"Why is it so hot today?"
I know complaining is pretty unattractive, especially for a guy, but I couldn't help it. Today's weather got to a scorching 107 degrees and it's barely eleven in the morning. I don't know how we were going to make it any further along the street before we melted into the concrete from this infernal weather.
"Why did you have to break your car?" asked Janet, obviously disconcerted by the weather too.
She was sitting on the handle bars of my bike while I sat on the seat pedaling the two mile distance between our houses. Three days ago I had been celebrating my eighteenth birthday with my buddies and ended up blowing my clutch, which meant a car-free weekend. If I had known I would have to resort back to riding my bike just to hang out with Janet, I think I would have been slightly less carefree. The lack of A/C was definitely getting to the both of us and we had barely been riding for fifteen minutes.
Janet and I have known each other since we were twelve years old as new-comers to the same community. I had accidentally ran into her on my bike and instead of yelling at me she just laughed it off and gave a helping hand. Ever since that day we spent the rest of the summer taking turns at each other's houses, mainly spending time at my house since I had a pool. So we continued this tradition every summer, with each summer being more fun than the last. This summer was different though because it was our last summer together before we leave for college. She got accepted to Brown and I decided Stanford would work out for me. We have been trying not to make a big deal out of not seeing each other at the same school--even though we always hung out with different people--anymore, but we could definitely feel the hints of separation now that we only had a few more weeks left to just hang out.
"Scott are you even listening to me?" asked Janet as she turned to face me.
It wasn't until her shifted body weight got the best of the bike that I snapped out of my train of thought and tried to catch hold of the bike before it fell. I had no such luck which resulted in Janet jumping off of the bike so I wouldn't get too scraped up when i hit the ground.
"Nice job genius," she said sarcastically.
"I would've been fine if your fatass didn't screw up the rhythm of the bike!" I retorted in the same sarcastic tone, flashing her a smile to show I was kidding around.
"Oh well, at least we can walk from here since your house is like right there," she said and began sprinting down the street leaving me to check up on myself and the bike.
When I finally did make it up my driveway I tossed my bike to the side of the garage against the wall and hurried inside to see that Janet had already turned the music on and was bouncing around the kitchen getting us each a glass of ice cold lemonade. I walked over to the sliding glass door that led to the backyard and peered out to where the pool was.
"Hey," I shouted over my shoulder, "it looks like the pool guy's done cleaning the pool!" And I walked to the counter so I wouldn't have to keep yelling. "So I'm going to head upstairs and change into my trunks. You okay down here?"
"Yeah I'll be fine, I'll just get these two glasses onto some trays and head on out to the backyard since I'm already in my suit," she replied.
I gave her a small nod on the head and bounded up the stairs two steps at a time to not keep the pool waiting. When I got to my room I stripped down as fast as I could, grabbed my white and dark blue trunks and pulled them on. I did a quick one-over at the mirror to make sure the trunks fit fine. They seemed to be okay for being a year old and I couldn't help but look at myself. I wasn't too bad looking if I had to say so myself. I was 5'10" with an athletic body, thanks to varsity soccer, and a nice tan. I spotted the bottle of sun block at the foot of the mirror and bent to get it since I should definitely block my skin from the hot sun. The trunks stretched a bit over my ass when I bent down; I guess they were a bit tighter than I thought. I had better be careful not to get too excited over Janet's body or she might actually see my hard-on through these things. Over the past few years Janet's definitely filled out in all the right places, which had me stealing glances every chance I could get.
Uh oh. My cock was already starting to perk up at just the mere thought of Janet, I better control my thoughts or we'd have a pretty awkward situation on our hands. I shook off all my stray thoughts, grabbed two towels and headed back downstairs. Janet was already outside drinking her lemonade when I got downstairs so I just continued my way outside.
"Oh good you're finally down here," she said once I jumped down into a lounge chair, "the water looks so inviting."