Pierce went to Georgetown, I thought. (I found out later that he hadn’t even gone to college.) Anyhow, he seemed pleased, or at least less uncomfortable, and finally we got there.
The first thing Alice did at the club was show me how to find the boy's locker room. I didn’t see anybody I knew there, just a lot of blond-haired guys in racing suits looking at me like I was a Martian or something. They were swatting each other on the ass with rolled-up towels and being very uncool.
When I got to the pool, everybody was going nuts—jumping in and out of the water, screaming, doing cannonballs and A-bombs off the board. They had balloons strung up over the pool and a big sign that read, HAVE A BLAST! I kept looking all over for Alice, but she wasn’t around. I felt pretty uncomfortable, even though I had seen some of the guys I knew, and one or two girls. Most of the kids were strangers.
I was standing near the shallow end squinting toward the board when I spotted Alice. At first I wasn’t sure that it was Alice. But then I was. She didn’t see me at first; she was just standing there, looking around, kind of shy.
My first thought was: what have I done to deserve this? She was wearing a gray, two-piece bathing suit in some kind of stretchy material, and she looked like a Playboy centerfold. God, what a body! She had these very round breasts and wide hips and narrow waist, and long legs with slim ankles. Even with her funny smile, there was something pretty about her standing there, getting splashed.
Whenever some water hit her suit, it darkened in that spot.
And then she did a beautiful thing. She dove into the pool and surfaced with water streaming down her face. She had this very serious look on when she came up. Then she swung back toward the board and snapped herself up over the side. When she stood up with her back to me I thought I was going to flip. The suit was wet and clingy and her
rear was so round and firm and delicious-looking I couldn’t believe it! I swam the distance to her under water, and came up with a big grin. She smiled her beautiful smile.
“I was watching you dive,” I told her. “You looked great!"
“Thanks,” she said. “I like to dive.”
“I like to swim underwater,” I said. “It’s nice and quiet down there. No jerks running into you.”
She didn’t say anything.
“That’s a nice suit, Alice.“
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