of the truck. Heather rubbed the crust from her eyes as she flew down the highway, reminiscing on the good times she had with her friends before they had fallen apart.
Leah sat on the stone step of her house, wearing a black bikini and a beautifully white smile. When she saw Heather approaching, she grabbed her pole and climbed inside. "This is exciting. I never knew you liked to fish."
"I love fishing. What are you talking about?" Heather laughed.
All the times her dad and brother had gone, she opted to stay home and watch tv. On a couple of occasions, she was forced to go. She went swimming or tanning instead. In her youth, Heather caught one fish, and it was just a small sunfish. In all fairness, it seemed big at the time, considering she was seven. There was a slight memory of screaming, not wanting to touch the fish.
From the corner of her eye, Heather stole a couple of glances at Leah. She had black hair, slim body, light ebony skin, and huge breasts. They had been the best of friends in high school. After that, they had distanced because Leah had gone to college. Now that she was back, Heather wanted that closeness again. The black two-piece bathing suit looked good on her, accentuated her slim waist and large boobs.
Fresh air blew into the truck, rustling Leah's hair in a beautiful black tornado. The scent of her shampoo wafted into Heather's face. That faint, soft smell had been seductive many years ago. It was still the same brand of shampoo she used back then.
"I missed you while I was away," Leah said. She was patting down her hair and rolling up the window. "I didn't make a lot of friends in college," she admitted.
"I'm sorry to hear that," Heather said. "I started working at the movie theater right out of high school. I admit it isn't the greatest job, but I get to see all the new movies for free. I also go home smelling like popcorn, which I find delightful."
They both chuckled in unison.
Standing about three inches taller than Leah, Heather was thicker too. She had bright, vibrant blue eyes and two front teeth that leaned in toward each other in the cutest way.
The ropes untied with ease, and the life jackets bounced in the bottom of the boat. Leah and Heather worked as they walked across the rocky shore. The canoe bounced a couple of times on the water. The trickling sound was music to their ears. It was nice to be in nature.
The boat rocked a few times as they pushed off the shore. A slight breeze blew across them again, raising goosebumps on the arms of Leah, momentarily. Underneath her black bikini, her nipples were standing at attention.
The lake around them was quiet. The water sloshed against the side of the boat in a soft, compelling sound. Heather thought she could fall asleep to that noise. Quietly, without much effort, they pushed to the center of the lake. The shore was barely visible from any direction. They were truly alone.
Heather's father told her it was the best spot around to catch big fish. During many of his explorations, he had brought back much fish he cooked for her. Even though she didn't like fishing, she didn't mind eating it.
The lid to the cooler flipped open, and Heather unburied a beer from the ice. The can hissed when she pulled the tab. A couple of loud gulps went down her gullet. "Nothing like a cold beer when you're fishing," she said to Leah.
The pole went over her shoulder, then cast out into the deep water. The bobber hit with a loud plunk. When Leah settled in, and her bobber was in the right spot, she shuffled through the cooler for a beer as well.
"There wasn't any of this in Vermont," she said. The lid cracked on the can. "I didn't go fishing once. I only studied. I worked fucking hard there," she admitted.
"I believe you."
The boat gently rocked. A few moments later, Heather lifted her pole and attempted to cast. She didn't want to seem like a complete loon when she was out there, so she had her dad talk her through it step by step. She leaned back her arm, clicked the button, and slung the line into the water, just like her dad told her.
From her position on the boat, Heather only had a glimpse of Leah's back. It wasn't what she wanted to look at, but it was better than nothing.
"Oh, I brought sunscreen. We should probably put some on," Heather said.
"Good idea," Leah agreed.
Heather produced the bottle from her bag and squeezed some into her hand. The cream was cold compared to the warm air around them, but she lathered Leah's back anyway. Slowly, methodically, Heather lathered Leah in sunscreen. Her hands glided across Leah's soft, ebony skin. When her back smothered, Heather told her to turn around.
After Leah turned around, Heather began to rub her front, starting at the shoulders and working her way down around her breasts and to her stomach. Teasingly, Heather slid a couple of fingers under the edge of her bikini, touching the outer breast. Leah either didn't notice or didn't mind.
Now, Heather felt hotter than she had before. She expected Leah to offer to do her back as well, but she didn't. Leah went on fishing. Quickly, without the same precision, Heather doused herself in sunscreen.
Although Heather was thicker than Leah, she had grown to accept her body. Guys still found her attractive, so did a few girls.
