GB96 s2 - Time on your hands

Lying naked next to Stef and sharing a cigarette is getting familiar, but it’s not getting old. Stef puts one foot over you. Then more of her leg, bumping you with her hip. You aren’t sure what she’s up to, so you just lie there and puff. You pass her the cigarette and she looks at your alarm clock.

“God,” she says. “We have all this time.”

You snort. She has a point. How quickly you got used to working so much. Is this adulthood?

Stef looks over at you. You return her gaze. She’s so cute all relaxed like this. It’s very different from her usual wound-up self. And her little soft cock lying there is adorable.

“You need to shave down there you fucking slob,” you murmur, and she bursts out laughing, almost dropping the cigarette. She snorts and takes a puff, then glances down self-consciously.

“I do,” she admits. “Sorry, babe.”

“I forgive you.” You reach over and run your hands through the dark, scraggly hairs.

She’s looking at you again.

“It’s hot out there. Lots of sun,” she says suggestively.

The pool is, of course, the place to be in Gurlberg in the summer. For serious working professionals like you and Stef, it’s only on weekends. This is your first time all summer getting there on a weekday, and it’s a completely different crowd.

The trouble with having penises is that swimsuits are tricky and you can’t get in the water, but you aren’t here for the water. You and Stef grab lounge chairs near the corner of the pool as tons of people splash around, lie in the sun, and play. Music blares from the boombox beside the lifeguard’s perch. Just another summer day.

You and Stef wear matching Daisy Dukes to hide your packages and red bikini tops. You have identical KISS beach towels and bottles of Pepsi. You’re all set. You get comfortable and take turns applying suntan lotion to each other, seeing who’s around. Since you started getting closer, you haven’t spent as much time with your other friends. Stef’s the same. You’re always together these days.

Well, there’s one other person.

Ellen comes dashing through the gate and over to you guys.

“Sorry,” she says. “Sorry I’m late.”

Late? It’s the pool. Ellen’s always like this. Always nervous. That’s why you invite her to hang out with you and Stef all the time. You’re hoping she’ll loosen up a bit. Enjoy life a little. She’s always by herself, and she has no confidence. That’s why she’s wearing a flannel shirt and baggy shorts on a summer day.

You and Stef shrug at her. There aren’t any more free loungers, so you scoot to make room on yours. She shyly joins you, and you hand her your Pepsi.

“Shouldn’t you guys be at work?” she asks.

“We got off early. Employees of the month,” Stef says, squinting at her toes. You painted them for her. She wiggles them, then kicks off her flip-flops.

You notice Ellen staring at someone. You take a look as well. A girl is lying facedown on a lounger nearby in a black bikini. Ellen’s eyes are glued firmly to this girl’s flawlessly presented booty. You know by now that Ellen has a dick like you and Stef. That’s the other reason that you keep her around. You’re the only three that you know of in Gurlberg. You have to look out for each other because Florida isn’t the best place to be queer, let alone physically different.

“You should talk to her,” you say to Ellen, who blushes and looks away.

“Holy,” Stef says, sitting up. “Shit.”

You turn to look where she’s looking, and your breath catches. You reach up and take off your sunglasses, eyes widening.

A girl is emerging from the changing rooms. She’s not quite as tall as you are, but she’s twice the woman. Her hips and breasts sway hypnotically in her blue and white bikini. Her blonde hair shines so brightly that it’s like the sun. She’s putting on her sunglasses, carrying a towel with a bottle of lotion stuck in it.

You, Stef, and Ellen stare at her, rapt, as she walks past without noticing you.

There are some hot girls in Gurlberg, like Lily and Mary. But this is no girl.

This is an angel.