A Kiss in The Pool
We kissed in the pool, our hands making easy work of our bathing suits.
No friends, no parents, no noise, it was only summer. The breeze was cooler than the water and her lips tasted of coconut.
She laughed before holding her breath and sinking beneath the surface; I followed behind, drifting down to the cold. Bubbles, breasts, and we could barely see, the sun not quite high enough in the sky.