Lagoon

You push through the brush and find you've overshot your mark, but stumbled onto a small lagoon in the process. You kneel at the water, scooping up a handful and drawing it into your mouth. "It's good," you say, looking back at Kate.

You pull out your water bottles and submerge them, letting them fill as Kate kneels down beside you. She, too, pulls out a bottle and lets it fill in the water. "It's beautiful," she says, looking around.

And she's right. The water is coming in from higher ground, cascading down a series of volcanic rocks before pooling in the lagoon. The canopy here is dense, offering shade from the tropical sun, cooling the waters within. You, however, are more intent on unpacking your bag, removing a few items of clothing a few small bottles.

"What's that?" she asks, looking down at you.

"This," you say, "is laundry...and a shower."

Her eyes grow wide, her excitement palpable. "You...you have soap?"

You nod. "Laundry detergent, a bar of soap, shampoo...the works."

She kneels down, looking over your shoulder at the now-precious goods in your hands. "How...um...how much do you have?"

"Not a lot," you say. "Three ounces, you know? But, it's enough for a few showers, a few clothes," you say, looking up at her. She looks hesitant, but you know what's on her mind. Handing her the bar of soap and the shampoo, you say, "Why don't you shower first. I'll go downstream and start washing."

"I--are you sure!?!" she asks, shocked, but clearly elated at your offer.

You nod. "Just save some for me..."

She smiles, nearly squealing as she takes the bottles and begins to trot off.

"Um--" you stop her, and turn your head. "Look, if you wanted those cleaned for when you're done..." you open your palm.

She laughs again. "What are you, ten?" She moves around in front of you, peeling off her tank top, revealing her slender torso and a dark purple bra covering her small symmetrical tits. "You have seen a bra before, haven't you?"

"A few," you say, grabbing her shirt as she hands it too you. She soon wiggles out of her jeans, revealing a red pair of boy shorts, before diving into the water, bottle and soap carefully stowed in her hands. You meanwhile, move downstream, washing against the rocks as you'd been taught by your scoutmaster years ago. You never dreamed it was a skill you'd actually put to use.