Page 6 of Sunsets at Seaside
She felt the woman’s eyes on her as she walked into the pool and sank beneath the water. When she broke the surface, she saw three more women, wearing sundresses, coming through the gate, carrying colorful plastic wineglasses and towels. They were holding on to one another and laughing like best friends. They looked like they knew how to have a good time.
A skinny blonde looked over and waved.
“Hi,” Jessica said as the blonde walked past.
The brunette couldn’t have been five feet tall. She flashed a friendly smile as she peered around the skinny blonde’s back.
“Hi. I’m Jenna.”
“Hi. I’m Jessica. I’m renting up there.” She pointed to the apartment she was renting on the second floor of the only large house in the community.
“We know,” the skinny blonde said. “I’m Amy, and this is Bella.” She pointed to the tall blonde who was laying a towel out on a lounge chair by Jessica’s.
Bella waved over her head without turning around.
Jessica got out of the pool, feeling the eyes of all three girls on her.
“Darn it. I forgot my thong,” Bella said.
“Bella,” Amy hissed. “Well, I remembered mine.” She pulled her sundress over her head, and sure enough, she was wearing a pink thong bikini. She turned and wiggled her butt at Bella.
“I cannot believe you wore that. Who are you, and what have you done with my Amy?” Bella waved to the older woman. “Hi, Vera. Did you wear your thong?”
“Bella Abbascia, why, you know Ialwayswear my thong.” Vera winked at Jessica, then returned her attention to the novel she was reading.
Jenna took off her sundress. She could have stopped traffic in her red bikini. She had the largest breasts Jessica had ever seen on such a petite woman, trapped beneath the tiniest bathing suit top. Jessica was sure the wrong move would send the top flying across the pool as if launched by a slingshot.
“I wore my thong. Looks like you’re the odd one out,” Jenna said to Bella.
“Has anyone seen Theresa?” Amy whispered.
Jessica spread her towel on the lounge chair and stretched out on her stomach. “Do you mean Theresa Ottoline? The woman I rent from?”
“Yeah,” Jenna answered.
Jessica pointed at the woman walking through the pool gate. She felt something on her butt and was surprised to see Vera covering it with a towel.
“Stay as you are,” Vera said with a serious tone.
What the heck?
Jessica waved to Theresa. Theresa lifted her chin in response. She’d been curt since Jessica arrived, but at least she usually smiled. Now she walked at a fast pace with her jaw clenched and her shoulders riding just below her ears. Her high-waisted khaki shorts hung nearly to her knees, and her polo shirt was primly buttoned. She had short layered hair, which, in combination with her outfit, looked a bit mannish.
Theresa crossed her arms and stared at Bella, tapping her foot on the concrete deck.
“Hi, Theresa. Here for a swim?” Bella set a pair of big round sunglasses on her nose and leaned back in her chair.
“I think I might.” Theresa wiggled out of her shorts, exposing far too much of her bare, white, cellulite-covered rear end, the tiny triangle of a thong peeking out at the top of her butt crack.
Jessica had no idea what was going on, but she covered her mouth to keep from laughing at the look on Bella’s face.
Jenna and Amy clung to each other’s arms with one hand and stifled their laughter with the other. Bella pressed her lips together, barely suppressing a laugh.
“How about it, Vera?” Theresa yelled across the pool deck. “You up for a Thong Thursday swim?”
Jessica looked up at Vera with wide eyes.
“Oh, I think I’ll spare you the imagery. Thank you, though,” Vera said.
