stands on shifting sands, the scales held in her hands

[justsookie]

One of the rules that I generally live by is that it's criminal to waste a good bathing suit. They're kind of like shoes — it's really hard to find one that fits in a flattering way, and sometimes also difficult to find the right color for your complexion. Human bodies aren't really designed to be perfect, and even if I bought into the idea that people shouldn't mind those imperfections, that didn't mean that I wouldn't try to dress myself up. Fashion's all about emphasizing your best features.

So when I'd found a cute little set with cherries and blossoms speckled all over, clearly that meant my day would be devoted to both laying on the beach and taking a dip in the water. And for the latter, I headed to the waterfall by the Compound, one of the things Louisiana really didn't have too many of. The water was almost unbelievably clean, not at all murky like the marsh ponds I was accustomed to. With a stifled laugh, I ended up taking a running start, tucked into a cannonball, and splashed right in.

In that moment, it was sorta hard to keep my mind on any of my greater worries. I guess a lot of stereotypes really do have some truth in them.

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[dichotomos]

Swimming had never been my thing. Even as a kid, even temporarily lodged in places with beaches or ponds or pools, I'd never been much for it. Being in water made you more vulnerable than out, and personal experience being nearly drowned by over-zealous mummies aside, I knew better. Water was like elevators that way.

That said, I was still very much a guy, and a young one at that. I'd discovered that going without sex was much more difficult after losing your cherry, and there was a (very small, practically minuscule) part of me that (almost) wished I hadn't lost mine, if only so I wouldn't know what I was missing. As it was, I was at least partially under the influence of a dick on a mission I sure as fuck wasn't going to let it accomplish. Not that it mattered to said dick any. I spied a pretty girl in a bikini and the thing was practically like a divining rod.

Settling down onto one of the boulders surrounding the pool, I peered down at Sookie, who was clearly enjoying herself and unfortunately mostly obscured by the constant ripple of the water. "Aren't you supposed to bring a buddy when you swim?" I asked with a cant of my head. "I thought that was a rule."