Taking a swim in the pool.

Originally written by Word Smith at writing.com

with a swim. Even though it was still early in the day, the temperature already was hot, and the pool look cool and inviting.

After a quick check to make sure that her towel was secure, Lucy turned and headed toward the pool.

"Hello," a male voice said into her hear, and Lucy knew it was talking to her.

Lucy turned to see who was speaking. He was about her age, or slightly older. One to two years different at the most. He had short, but untidy black hair and a goatee. He was several inches taller than she was, and buff, with broad shoulders, muscular arms, well-defined pecs, and the sort of stomach you get from hundreds or even thousands of crunches. Wow, Lucy thought when she saw him. He was dressed in red and white board shorts.

"Hello," he said again. He held out his hand. "I'm Kyle."

"Lucy," Lucy said, taking his hand.

"So, what do you think of the ship so far?"

Lucy shrugged, aware of what the movement did to her chest, and aware of how much attention Kyle was paying to the motion. "I haven't seen much of it, yet. It looks like a nice ship."

"I think you'll like it," Kyle said.

"I like it so far."

As Lucy and Kyle talked, neither of them noticed a woman, a blonde of about Lucy's age, but taller and curvier, with a bigger chest, glaring at them. Her name was Casey, she was Kyles' girlfriend, and she didn't take kindly to him talking to other girls when she was with him. She took even less kindly to the girls he talked to leading him on.

Lucy talked to Kyle for several minutes, but started to lose interest in him when she learned that he had a girlfriend. As soon as she could, she made a polite withdrawal, accompanied by some words that could be a promise to call him, but might not be, and headed to the pool.