Santana took a deep breath. The air was thick and humid, but she didn't mind. The girl got in her car and started the engine, hissing and cursing as her bare thighs hit the hot leather seats. Well, more than just her thighs. Santana wore nothing but a sparkle blue string bikini, made up of three triangles that just barely covered her privates. She dropped her beach bag into the seat beside her and headed towards the public pool.
Santana figured Brittany would be spending most of her summer with Artie. That's fine, she thought to herself, because I'm taking this summer to get over this... thing.
Her plan was simple. Go to the public pool. Meet a particularly hot guy. Have sex with him. Santana loved the thrill of exploring a complete stranger's body, and she hoped this little outing would remind her of the days when getting plowed into a mattress by some sweaty man was all she was looking for in a partner.
It didn't take long to reach the pool. As soon as Santana walked in, every male eye turned to gawk at her flawless figure. Every curve was in the right place, the skin was tight and tanned to its naturally warm tone. She walked up to a reclining chair in the shade of a tree and smiled sweetly at the man who sat there.
"Oh, you wouldn't make a young lady stand on her feet all day, would you?" He sputtered at her words and grinned sheepishly before grabbing all of his possessions and running across the pool to a group of guys. Santana chose to ignore them and flip through her magazine while they pointed at her and each gave their friend a high five.
Santana had only hit page fifteen in her Cosmopolitan when one of those guys came up to her. "Hey," he said, running his large hands through the mop of curly hair on his head. He had piercing blue eyes and a square chin with a tiny cleft in it. Santana shrugged and gave him a noncommittal grunt, knowing that he was handsome enough but trying not to appear too easy. "What're you reading?"
"Well, I was reading a magazine," she said slowly. "Some stranger came over and interrupted me though."
He chuckled and sat on the foot of her chair. Some little kids ran around behind his back, momentarily distracting her. By the time Santana's gaze returned to the boy, he had scooted very close to her and put his hand on her thigh. "My name's Todd."
"That's nice," she said before looking at the magazine again. She was already becoming weary of her plan. Maybe she didn't want to do this...
It seemed like this guy wouldn't take no for an answer though.
"So what brings you to the pool?" he asked with fake interest.
"Clearly it wasn't to have a quiet place to read. I think I'm gonna go." She tried to get up, but the pressure on her thigh increased.
"Come on now," he said slyly. "No one goes out in public looking like that if they don't plan on picking someone up."
Santana pursed her lips. It was true, that's exactly what she came here to do. No harm could come from following through with this, right?
"What's your name?" Todd asked, moving even closer now.
Santana shifted uncomfortably in her tiny bikini. "Tina," she lied.
"Tina. That's a pretty name." Todd was drawing circles on Santana's dark legs. "Pretty name for a pretty girl."
She let out a huff. "Are you gonna make a move or not?" she asked impatiently.
Todd smirked, taking her hand in his own. Santana didn't think about Brittany's soft hands as Todd's rough ones held hers.
She didn't think about the way Brittany's lips were soft and sweet, not salty and chapped like these ones.
As the boy's weight pressed against her, pushing her into the backseat of her car, she didn't think about the way Brittany's soft breasts would be cushioned against hers.
When rough hands with unkempt fingernails yanked at her bikini, not a single thought crossed her mind about Brittany's gentle touch and manicured tips.
But when something entered her, hard and foreign despite the many times she had done this, nothing was on her mind but the little things that made her love Brittany to no end.
