make me purr

No, never fear, my dear causticj36, I’m here… Just sitting back, remembering some of my wilder adventures…and while doing that, letting my fingers do the walking…

     I was planning on moving soon, to join my boyfriend on the other side of the country.  For now, though, just for the summer, I was a waitress at a little restaurant  high up in the mountains.  The work wasn’t that difficult, though I suppose had I stayed through the winter the traffic would have increased. My coworkers were all young and good-looking, both the boys and the girls, and if not the brightest bulbs on the tree, at least ..enthusiastic…

     One of the perks of working there was a free dinner and a free pint of locally brewed beer at the end of my shift. I usually didn’t partake of the beer, since I had a long drive home.  Sometimes I would, on the weekends. This was a Saturday night. The place had been dead for hours, and we were all sitting around. The manager closed up a little early, and started buying us shots.  Pretty soon we decided that serving ourselves was too much like work, so we finished up and left for the other bar in town.

   It was a very small town.

   While we were there, we ran into one of the park and rec guys.  We bought him a few shots, and after a bit of flirting, he succumbed to the suggestion that we go skinny-dipping in the pool. The manager went back to the restaurant and bought a few bottles, and the bunch of us headed over to the nice, indoor pool. There was some steam rising off it, obscuring my now naked coworkers, boss, park and rec guy, and a few other bar patrons we’d picked up along the way. Someone handed me a beer, and a cigarette, and I waded over to the shallow end, trying to keep both out of the water. 

     I could hear the giggles and the splashes from my little corner of the pool, a few high squeaks of surprise, the sounds of bottles being opened…Here and there I saw the flash of a lighter for a few moments, and the glow of an ember.  I kept to the edge of the pool, repeating all the while to myself that I was seeing someone – that I was moving soon – that I should stay faithful.  Eventually I found the hot tub, and a few people were in there, chatting and smoking and drinking. I joined them, and leaned back against a low jet.  I knew at least a couple of those people were messing around under the froth of the bubbles.  I didn’t really care. The steam kept blowing around, and the beer kept flowing. I felt a couple of hands explore my knees and thighs, one from one direction, and one from the other direction a few minutes later. I pushed them away – but the hot jet of water wasn’t a hand. I turned and leaned against it so that it was even more relaxing, closed my eyes, drank my beer, and simply listened to the goings-on all around me.  The heat of the water had already reddened my face, and since I was facing away from the center, no one saw me bite my lip trying to stay quiet.