I met Kay years later again, upon adulthood at a mutual friend's wedding whom we had known for years; quaint, at a big blue house on the edge of a canyon in the sleepy cool spring in the foothills of California.
Being face to face with this girl after so much time apart was awkward, she had been scrawny when we were younger. Now she was filled with the voluptuous sizing of womanhood. About twenty, like me, only she had gilded halo of hair, finely spun like silken cascades delving into the American River with it's fantasy stories of the gold rush. I was finding my Eureka in her clasped and clumsy bun. Her figure was a perfect hourglass, tiny waist with enormous and curving hips and breasts. I searched her face, and noticed her gaze on me as well.
I was dating an older man now. Nearly bald, ten years my senior, thin, kind, and well-established. I had no interest in girls since the early days of discovering my sexuality. But all I could think right now was of getting her alone, and tracing those lines again and relearning new curves. I wanted to reacquaint and test-drive. Dip my fingers in until her breathing lost it's steadiness. I wanted to soil her new clean grown-up self with the old images, with my dark hair, and my deep nature. I wanted to show her every trick I had learned along the way. And I wondered if she felt similarly.Small talk transcribed. Inquiries after family, divorced- like hers. Employed. Dating. All the cliches of new adulthood. Her current fellow walked up behind her and rested a hand on her shoulder. He was chunky like a football player. The kind of guy who was probably named Biff.
I compared his inadequacies to me. I was thinner obviously. But still muscular. Fairly thick, actually. Short, autumn leaves as hair to my waist- versus a military regimen buzzcut. I was sure my supple artist's hands could produce chills she had never known with him.
As of late, humans had become a conquest for me. They were losing their human qualities, and turning into sexual devices. I found the small talk grating, and became frustrated. I soon excused myself to the restroom. Finding the first floor bathroom locked, I ascended the stairs- searching to see if I could find one on that floor. There were two immaculate rooms, with embroidered birds on the pillows in sumptuous tones. These matched bed-covers as if life had been cut from a catalog. I crossed through one of these rooms- seeing a mirror hanging high which reflected a door, and I closed this behind me as I entered the hidden bathroom. The set tile was pale turquoise and lime with an almost institutional feel to it.
I settled on the toilet seat to think. Locked in this strange little room, I looked into the bathtub, running my hand along the tremendously unsullied edge. I climbed into the bathtub, my dress pressed against the cold, the tile rubbing my thighs. I pulled my knees to my chin- and the door rattled. I panicked.
"Um, someone's in here," I yelped, holding my knees tightly. But the door persisted. I was about to stand when the door opened to reveal Kay- with a bobby-pin.
"I've been jimmying that lock since I was seven." She said smiling slyly. Her eyes sparkled, like a deep clean ocean on a bright day in June. I scrunched my face up, and looked down at my odd display. Rolled into a ball in a bathtub hugging my knees.
"I'm sorry, did you need something from in here, I didn't mean to be in the way," I said, not letting up on my ball form. She shut the door behind her. My heart started beating in increasingly rapid motions. She locked the handle and crossed to the tub.
"What are you doing in the bathtub?" She asked raising her eyebrows.
