Laura and me, part 1

LAURA AND ME, PART 1

I’m not sure exactly how it started, since it happened around ten years ago. But it was in the swimming pool in the apartment building where I lived with my mother. I would have been 11 at the time I guess, a very shy child, pretty much a loner, and preferring to be by myself rather than hanging around with a bunch of noisy, giggling girls my own age.

I really missed my dad … He and my mother separated when I was 10 and dad went to live in another state.

I remember going down to the swimming pool one hot day. I was
wearing a Bikini … I used to have a white one and I thought it contrasted nicely with my sun-tanned skin.

On this particular day, the pool was empty, except for me. Most people were at work and it was a hot summer day. I dived into the pool and started to swim around, pretending I was some bathing beauty in a movie or a swimming show.

After several turns around the pool I heard the gate click as someone walked in. It was a woman who lived in the building. I had seen her around a couple of times. She looked like she was in her mid-twenties, with a good body and a nice tan. She was also wearing a Bikini … dark blue, as I recall … and her shapely body was shown off to good advantage by it.

As I looked at her, she smiled at me, so I smiled back. I don’t remember what was said, but I do remember her saying her name was Laura, so I told her my name, Alice. We chatted about everything and nothing for what seemed like ages, until Laura said that she was getting hot in the sun.

“Do you want to come back to my place and have a cool drink?” she asked.

Since I was also pretty hot, I gladly agreed, so we both gathered our towels and left the pool area. Inside the apartment complex it was
quite cool so I wrapped my towel around me.

Laura’s apartment was on the first floor and she opened the door to let us both in.

“What would you like?” she asked. “I’ve got coke, lemonade, orange juice or apple juice.”

“Lemonade would be good,” I answered.

Laura went into the kitchen, opened the fridge and took out a pitcher of lemonade, from which she poured us each a glass, passing one to me as I followed her into the kitchen.

While drinking the lemonade, we continued the conversation we’d been having out at the pool, about stuff like my school, my few friends, my teachers, what I liked at school, what I didn’t like, and so
on.

She also told me a little bit about herself … that she lived by herself and that she worked at a local department store. She also told me she was 22 and worked out at the gym a lot, which explained why she had such a good body.

I’m not too sure what happened next, but we ended up sitting on the couch in just our Bikinis, the damp towels tossed aside, watching some show on daytime television.