Ethel 'n Opal

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o p a l   t r e v o r

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I groan. "Ethel you're gonna get us firedaaa."

"You trippin O'. What's that dudes name, Zeek? Zakai?-"

"Zion."

She hums, completely enthralled by her current task. "Yeah him. He's watching those little shits in the pool. I'm sure this whole water park will be fine one lifeguard down." I laugh, flattered by her eagerness. Even so, I grip her little spider fingers before they can secure hold of my thighs and wrap them around her waist. Ethel pouts, clearly not a fan of this, and glares at me.

"How about we finish this shift. Clock out. And I'll give you a nice back rub at my place because I know folding those towels in the laundry room has been oh-so-hard."

"Hey! I broke a nail two days ago doing that shit, so I dunno what you smiling about. But I can't even get a little sugar?" She gives me this dramatic, fake hurt look that I can't help to cave - but only a little. Peppering light kisses all over her warm face, I'm rewarded by the sweet sound of Ethel giggling. 

I get lost in a trance, taking in how gorgeous she looks. Hair now died black and skin a rich, darker tan thanks to working here with me all summer. I'll definitely miss seeing her in person when fall comes around. 

We'd finally made it official summer of junior year. Senior year felt like a dream. And now with graduation just having passed a little over a month ago, I'm mindful to soak in every moment with her. Soon I'll be settling down up in Alabama for a while, and it just won't be the same like when she's physically here with me.

Ethel uses my spacing out to her advantage, getting exactly what she wants. Her warm lips come to caress mine, massaging softly at first. Then, she greedily suck on them and slowly pulls away with a wet "pop". I whimper, no longer interested in attempting to stop her advances. She grins, gently rubbing the tip of her nose up and down on my cheek. My eyes flutter involuntarily.

Her hot mouth journeys down to my neck. I just know her mind is in the gutter once she bites down.

"Ethel no. No hickies." I gasp when she forcefully spins me around, tightly trapping me between her and the edge of the jacuzzi. One hand splays against my stomach while the other grips my neck - but not too tight. My face instantly flushes when she makes me arch into her and a low moan escapes past my lips.

"Why? Opal you got hoes I don't know 'bout?" Ethel's glare burns the side of my face and I stutter at a loss for words. Sweet Jesus, I'm too lightheaded to be dealing with this.

"M-my sister's g-gonna kill you, that's why."

My girlfriend chuckles darkly, not an ounce of shame in her actions. "Darlin' what are you talkin bout? Liya loves me."

"Are you guys serious?!" The sound of Zion's squeaky voice startles me from my trance. I try to quickly break away from Ethel, but she refuses to let go. So there I am, facing the exasperated sixteen year old who stands above us. 

"I was stressed down there. Stuck dealing with all those nagging soccer moms. Yet here you guys are, living it up."

"I..." Silence.