Caminah Smuts

Cooling Off

Dinah feels pretty damn lucky.

Well, okay, not many people would consider her lucky at this exact moment, sweating and covered in dirt as she pushes a lawnmower across her backyard, but Dinah doesn't mind. She likes helping out her parents, and taking care of the yard is easy and fun to her. Besides, it's not like her parents don't pay her - which is totally awesome, because between School, singing practice, and browsing Twitter, she doesn't have time for a job, anyways, and she really wants to take Camila out-

"Dinah!"

The sound of her girlfriend calling her name loudly over the rumbling mower makes Dinah smile goofily. She pauses, looking towards the house just in time to catch sight of Camila in probably the skimpiest bikini ever to exist (seriously - why did she even bother?), carrying two glasses of pink lemonade adorned with bendy straws. Her heart pounds with adoration and something else, and all at once she realizes how thirsty she is. Carefully, she lets the lawnmower die as her girlfriend strides across the grass purposefully, swaying her hips and smirking.

Dinah can't help but lick her lips and trail her gaze over all of Camila's tan, bare skin. Brown eyes appreciate long, smooth legs, a flat, toned stomach, and plump, full breasts barely covered by inches of black fabric. When her girlfriend reaches her, she plants a big kiss on her lips and smiles before handing her one of the glasses of lemonade.

"Hi, baby," Camila says, pushing her sunglasses up onto her head in order to meet Dinah's eyes. She reaches up with her free hand and fondly swipes a drop of sweat from Dinah's temple away with her thumb.

"What're you doing here?" Dinah asks in a daze, feeling too hot from the sun and the sight of Camila's exposed body. The lemonade glass is frigid and she hopes the pink liquid will help her cool off.

"I thought you could use some cooling off," she says with a sly smile, teasingly slipping her tongue out just slightly against the end of her straw before sucking it into her mouth and humming at the taste of her beverage.

Dinah watches for a moment, pulse throbbing, before she drinks her own lemonade. She swallows a huge gulp, loving the cold feeling in her throat, and smiles. She gestures to the lemonade. "Thanks."

"No problem." Camila adjusts her glasses down over her eyes again and Dinah notices for the first time that she's carrying a beach towel. "And," she adds nonchalantly, "I thought I might work on my tan - you know, school is coming up soon... I've got people to impress, Dinah." She winks behind her sunglasses, and even though Dinah can't see it, she knows Camila well enough to know that's what she's doing. She watches dumbly for a moment as her girlfriend lays her towel out over a lawn chair.

"Yeah... I'm almost done," she says absently after a moment, her gaze not moving from the firm ass of her girlfriend as she bends over to stretch the towel across the length of the chair. Her mouth feels dry and she drinks faster.

Grinning knowingly, Camila waves her away and settles into the chair. "Don't worry about it, D. I'm here just to get my tan on."

Dinah nods, sets down her suddenly empty glass, and wanders back over to the lawnmower, the sight of Camila's tanned skin and the curve of her ass still burned into her brain. She bends over the bright red machine, grasping the string in her palm, and doesn't miss the way Camila watches her intently as she yanks the engine to life.

Smiling to herself, she pushes the roaring mower along leisurely, thinking again about how lucky she is. She's got a beautiful, kind girlfriend who came over for no other reason than to keep her company and help her keep cool while she does her chores. She hums lightly as she makes her way to the fence at the back of her yard and wheels the mower around, her chest feeling full and light, aching with happiness. She really is so lucky-