Something I am working on

Today was good. 

I got my exercise in, cleaned my chicken coup, got a fresh egg from one of my hens, and...watched a very interesting movie. I was inspired to write a little, and I hope to write more every day, other than poetry. So here it goes, a little scene... what do you think, would it make a good story? It's full of typos, yet good to get out of my crowded head. Live, love....

“You have completely lost your mind! I am not jumping.” I crossed my arms over my ample chest, and moved very purposefully towards the safety of the car.

Then I heard a whistle, and PLOP.

I squeaked at the wet shorts that smacked me on the back of my head. Then I turned around. “That was low!”

Tory, golden hair now wet and matted to her face just laughed and swam away from me. I stood there, watching her, the way she gracefully moved through the water, so comfortable with her lithe, athletic body,  so… at ease with who she was.

We were worlds apart, Tory and I….I grew up in East Clifton, with my mother and four sisters. I was the different one though... I was the light skinned one... The white girl... They called me that even though they weren’t much darker than me. They told me I talked funny; they made fun of me for everything I did…

All my life I was put down for anything I tried or discouraged from anything I was interested in. Yet it was ME that got me out of the ghetto; No one else. On the opposite end of that spectrum was Tory, she was a military brat, daughter of an ex-marine, high school swimming champion, college graduate and I….

I had just gotten myself at that point.

“You just going to stand there gawking are you? Or are you going to get in the water?”

I moved to the edge of the bank once more. We were at a little creek just outside of town called Caddo. The water looked murky, and the sky was darkening into a soft twilight. I looked down dubiously, feeling every inch the city girl, even though I did love the country. That is why I attended university out in the middle of nowhere… Well that and the very low tuition rates. “There is likely so much bacteria in that water”

Tory rolled her eyes and swam toward me, pausing to look me square in the eyes. Hers were hazel, to the point where you couldn’t tell if they were green or blue…. Her nose was a little long for her face, yet her lips were shapely, and she had this girl next door kind of cuteness… “and there is tons of bacteria living inside your intestines… It’s natural… Honestly Kierra. You were the one that said you wanted to start trying new things.. To not hold yourself vack.”

I stared at her… grudgingly I admitted that she was right. I chewed my lip. “Turn around” I said as I leaned down to untie my shoes.  I heard Tory snort, yet I was pleased when I looked up her head was turned. She was a gentlewoman.

“You don’t have anything I haven’t seen.”

I snorted. “Just the same I don’t think you’ve seen things in these proportions”  I highly doubted it. She was the type of lesbian that went out with skinny girls who looked like dolls and wore make up all the time. On a good day I could pull of makeup.. Most days I went natural, and at times I went through long periods of wearing running shorts and a loos shirt.  I shook my head and kicked off my shoes, then wiggled out of my jeans.

“My last girlfriend was a size 10”

“I haven’t worn a ten since I was 14” I grunted and removed my shirt. I wasn’t going to take off the underwear. I didn’t know her THAT well. I heard her mumbled something. “Hold on I’m going in” I winced as I ran and jumped into the water. It was chill, yet not freezing and yet the entire sensation shocked my system. I felt the familiar pulling, sinking sensation when you initially dive into a pool, then I peddled my way up with my hands and took in a lung full of air when I reached the surface.  “Ha! There!” I shouted at Tory, moving toward her with enough grace that I didn’t make an ass of myself. “What were you saying?”

Her mouth was tight with concentration when she looked at me, and she lifted her hand… instinctively, I winced, yet she continued, pushing a curl from my face. “I said I think you’re beautiful as you are.” She said, pulling her hand away.

Her words sent an unusual flutter into my chest and down into my tummy. “Oh “ I said, failing words.  “Well… thank you” I said, feeling awkward.

Something darkened her eyes that I couldn’t fathom and she leaned toward me, then stopped, midway and reverted to her original position. “I’m sorry.”

“Huh?” I said. “For what?”

Silence hung in the air and I could see Tory debating over her next words. Then she sighed as if in acceptance and said “I wanted to kiss you. I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable…”

“I wouldn’t have objected” I broke in, surprising myself. There was another long, waited silence, and we just stared at each other.  In time, my nervousness  won out and I looked away, glancing up in the sky. There was a fat, southern moon hanging up in the sky. What was I thinking? She wasn’t serious… I mean Tory hadn’t exactly asked me out on a date anyway. We just sort of… ended up spending the day together. It was far to soon. To even get an idea of what kind of person she was, even Iif I only heard glowing things of her around town.

“Kierra?”

“That moon is huge.” I said , following that train of thought, I turned around. Somehow while I was musing she’d gotten really close.

“Huh?” She said. Her stare was hard now, hard and charged… The coming night made it almost too dark to see, and yet it was just enough to make out shapes

“The moon… “  My voice sounded small to my own ears.

“Oh…” She glanced up. “Yeah that’s a harvest moon alright. Did you mean what you said?”

“Huh?”

Her white teeth shown in a grin, and I rusted out into laughing.

“The kiss part.” She said, and either laughter or nervousness caused her voice to squeak.

“Mmhmm…” I was compelled to honesty. “Who wouldn’t?” I added. There was a sloshing of water and then I saw the flash of her eyes just moments before she kissed me. Her lips pressed against mine, just a gentle pressure, not forceful. My lips parted a little and I could taste her breath. She pulled away slightly, and then I felt her lips again, my eyes fluttered shut, her tongue was moist as it slid into my mouth, and I responded, caressing the silken, damp flesh with my own.

I felt her arms snake around my waist, our chests pressed together, mine dwarfing her smaller pair. I moaned in response, and then, embarrassed by the sudden flush of hot arousal that flooded my system and likely would cause the whole creek to boil, I pulled away from the kiss, and tried to catch some air.

Her hands slacked, and I immediately missed her grip. “Too much?” Her voice was still short of breath and I was stupidly pleased with myself.

I wanted to say no. I did, and yet I didn't want to come off as easy either. I licked my lips. She’d tasted so good, like sweet soda. “A little” I said. “Well? Are we gonna swim or not? “

In answer, she turned and dove into the water.

I sighed, still tingling in places I knew would torment me... and followed her.