She looked at me and her cheeks became pink as well. "You're amazing," was all she said. Was she checking me out? Her eyes seemed to wander along my legs. I couldn't blush any harder at this point. "I'm Susana. Susana Kim," she said.
"M-Y."
There was that look again I've been hit on enough to catch the glances, but I knew there was no chance I had just gotten in a race with the world's hottest lesbian. I bottled up the hopes and pushed them back down. Instead, I merely pointed at the sidewalk to indicate I wanted to keep walking with her.
"Do you jog here a lot?" she asked.
"Twice a week."
"Four times here, but usually mid-morning. I had to change times today."
I looked up to see the red glow of a sunset as the sun disappeared behind the mountains to the west. The surfers were packing their boards up to call it a night. I loved this time. "Isn't it too hot then?"
"I like the sun on my skin."
And my tongue? I wanted to ask, but kept silent. I finally got out, "Do you go to the University?"
"Graduated a couple of years ago, which was a bit early. You?"
"10 years ago."
She seemed to stumble a little. "What? At 15?"
"Very funny."
"No really."
"At 22."
"Huh. I was debating if you were 25 or 26 when I was running behind you."
"You're very kind," I managed.
"Maybe you just have a great ass."
I couldn't help but raise my eyebrows at that. She saw my expression and giggled. "Oh well! I knew you'd be straight, but I had to test it. Don't take offense."
My heart started thumping. And I thought it was beating hard when I was running! That was nothing compared to this. When running, I made my mind focus on the task at hand. But now, when my angel was hitting on me, I couldn't think clearly at all.
I lowered my head and then quietly said, "Actually, I'm not."
She stopped in her tracks and turned to me. I just looked up at her with my hands on my knees still breathing. She seemed to be searching my eyes for something. I watched a droplet of sweat roll along the curve of her neck.
"Not what?" she asked. I don't think she believed what I'd said.
"I'm not straight," I told her simply, raising my hands from my knees and walking beside her.
"Huh," she said and without a further word we started walking again.
"Does that surprise you?" I asked.
"I just don't trust my luck," she returned.
"We just met."
"I know."
"I love those red shorts, by the way," I said and felt my eyes twinkle with mischief.
"Oh?"
"Uh-huh."
"When you were running ahead of me, I absolutely hated your shorts."
I looked at my plain blue cotton running shorts that stopped about mid-thigh. She was right. They were kind of boring.
"Yeah, they were in the way of what I really wanted to look at," she finished.
Oh my, I thought. This was her second mention of my cute rear already. Maybe swimming was helping me out more than I realized.
"You're very forward," I replied.
"I know." She actually sounded a bit chastened. This woman was a really curious mix of self-confidence and sensitivity. "It gets me in trouble a lot."
I took her hand in mine. "I like it."
We walked in silence for a minute hand-in-hand. I felt drops of sweat from our arms periodically slide over our fingers and on to the sidewalk below. After a bit she quietly asked, "Are you seeing anyone?"
"No," I answered and felt my voice break. I could sense our hands slowly caressing one another, unable to stop our bodies from touching. "You?" I asked.
"Uh-uh."
We continued walking. Our blood was pumping through our bodies, heating us up. I love good exercise.
Our hands began to wander more. Her hand would grasp mine as if she intended to not let it move, but then it would move beyond her control and touch the slip of stomach that my top didn't cover. My hand also moved of its own accord along her back before I took it away again. But when the hands were together, they kept sliding up and down one another, unable to stay still.
"Where are you going now?" she asked.
"Car lot by the beach. You?"
"Bus."
"Oh. That's just past, right?"
"Yes."
I noticed our breathing getting shallower. The tension between the two of us was becoming unbearable.
"M-Y?"
"Yes?"
"I'm leaving the islands next week. Grad school at Berkeley."
I closed my eyes, not letting the information overwhelm me. There goes another one, I thought.
"Unless you don't want me to go," she continued.
I froze. In her sexual excitement, she was willing to give up Berkeley to pursue something with me, a woman she had just met. It was crazy! This was just lust, wasn't it? It wasn't logical for it to be anything more. I tried to calm the thoughts running through my mind. It was my job to be the older one here; to tell her what was proper.
I took both her hands in mine and leaned forward to kiss her lips tenderly. Our lips brushed against one another, warm and inviting. I felt her breath on my face as I moved my head back from the soft kiss.
"I feel the same way," I answered, "but you must go. It's not just feelings. There's all sort of other things in our lives we have to think about. I would be devastated to take you away from that. I am guessing it is something you have been working towards for years." She put her head down slowly. "I won't ask that of you," I insisted.
We started walking again. The sun was down now and fewer people were around. The heat of the day was gone, but I felt no relief at the moment, because my heart was on fire.
She leaned over as we walked and kissed the side of my face. "We have a week though."
I smiled. "Yes, we do."
"That's 188 hours."
"Mmm," I agreed. "I won't calculate the minutes."
"It's a lot."
"Yes, it is." Almost grinning now.
"You can do a lot in a week."
"You can do a lot in an hour with the right person."
"I have an hour right now," she said clutching my hand tight.
"I've got as many hours as you can give me," I let her know.
"I've wanted you since I saw your cute little butt in front of me." Her delightful aggressiveness was back.
"I thought you were a dream when you came around that corner."
"I have an idea," she said, pulling me towards the beach. I followed happily, not sure what she had in mind, but if she had any one of the thousands of ideas I had right then, then I was about to be the happiest woman on the planet. Half way there she stopped and unlaced her running shoes. I copied her and soon we were barefoot, walking, then skipping, then running hand in hand through the grass to the beach.
We hit the beach laughing. I pulled her into the ocean, the cool water lapping at our ankles and then turned to her again. Our lips met and this time there was no hesitation––only passion. Passion that we only had a week. Passion that we had just met. Passion that what we had hoped for on first sight was becoming reality. We held each other's hands, as our lips tasted one another, as if we might explore the other person's heart by exploring their bodies.
After several minutes we pulled back. I wanted her more than anything, but as I looked around, there were still many tourists along the beach. My dream of making love to her on the sand would have to wait. She saw me looking at the interfering tourists and smiled. "Remember, I had an idea. Follow."
She led me a little ways down and then began to ascend the steps of one of the orange lifeguard stations.
The steps lead up to a flat second floor where the lifeguard would sit to watch the swimmers. Behind that flat area were two doors not three feet tall that closed off a small space behind it that was semi-private. It wasn't locked and Susana pulled me into the little room.
"People can see us," I told her.
"Not if we lay on the floor," she responded with a grin and lay back on to the wooden planks, holding her arms out for me. I looked out to see some people strolling a little ways away. I wasn't really an exhibitionist! Then I looked down at her looking up at me hopefully, and there was no way I was passing this up. I descended to the floor on top of her and our lips met again. This time we kissed in earnest.
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