Warm summer nights were invented for rooftop pools and sweet cocktails. The blackcurrant sky watched overhead as Lola reclined in her lounger, swirling her straw and running a jealous gaze over Christine’s body. Her latest best friend had her eyes closed as she talked, unaware that each of her faults was being enumerated…
“You should have seen his chest, Lola,” Christine said. “Like Michaelangelo’s David.”
Lola smiled, watching the thin fabric of Christine’s bathing suit stretch tight across her flat breasts as she took a breath between sentences. She was barely more than a girl, which might have appealed to Michaelangelo’s David, but real men preferred something more substantial.
Christine opened her eyes and they smiled at each other. “This is beautiful, I can’t believe you live here.” A car horn wailed, but the sound was faintly melodic from this distance, like a note from a church organ.
Lola stretched to place her glass on the table between them, admiring the firm roundness of her own breasts as they squeezed between her arms. Her bikini was designed exclusively in Italy and she had spent long hours examining the way the sheer material complemented her own natural beauty. “I live wherever I want to,” she said. “Every city is my home. My family is every new friend.” She smiled at Christine, who grinned back.
“You’re so lucky.”
They had met at a gallery where a mutual friend was exhibiting his work. Lola knew that Christine was fucking him, and knew why as well. She warmed to her immediately. Christine was Lola twenty years ago.
“You don’t mind that he chose me, do you, Lola?” Christine leaned back and yawned, displaying her slim waist beneath the bathing suit.
“Was Humphrey his name?”
The door to the hotel slid open and a man stepped out onto the poolside, deep in conversation. He didn’t seem to notice Lola or Christine as he talked into his phone. His suit was charcoal-gray, open at the collar and showing just a little chest hair. The suit clung in just the right places. He walked to the edge of the roof and stared out over the skyline toward the dark expanse of the river.
“Lola. Earth to Lola,” Christine whispered.
Lola didn’t rush to avert her gaze. When she did look at Christine, she shrugged, drawing a giggle from the younger girl.
The man in the gray suit stopped talking immediately, although Lola for one hadn’t taken notice of a single word he’d said. She turned back to look at him, making Christine giggle again.
“I’ll call you back.” He put his phone away, closing the case with a snap as he watched them both, peeling away what little clothing they wore with a gaze that could have melted a schoolmistress. “Sorry, ladies, I didn’t see you there.”
Lola measured him up and decided she liked what she saw. Mid-twenties, with skin the color of jazz music. It was Christine who invited him over, while Lola just watched the way he moved beneath his suit.
“Nice to meet you, Christine.” He turned to look at Lola. “Miss…?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Names are so overrated,” Lola said, after a pause. “Don’t you think?”
His easy laugh made Christine irrelevant, and it wasn’t long before she left them alone. Lola would have fucked him on the rooftop, but she knew that Christine was in the room next door to her own so she led him there. She enjoyed his open-mouthed anticipation as she untied her sarong and slipped out of her bikini, pausing for only a moment to run a finger down the line of her pubic hair and along the lips of her labia. His pants stretched tight as his excitement grew, and Lola took her time stripping him.
As he thrust himself into her, again and again, Lola laughed and screamed her pleasure like a hymn to the gods of lust and art and sex. Her voice, she knew, would carry easily through the walls of the hotel.
Nicci Haydon is a young thirty-something living in Cornwall, England, where she spends most of her free time reading fiction and poetry about love, life and sex. She has always written for her own pleasure, but has recently begun sharing some of those creations with the rest of the world. Share thoughts with her on Twitter @NicciHaydon.