Rudolph fingered the bulge in the pocket of his discarded leather jacket.
"Cassette player."
"And?"
"Tape."
"Of what?"
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. It's a song I wrote."
"What's it about?"
"It's-uh-about you, Babette."
"Really?"
"Thought maybe you could listen to it. Tell me what you think."
"You wouldn't by any chance want Darleene and me to do it in our band."
"You could if you want."
"Well, you know our group is concentrating on original material. Stuff Darleene and I write, mostly. They're all band compositions."
"So just listen and tell me what you think "
"Okay."
Rudolph extracted the portable cassette deck and snapped it on. As the tape began to roll, Babette swung her eyes down Rudolph's chest.
Came to rest on his flat stomach.
"Cute," she said.
"Cute?"
"Yeah. Bouncy rhythm."
The chopped guitar chords wrenched Rudolph's song forward, underpinned by a loping bass line. There was a drum part laying down a tight pulse, supplied by a tinny percussion machine.
"But it's the words, Babette. You should listen to the lyrics. They're important."
"I can't understand any of them. That you singing by any chance, Rudolph?"
"Yeah. And all the instruments, too."
"It's good, Rudolph. I do wish I could hear the words more clearly."
"I can tell them to you."
"No good without the music."
"I'll sing along."
"I have to get ready for rehearsal now."
"But you said we could go in. Dive in for a swim. Just for a minute."
"Last one in sucks guitar picks!"
Babette broke into a sprint.
Rudolph lurched behind her, opening the tops of his jeans. He shoved the denim pants down over his ass, stood up in his underpants.
Babette sliced into the water, barely creating a splash. Her ass bobbed up.
Then her head.
She hooked her neck around just in time to see Rudolph tumbling through the air.
His chest muscles bulging. A ranginess to his hair. A roughness to his limbs.
As he straightened out his body in flight, through the fly of his underpants the tip of his penis came into sight. By the time Rudolph lanced into the water, Babette had gotten a glimpse of the entire length of his long curved meat.
Erect cock.
Thick and neat.
"No, Rudolph."
He came up to the surface of the water between her legs. Babette grabbed out to keep from falling over backward.
Automatically, she squeezed his back.
Bringing him close in to her chest.
Hard.
"Oh, Rudolph."
"What? You grabbed me."
"But I didn't mean it that way."
Babette felt her budding boobs braced into his pectoral muscles.
The nipples she knew were crinkled.
But that did not necessarily mean she was sexually aroused.
At least not for Rudolph.
In that instant, Babette thought of Channing Bentley. Wished he were here.
She sure missed him.
She would kiss him.
But not just any dude.
And maybe she would strip too.
If she really adored a guy the way Babette adored Channing, a girl should feel free to have certain privileges of intimacy.
Because he would be like a friend to her too.
And Babette skinny-dipped with Darleene and her other girlfriends.
So why not with Channing?
Babette felt the stretch of Rudolph's slick dong tamping her underneath her rump.
She found herself with legs spread.
Knees hiked up.
Thighs crushed around Rudolph's waist.
Surprise to her.
"Hey, Babette!"
He caressed her neck.
Brought his face into hers.
Babette herky-jerked her head to the side. Rudolph noshed her neck.
She did not resist.
Felt the flame lick up to her ear. Then the tonguetip and the wet breathe inside.
"Oooooh, Rudolph. Stop it."
"Why? You're laughing."
"Cause it tickles."
Babette broke away from him and ducked underneath the water.
Rudolph was right upon her.
Grabbing first her toes.
Holding her by the ankles.
Then crawling up her legs.
Swimming up her backside.
"Jesus. Like, don't rape me or anything. You know I'm just a cocktease."
"Yeah. That's what Darleene said."
"Shit. Fuck you, and Darleene too."
"Don't worry. Darleene's a prickteaser just like you. That slut-bitch act is just that."
"That's what I thought."
Rudolph was calming down a bit, now that he knew Babette was not about to fuck for him. That much Babette could say for Rudolph.
He read a girl's intentions. Didn't really try to force himself on her.
Not like others Babette had been up against.
Babette was more comfortable now. Enjoying swimming around leisurely with Rudolph.
Relaxed, Babette's thoughts began to float in a certain direction.
Toward her midsection.
The first envisioned Channing's lips with a stranglehold on her twat.
Twisting her clit into a knot.
Then Channing's face blurred.
And turned into another head.
Another head but with no real face.
One she had seen some other place.
Stabbing up from the leanness of Rudolph Blastitoffs groin as he had dove into the swimming pool behind Babette.
The hard head of his cock she had felt peck against her thighs.
Cockhead wanting to crow.
Grow in size.
Inside her thighs.
Take her up her slit clear to her eyes. Incise her slickly, quickly.
Rudely.
Big dick hungering.
Feeding on her flesh.
That was the good thing about fantasy, Babette thought. She was awash in her twat as she twitched out of the water.
"Guess I better go now, Babette."
"Yeah. Sorry, but I got to get dressed."
"So what did you really think of my tape."
"I think the music's great. But can't make out any of the words you say are so important."
"I'll record another version."
Babette would try to ignore that comment.
"At any rate, Rudolph. You should work on it yourself. It wouldn't fit in with the Boppettes' sound at all"
"I didn't know you had a so-called Boppettes' sound. That's kind of limiting-creatively. Know what I mean?"
"We have to have an identity for the judges to latch onto when we perform at the sate fair."
"Isn't that selling out?"
"It's gaining an audience."
"But if it's false-"
"What's falser than a bunch of kids getting up on a stage and claiming they're great to begin with?"
"If your songs aren't what you really feel-"
"And your song would be what the Boppettes really feel? Give me a frigging break."
"If it represented what you were about, it doesn't matter who wrote it."
"Please don't be so annoying. Like it really barfs me out."
Rudolph looked hurt as he whipped his body out of the water and onto the pool deck.
"Come on, Rudolph. I'm telling you for your own fucking good. You would go down a lot better with girls if you didn't act so insecure. And conceited at the same time."
"You sound like you're trying to say you know everything. How everyone should act. That's a big head talking, Babette."
"Are you following me?"
"I was just talking to you."
"And where are we now?"
"Inside your house."
"Yeah. And I told you I was going to get dressed now. Did you think I was going to ask you to sing me your jerky song while I was in the shower or something? Ask you to fasten my bra?"
"Good bye, Babette."
"Yeah. Drip by anytime."
"Say hello to Darleene."
"You want me to tell her you tried to feel me up in the pool? Tried to get me to kiss you? And how you licked my neck?"
"We were just fooling around."
"Yeah, right. I was. I don't know about you. Darleene know about your song? I mean, if she's your girlfriend and the song's supposed to be about me- that's a little strange."
"Uh-I just went with the inspiration."
"Bullshit. I'll bet that's the same song Darleene said you wrote about her."