WET [Part 4 - New Friends]

My summer at the adults-only water park…

“Honestly, Pete. It’s not even that bad,” I said, looking him up and down. “I don’t know what you’re so worried about. You literally look the same as everyone else.”

“I don’t,” he said, pulling at the sleeve of his uniform. “I look like a fucking dork. Why are all the dudes here so jacked?”

I laughed. “They’re not all jacked,” I said, although he was right–a lot of the men that worked at Azure were kind of meaty. But Pete had started only a few days after me, and I was so glad to no longer be the newest member of staff that I felt a kind of maternal instinct for him. But he was right about the uniform; the shirt made him look more like he was about to sit a final exam than serve guests mimosas. “You’re just noticing the ones who are. It’s confirmation bias.”

“Yeah. Confirmation bias…” He crouched down by the edge of the bushes, using a long-handled grabber to collect a discarded bottle cap and drop it into the trash. “Everyone here looks like they should be modelling sunglasses. And they’re so fucking horny all the time, too. It’s crazy.”

“Right?” I said. “I think it’s partly the bikinis the women wear. They’re just...crazy. Yesterday, I saw a woman whose top was thinner than my shoelace.”

Pete laughed. “Yeah, I think I saw her. That’s some confidence.”

I shrugged. “She had the body for it.”

We continued moving along the path together, picking litter as we walked. My mind replaying the movements of the two redheads in the cabana. I opened my mouth to speak, but Pete beat me too.

“To be honest, I saw something kind of crazy yesterday…”

“Yeah?” I asked

“Yeah…”

Pete lapsed into silence and I waited, unsure if I should push him for more. But after a moment, he continued.

“Mara sent me to go find one of the golf carts. Someone had taken it out and not returned it. Apparently that happens quite often. People get bored and just wander off.”

I nodded, using my grabber to pick up a receipt and drop it in my bag.

“So I’m walking the golf course just like…checking behind bushes and in that little woods bit near hole six, and eventually I spot it parked beside a hedge at hole eight.”

“Okay…” I said, looking at him quizzically, waiting for the crazy part.

“So I approached it, and I can see the keys are still in it. Which is good, but honestly I was a little disappointed because I was enjoying being out in the sun and walking the course. But anyway, as I got closer, I started to hear something…like…not voices, but sounds. Like heavy breathing.”

“Heavy breathing?”

“Well,” Pete’s neck flushed red. “More like moaning.”

I swallowed, but my throat felt dry.

“So I got closer to the cart and I saw them sort of…beside it. On the grass. Well. He was on the grass, she was…on his face.”

My stomach did a little flip. “What do you mean?”

But I thought I already knew.

“She was...just…” He sighed, his eyes darting away from mine. “At first I wasn’t sure what was happening, but then I saw her panties around one of her ankles and she was just…sitting on his face with her legs spread, rocking backward and forward with her skirt up around her waist.”

“Wow,” I said. “On the golf course?”

He nodded. “Her back was to me, so I couldn’t see her face, but she had dark hair, all sweaty and stuck to her back. And she was wearing these polished high heel type things.”

“Definitely not the right shoes for golf.”

Pete laughed. “Yeah, I don’t think that’s what they went there to do.” His voice dropped lower, his eyes darting around as if someone might overhear. “So anyway I’m hiding behind this hedge, right? Peeking through the leaves. And I can see everything. Her back is arched like a cat, and she’s got both hands on his thighs, just grinding down on his mouth. At first it was just the rocking motion, but then...I mean...jeeze. Her whole body started trembling and she threw her head back and I could see her throat working.” He paused, swallowing hard. “Her moans changed too. Got higher, more desperate. Then she was just...gasping. Her thighs squeezed his head so tight I thought he might pass out.” He ran a hand through his hair, looking anywhere but at me. “Then she went completely rigid for like three seconds, then collapsed forward, shaking all over and I could just…see everything. Her heels dug into the grass and she made this sound and it was just like…she didn’t care who heard her, you know?”

“Wow, so you watched them for quite a while then…”

“No!” Pete said. “It’s not like that! I had to get the cart!”

I shrugged, picking up another scrap of paper. “Hey, I’m not judging you! Maybe I’d have stayed for a while too. Just to make sure.”

“Make sure of what?”

“Make sure he didn’t suffocate,” I laughed. “We have a duty of care to our guests.”

Pete laughed and we walked in silence for a moment, the only sound being our grabbers occasionally clinking against the concrete or each other.

“So, did you get the cart?”

“They drove it back themselves.” Pete shrugged. “Afterwards.”

I shook my head slowly. “This place is crazy. Everyone is just…fucking each other. The alcohol helps, I imagine.

“I don’t think any amount of alcohol would get me behind a hedge,” Pete said. “What about ants?”

I laughed. “That’s your problem. You’re thinking about ants. They’re not thinking about ants.”

“I guess not,” he said, watching a group of women walk past, their bikini strings looking dangerously loose.

“Anyway,” I said, nudging him with my elbow. “Let’s keep moving. Who knows what we’ll see next…”

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