KD - Chapter 9

“Yeah, but she’s…” Roonie says shyly, looking away.

You put your phone away and sigh, rubbing her back.

“I can’t tell you what to do. I’m not your mom. But it’s pitch black in the dead of night in the middle of nowhere,” you say, pointing up at the sky, which is full of stars because it’s really damn dark away from the city. “I’m just a maid. And I’m going to go skinny dip with them. You’re a real player. You belong there. If I’m not afraid, why are you?”

“Um,” she says.

You were never the cool girl, exactly… but unlike Riley, you were not a total loser. You were always one of the cool girls. Having big boobs didn’t hurt. You always kind of took it for granted. Now, looking at Roonie, you look back on it a little differently.

At any rate, you understand the power of peer pressure. You put your hand out.

“You coming?” you ask.

It’s dark, but you don’t need the light to tell you that Roonie is blushing.

Sometimes every shy girl needs that cool girl to come along and give her a push. You never thought of yourself as that cool girl, but apparently it’s your time to give something back to society.

Roonie doesn’t take your hand, but she does step forward.

“OK,” she says nervously. “It is pretty dark, right?”

“Hella dark,” you assure her, hurrying off in the direction that you saw the lights go. Skinny dipping wasn’t in your plans for tonight, but you came here to embrace that side of yourself, so why not?

You snatch her hand and dash off into the woods. It takes a few awkward minutes to find the lights again, but once you hear the splashing and laughing, you know you have the right place. The pond is pretty big, and the bank is covered in clothing. Lots of girls are in the water, but it’s hard to see anything. That’s for the best…

You and Roonie stop. She’s looking at you uncertainly.

God… she needs more help. There’s nothing else you can say. Either she’ll take her shot or she won’t. She’s so much like Riley.

“Hate to miss out on this,” you say as you pull your shirt over your head.

“Oh my god,” she frets, looking away as your sports bra comes into view. You take that off too, letting the girls bounce free. Now you have to act cool a little bit. You’re obviously a lot cooler than this girl, but you still aren’t super used to just flashing your boobs and in fact everything out in the open like this.

But by god, you’re going to act like you are.

Your sports bra joins your polo shirt on the ground, then you’re taking down your shorts and underwear. Roonie is not good at pretending that she’s not looking. The rest is up to her.

Naked, you shrug at her, your jugs bouncing. “Coming or not?” With that, you head down to the water and wade in, staying in the dark. You swim toward the other girls, who are fucking around and laughing, not really doing much, just enjoying the cool water against the muggy heat of the summer night.

You glance back. Roonie, now nude and covering herself, hustles into the water. See? You were right. Everything is fine. Nobody noticed anything, and even if they did, they’d love it.

Now submerged, Roonie swims toward you. Girls are splashing around everywhere. They don’t even notice that you aren’t one of them. As in, you aren’t a player. You’re just another girl having fun in the water.

You spot Roonie and splash her, then beckon her to come closer to the big cluster of idiots, who are all trying to tread water, splash each other, and keep bottles of beer out of the lake at the same time. Morons.

Suddenly someone touches you from behind, grabbing your hip and spinning you around.

You find yourself face to face and boob to boob with a strong, but beautiful face. Intense eyes, and dark, wet hair. Wide, shocked eyes.

“Oh,” the girl says, pulling back, away from you. “I am sorry. You are not who I thought.”

You smile at Adella. That’s who this is. No makeup, and her hair is wet—but it’s her.

“I’m sorry,” she says again.

“OK,” you reply. She swims away. For a second there she’d been about to… what? Pull you in for a kiss? Whoa. As misunderstandings go, that’s… interesting. Glowing and tingling, you look around for Roonie, who is off away from everyone else.

Ugh… you have to do the right thing. You swim over to her to keep her company.

“See?” you say. “It’s easy.”

“It kind of is,” she admits, blushing. “I’m glad I’m here.”

You both turn to see two girls getting out of the water and going up onto the bank: one white and one with dark skin. The white one is small and slim, and the other is tall and ripped. Roonie stares at them pitifully.

“Good spank bank stuff, huh?” you say.

“Shhh,” she says, embarrassed.

You laugh. Roonie is so cute.

Dear diary,

It’s your girl. No more of this shit about me being a terrible slutty bad person for coming here. I’m doing good things and getting nothing in return. This chick is literally Riley and I helped her out of her shell tonight. It’s all good. A little skinny dipping at FUTA. Shit, I’ll be able to tell my grandkids that Adella from FUTA tried to feel me up under the water in a pond in Florida. LOL. She said she had the wrong person. Who was she after? I guess some other redhead.

I just wish I could’ve gotten some of that beer.