Another New Story.

CHAPTER ONE

Heat. The muggy pressure was covered the whole town like a blanket of cotton wool. It wasn’t bright, the sun snuck behind the clouds to chuckle as it slowly heated the air to a boil. People wiped their hands across their foreheads, flicking the beads onto the pavement with an exaggerated flourish. Children ran about with an inappropriate amount of clothes on, their heat stroked mothers too tired to care. Fathers loosened their ties in the offices whilst silently cursing the dress code.
Someone lay half hidden next to a gushing river. They were soaked through from their dip in the fresh stream. They took a deep breath, a curved defined chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, gasping at the thick air. She propped herself up on her elbows, watching the river pass by her feet. Staying still in the river was a struggle enough, she couldn’t imagine what it would be like to try and swim against the current or to the other side. A movement in the brushes made her sit up straighter.

“Hello?” She swung her head around the surroundings, peering through the leaves to try and catch sight of the stranger who stood there. She repeated herself.
“Hello?”
“Hello.” A boy emerged from the trees, hanging his head shyly. He scuffed one foot in the dust. He was dressed in cut off jeans and an open shirt. His shirt framed a chest that wasn’t a boy’s but not a man’s either. His hair was too long for him, hanging limply over his eyes. It looked like it was brown usually but the recent sun had lightened it to a dirty blond. He peered out with grey eyes from underneath his heat-limp fringe and looked straight at her chest.
She was in a dress. A very sheer and now very wet dress. She gasped and threw her arms around herself, covering her dignity. He smiled widely and after a moment, she did too.
“I’m sorry.” He said, still smiling.
“It’s okay, I didn’t expect to see anyone.” She kept her arms around herself still.
“Does the water feel good?” He asked, cocking his head to one side and burying his hands her his pockets. She nodded silently and he stood for a moment, taking her in. Then he shrugged off his shirt and it floating to the ground gracefully, it was joins soon by his jeans. Her mouth fell open as he watched him undress and she felt something stir insider her that was unknown. She trembled, partly with fear of what came next and partly down to the feeling she couldn’t place. He turned away from her, thankfully leaving his boxer shorts on. He walked into the water, feeling the coolness reach his calves, then past his thighs. He gasped when it passed his hips and then crouched into the water to fully submerge his body.

He stayed underneath the water, feeling the swell of his breath fight the pressure of the freezing water pushing it out. When he emerged, he pushed his hair back so he could see without the interruption of it. The girl was pretty, breaking into womanhood. Her breasts had been soft and puffy underneath a simple dress, giving no hint as to her background. Her hair was wet but braided to fall over one shoulder and her face was bright and clear, obviously untouched by any trauma or problems. Her blue eyes were light with the innocence of childhood but had the curiosity of a woman. As he watched her, she turned towards him, her full lips pulling tight.
“Who are you?” She asked him in a demanding voice.
“Tobias.” He paused, watching her watching him. “And who are you?” He mimicked her tone.
“I’m Chloe.” He almost laughed at her average name, she was so beyond average and they had only just met.
“How do you do.”
“How do you do.” They smiled at each other.