Whoever decided exams should be sat in the summer needs shooting. Being banished to my room in the attic whilst the rest of the family lounged around the house and garden without a care or commitment, made me want to scream. But if I did, no one would hear me. I longed to be splashing in the paddling pool with my kid sisters; I’d even endure sitting with my mother, helping her write her weekly column for the Gazette rather than list the arguments for and against religion in the 21st century for my Sociology paper.
The slightest diversion fascinated me and recently I’d found the most compelling distraction of all. Trying to let some air into my stuffy garret, I’d been leaning out of the roof top window when I found the perfect view of a piece of our neighbor’s garden which had previously been totally unexposed. She obviously thought it was private as she lay in the nude trying to get an all-over tan.
This neighbor hadn’t really interested me before. If asked to describe her, I’d have found it difficult. She was that sort of age which isn’t relevant to an eighteen-year-old: too old to be my friend and too young to be my mother’s friend. Her hair was the proverbial mousy brown and her clothes a bit school teacherish, if I was honest. I think we’d probably spoken to each other all of three or four times. Words, such as, “Cold, isn’t it?” or “Have they put my newspaper through your door?”
But there was something very appealing about her nakedness. Maybe it was because she didn’t know I was seeing her like that. The secretiveness excited me. I’d never seen anyone outside our family without their clothes before and I have to say she looked far better out of hers than in them. She was much slimmer than I’d have thought, almost boy-like. She certainly didn’t have what my father would call “child-bearing hips”, but that was probably because she didn’t have any children. Her tummy was totally flat – even when she wasn’t lying down on her sun bed – and her breasts were small but with amazingly long, dark nipples. The first time I’d spotted her, she’d been rubbing sun cream over them and even from my far-off viewpoint, way up in the loft, I’d been fascinated by how they’d seemed to grow as she massaged the cream into her skin.
I felt stirrings in my crotch as I waited eagerly to see what would happen next but nothing did. After about ten minutes she turned over and then she fell asleep. Grumpily, I went back to my books but I couldn’t get the image of her nipples out of my mind.
Did I have lesbian tendencies? I asked myself. It wasn’t a question I’ve ever contemplated before. I’d had a crush on Gemma Cotton, a Year 11 girl, when I’d started at the High, but then I’d also fancied several boys, too. And I’d definitely lusted after Leonardo di Caprio in Titanic, Kate Winslet leaving me cold. However, from then on the first thing I’d do on entering my room would be to open the window to see if she was lying in the sun. I’d get quite moody if it was an overcast day.
It didn’t occur to me that my neighbor might be a lesbian. I’d never seen her with a partner, man or woman, so it was quite a find on the Sunday before my calculus paper when I leaned out the window and saw a female friend sitting on the lawn next to the sun bed. I couldn’t hear what they were saying but they were chatting together and occasionally they’d laugh. They were drinking something alcoholic and chilled; I’d seen them emptying an ice tray into a jug of what looked as if it might be Pimms. My neighbor was semi-clad in knickers and a pair of flip-flops. Her friend was wearing a skimpy sundress.
I knew I must revise, so I’d make myself do a page then treat myself to a glimpse at the window. It was after my third page that the calculus completely disappeared from my mind. My neighbor was lying face down on her sun bed and her friend was rubbing sun cream into her back and shoulders. She then picked up each of her feet and massaged it onto her soles and in between each toe, taking such care, as if she’d be sacked from her job if she missed a fraction of skin. Next she worked her way up the calves and thighs. I was willing her to turn my neighbor over because I really wanted to see her rubbing the cream into her tits, when something even more interesting happened.
She pulled her knickers off and I watched her begin to stroke her bum cheeks with the lotion. And then she started kneading the cheeks quite hard by the look of it and I could see my neighbor raising her bum up and then pushing it down as if she was grinding into the cushion. I wished I could see more clearly – it looked as if her friend’s fingers were pushing between her bum crack and up into her fanny – but as I leaned as far as I dared out of the window they both got up from the bed and lawn and went indoors.