Instead we were friends.Instead we were friends. I was resigned to that doom. Cindy and I talk alot about relationships between guys and girls. She was no virgin and let me know it. I, in defense, said that I was a virgin and was waiting for someone I cared. She agreed with me and said that her first time was with someone she cared about. This discussion went round and round alot since we critiqued each other's dates as well as the ongoing courtships between lifeguards. Never though, did we discuss any techniques of lovemaking, that was too personal. Or at least so I felt. We did, though, talk about Chris, a first-year lifeguard chasing any and every bikini, and Sandra, the local bed-anything-on-two-legs Amazon. Cindy and I were talking about them one day in June under the concession stand when Annalyn went by crying. "Can you believe what Chris and Sandra did last night at the party?" Cindy asked. "What did they do?", I asked, "I hadn't heard yet." "Well, what I heard was that she took him out to the bushes and did it there!", she exclaimed. "Really? Why not just go to some motel that rents by the hour and do it there?", I asked. "Actually I wondered why they didn't just go into one of the unused bedrooms and do it." "Probably because it wasn't their house and they didn't want to cause a stink.", I said with a smile noting my own little joke. "With her, you are probably right.", Cindy said with a small laugh. "Wow, what's up with her?" "Who?" "Annalyn." Cindy said. "No, not there, over there by the tent." She pointed to the green tent under which people could rest keeping the sun off of them. "She just ran by crying. Looks like she is headed towards the front. |