I clawed my way to the surface, ready to commit murder on the guilty party.I clawed my way to the surface, ready to commit murder on the guilty party. Air! I sputtered and shook my head, then removed my glasses since they were now more of a hindrance. Squint- ing, I looked up on the deck. Laughter rang in my ears. From Ken, and Kay of course. But there was a distinct note too, one like small bells ringing. Debra! Sure enough, she was standing on the deck, laughing the hardest. Debra is an attractive brunette that Kay and Ken introduced me to a few years ago. We enjoyed each other's company, remaining friends, not lovers. Debra's long hair shook as she laughed, and her hazel eyes sparkled with an impish glee. Debra is slender, especially next to Kay. Some men might call Kay voluptuous, and Debra skinny. I prefer to call Debra lithe, graceful, sensual. She moves like a cat sometimes and that makes her very desirable. Debra has pert breasts and long tapered legs that actually reach the ground! I've lost count of the times I'd fanta- sized about those legs wrapped around my ears. I climbed out of the pool, drenched to the skin. Debra remained a discreet distance away, snickering about how well it all worked. Ken too was laughing, saying it was really hard for him not to start laughing as he saw Debra sneaking up. I began to laugh too, as the last time Debra and I had been together, we were by this same pool when Ken, in mock anger, had started towards me and I backed into Debra, shoving both of us into the pool. The difference then was that we'd both been wearing suits, not street clothes. Back in K & K's apartment, I dropped my boots in the bathroom, then peeled off my clothes. Ken handed a towel through the door, and I handed him a mass of dripping fabric. |