“No.”
“Then football tennis could count as one of your something news.”
“Oh yeah, that’s right. It’s also a challenge for me. I don’t think my limbs know what they’re doing.”
“They seem highly competent to me.”
“Thanks,” I mumbled.
“Just need to think of something else you can stretch yourself with before we go home tomorrow.”
“I’m okay to leave it at this. Our secret game has done its job. My creative juices are flowing again.”
Lily spun the ball on her finger, reminding me of the scene in Top Gun from the eighties. “I’m glad your juices are flowing. We’re still gonna end on a bang though, right?” Lily walked off towards the back of the sandy court marked by various flip-flops and sandals. I watched the back of her as she went, in awe of the way she moved, feeling turned on.
I hoped we would end on a bang, perhaps even in the literal sense. There had been no more mention of skinny-dipping but I had a feeling we would probably end up swimming naked in thesea together tonight. I was open to it but didn’t want to seem too keen. Keep her on her toes and all that.
We played for about twenty minutes. Lily toyed with me like I was a human-size chess-piece. I kind of liked it. She would do about ten tricks when the ball came to her side of the net, gently bouncing the ball off her knee, inside of the foot, head, you name it, before effortlessly placing the ball back on my side of the court where I could in no way reach. I enjoyed looking at her small and perfectly proportioned boobs bounce as she spun her tricks, so there was a very definite upside to this torture, but my staring did not help with my ability to play the game as I was mostly caught off guard all the time. However, I did manage to get a point off Lily. It was a fluke, no doubt, but I celebrated the ball bouncing past her like I’d scored the winning goal in a World Cup final and may even have twisted my ankle a bit during my celebration. Worth it, though.
The rest of the gang barely noticed, most having lost interest in the game or were swimming in the sea. Nell looked like she was sleeping.
“Great shot, Rona.” Lily clapped. “You’re on fire.”
I found her praise seductive. Sexual, actually. At least that’s how I was choosing to take it.
After our game we all had some sweet treats by the towels and talked about where we were all going to go out for the last night of the holiday.
“What about that meat market at the end of the strip?” Nell suggested.
“With all the guys hitting on you?” Bouchra did not sound happy.
Nell shrugged. “I was thinking more of the straight women looking for a holiday fling? Maybe it’s the singleton in me.”
“I’d be up for that,” Lily said.
I scratched my head and looked away, frowning. I clenched my teeth. Jealousy felt as unattractive as it must have looked. I’d told Nell I felt there was something going on between me and Lily. She had every right to suggest what she suggested though. I needed to be realistic here.
“Yeah, it’s a good shout and only fair since we keep going to the main lesbian club. We’ll protect you, little Bouche.” Vicky’s words were always the final ones. She was very definitely the leader of our group.
When everyone else packed up to walk back to the villa, I stayed behind. The beach was starting to thin out, too, with people moving towards getting ready for their evening.
Lily stood next to me. “Are you coming back?”
“I’m going to record the waves before I forget.”
“Oh. Okay. I can stay here with you, and watch your stuff while you go in the water, if you want?”
I was tempted to say she should just go back with everyone else and get ready to pull her straight girl this evening, but I held my tongue, realising how insane that was.
“That would be great, thanks.”
I took my field recorder into the water with me. It was waterproof but I held it up anyway. Lily was sitting up on the beach, her forearms resting on her knees. It looked like she was watching me, but she could’ve been staring off into space. It was hard to tell from this far away.
The water lapped its music again. I couldn’t wait to get back into the studio. This holiday had given me the creative break I’d needed, a fresh head, and loads of ideas. My juices were indeed flowing, and this meant I had to get back to my space, reset, and get to work. I floated on my back and pressed record, letting the waves gently rock under me, andthought of a new sound to go with some lyrics I’d been playing with.
***
The jetty at the bay was sparsely lit with soft lighting now that night had descended. The ridges of the wooden decking massaged my bare feet as I walked along the jetty. The feeling at the bottom of my feet was deeply relaxing. If only it were a real foot massage in a comfortable spa, however. Lily was serious about swimming, naked, and everyone else was too, apparently. Lily had suggested it in the club earlier tonight, daring everyone to end the holiday on a bang. They were up for it. Nutters, the lot of them.
