Kyle had just picked a light cotton button-down shirt to go over his muscle shirt when the doorbell rang. He tried to button it as he headed to the front door, but he kept reaching for the wrong button hole. He looked through the peep-hole and could barely see a hairline. “Who is it?” he asked.
“If you have to ask, I’m going home,” a woman’s voice answered.
Kyle opened the door in a hurry to see Dottie. “I couldn’t see your face, and it’s the wrong time of year for Girl Scouts to be selling cookies.”
Dottie took off an overcoat to reveal a white bikini. It was sunny, so the coat was dry, and Dottie hung it on the first hook she found. “Are you waiting for me to make a joke about eating them all?” she asked.
She knew her error when she saw the look in Kyle’s eye. “No,” he said. “I’m just admiring the view.”
“You like it? I picked it for you.”
“It’s awesome! You look like you’re on the cover of
Maxim
.”
Dottie was still looking him in the eye. “My god, you’re serious.”
Kyle was surprised she had to say it. “You think I’m gonna bullshit you just to get some? We’re way past that now. I meant you and me, but guys in general. There are a lot more of us now whose idea of beauty isn’t limited to a single-digit dress size, and the magazines have caught on.”
“And how often do you look at them?” Dottie asked.
“When I’m waiting at the barber,” Kyle answered defensively.
Dottie was satisfied. “Okay. I guess I can handle some competition once a month.”
“What competition?” Kyle asked. “That’s like asking a picture of Mike Trout to compete with a picture of a live player.”
“So, why do you say the outfit belongs on the cover?”
“How ‘bout I wait till we’re in the water to tell you?”
“Do you need a laser pointer?” Dottie asked.
“No, I’ve got a regular pointer that’ll do just fine,” Kyle answered.
Dottie giggled until she looked at him. “Oh, you meant your finger.” Now he moved his hands down to his crotch. “Yeah, I thought you meant THAT pointer.”
“So, why the overcoat?” Kyle asked.
“I gotta put my keys and phone someplace,” Dottie answered. Then she pointed to the hip segment of her bikini. “Since you’re driving, this is all I’m wearing to the lake.”
“Good thing I packed towels for both of us,” Kyle said, and he showed her a plastic beach bag. Dottie could see that there were at least three towels inside, in addition to a first aid kit and various other beach supplies.
Kyle drove a small truck to get them to the beach. Dottie pointed to a picnic area on their right. “I think that’s where we had my birthday party one year.”
Kyle took his left hand off the wheel briefly and pointed to the water. “Then this is probably where I had the, uh, wardrobe malfunction.”
They passed a restroom. Dottie said, “I think the first time I touched myself in a way that I enjoyed was when I was putting on a swimsuit over there.”
“What a coincidence!” Kyle said. “The first place I remember jacking off other than home or school was the men’s side of that same building.”
By the time they found a good spot and a parking space nearby, the sun was starting to set. Kyle put his cell phone and wallet in the compartment under the driver’s seat before locking the truck. They walked to the spot they’d picked out. Dottie opened the bag and put a bath towel on the ground for each of them. She noticed that there was a beach towel still in the bag. Dottie put her shoes on one towel. “I think I saw a couple doing it here once, but I was too far away to be sure, and I didn’t want to create a scene, so I kept on walking.”
“You mean this very spot, or just this park?”
“Right around this spot,” Dottie said.
Kyle pulled a plastic tub out of the bag and put it on the towel. Then he took his shoes, socks and outer shirt off and laid them under the tub. He waded into the water, not waiting for Dottie. When the water was over his knees, Dottie asked, “How is it?”
“Cool,” he said. “If this were August, I’d even say it was refreshing.”
Dottie followed him and went further, not stopping until the water was just below her waist. “It is, isn’t it?”
Kyle looked at her and said, “I know I said it before, but that’s a hell of a bikini you’re wearing.”
“Glad you like it.”
“I can see lots of boob flesh, and I love bottom pieces that have rings on the sides instead of solid fabric.” He put his finger inside the ring on her right hip.
“You’ve seen all this flesh and then some,” Dottie reminded him.
“Yeah, but this accentuates how sexy the whole package is,” Kyle explained. He started to put his other hand on the side of her breast, but Dottie slapped it away.
“Not here,” she said. “Someone might see us.”
“That’s okay, there’s something else I’ve been waiting to do in public,” Kyle said. Before Dottie could ask what he meant, he moved next to her and took her hand in his.
Dottie thought she’d melt. She cooed, “Oh, Kyle,” and she put her hand on his chest.
Kyle bent his knees and kissed her on the lips. “Some other night, I want to go on a real date with you.”
“Dating’s overrated,” Dottie said. “Dating is for people who don’t already enjoy doing things together. Playing Scrabble is the best foreplay I ever had.”
“Good, ‘cause that’s part of my other idea,” Kyle said.
“They make a plastic deluxe version, but where do you keep score?”
“Not that game. I meant the song title game.”
“Oh, now that’s a good idea!” Dottie said. “Wait, we still need a way to keep score.”
Kyle told her, “I’ll be right back.” He walked back to the shore and returned with the plastic tub. “Each time you lose a round, you put an article of clothing in here.”
Dottie laughed and said, “It shouldn’t take long to have a winner.”
“I like to think there’ll be two winners,” Kyle said.
“How do we pick the words?”
“Make ‘em up as we go along,” Kyle answered. “I’ll choose the first one. Green. You go first.”
Dottie thought for a moment and said, “Green Grass and High Tides”.
Kyle answered, “It’s Not Easy Being Green”.
