It was later in the week after Lisa and Jen helped me study that Christy and her parents came into the restaurant where I waited tables.
"Well hey there, young man," said her father as I approached the table, my eyes frozen on Christy in her blue summer dress.
"Oh hello Mr. and Mrs. Fletcher. Hello Christy," I said as I pulled out my note pad. Holding it in front of my face, I looked at Christy's brown skin under the spaghetti straps of her dress.
Somehow I made small talk about remembered all the specials even as I looked at the way Christy had pulled her hair back to show her long neck. I made nice with her stepmother, who seemed like she was maybe five years older than Christy.
But Christy said almost nothing, except to order the vegetarian lasagna and remind her father she didn't drink and wasn't old enough to order wine anyway.
We were straight out in the dinner rush that night, but I kept looking over to their table. Christy looked super bored but never seemed to warm up even as I brought over the meal, dessert and the bill.
"It was good to see you, Warren," her father said as he wrote in a pretty decent tip on the credit card slip. "I bet you are going to see more of Christy soon β we are dropping her off to spend the night with your sister."
The shift could not end quickly enough after that, even though I made about $200 for the night.
When I got home my clothes were sweaty and greasy and the house was dark. There was no sound inside β my parents were gone for the weekend and I figured Christy and Erica went out too.
Only after I showered did I look outside and see someone partially in the light by the jacuzzi. I was thinking about taking a swim anyway, so I slipped on my suit and a t-shirt and headed out to the patio.
Only when I got within 10 feet did I see the same long ponytail I had been staring at in the restaurant. It was Christy β but where was Erica?
"Hey," said as I approached the table by the tub. "Where's Erica?"
"Passed out. She was shit-faced when I go here."
"Damn, sorry to hear that. You want me to run you home?"
"Why, you don't want me around either?"
That was when I noticed she was in the bikini with blue palm trees and an orange setting sun again β the same one that had me thinking of her and jerking off before Lisa caught me.
"Who says I don't want you around?" I asked as I pulled up a chair and sat next to her. "I just figured you would be bored here with me."
"I don't think Lisa and Jen were bored."
"Oh shit, they told, didn't they."
"They didn't have to, we could hear all of you. Lisa especially, but you were pretty loud, too."
What the hell could I say? I knew I couldn't tell her I was thinking about her when I got it on with two of her friends.
"Look, I've had a long day β I'm gonna soak in the tub," I said, and got up to turn on the jets. "You want to join me?"
"You don't mind?"
I stepped to the edge of the tub β it dropped away from the patio on one side and bordered the pool. "Come on in, it's very relaxing," I said as I settled back.
My view was perfect to see her long athletic frame, curved slightly to soften her angles. She walked over, the orange of her bikini shimmering in the moonlight, and dipped her foot into the water.