Truth - The Balance

Chapter 3 - Al

"It's no wonder that truth is stranger than fiction. Fiction has to make sense." - Mark Twain

Al slowly lifted himself off of Natalie and stood up. 'He's huge!' Natalie thought, taking in his entire stature. He looked to be nearly 6'5" towering over her.

But oohhh, how his muscles were beautiful. Natalie watched the water run down in rivulets over his chiseled body. "Mmm." Natalie said unaware the noise came from her mouth.

Natalie looked down at herself in distaste. She could feel the heat boiling up her neck to her face. Her dress was pulled up high, the bottom of her panties in everyone's eye shot.

She pulled her dress down in a panicked haste. The top of her large breasts were popping out of the top of her dress and she quickly situated it up higher where it belonged. Then the thought came to her, even though he was saving her life, he had been literally over the top of her in this state.

Al offered her his hand and helped her up to her feet were she dusted herself off. He leaned in next to her ear,  "I promise I didn't do anything inappropriate while you were out. Just saving your life..."

  Al chuckled then leaned in even closer, his hot breath fanning her ear. "Even though I wouldn't mind the thought of doing that some day." He pulled back and winked at her and Natalie blushed a deep scarlet, all hot and flustered.

She couldn't believe he had said that! But what she couldn't believe more than that is that she wouldn't mind the thought of it either.

Al turned and walked away, his muscles jerking and jumping with each step he took in his soaking wet jean shorts.

Natalie noticed strange tattoos that covered his back. It looked almost like tribal, but she could tell it was in some strange language. Her hand lifted ever so slightly, wanting to trace them with her fingertips. The markings looked so familiar to her, like she had seen them somewhere before.

Al was already on the grass, walking further away.

"Natalie? Natalie! Oh my GOD! What happened?" Janice ran down the grass next to the lake in a frenzy, nearly trampling over a small child trying to get to her best friend. Janice jumped on Natalie, embracing her with a hug.

"I'm not sure..." was all Natalie could tell her, because honestly she wasn't. "The man who saved me from drowning said I had a seizure." Janice looked skeptical, but very worried. "A seirzure?!" Janice's mouth gaped open. "Are you sure you're alright? I tried calling you three times, but once I seen this huge crowd I panicked.  Oh my gosh I'm so happy you're alright! I don't know what I would have done if you would of drowned! Thank God you're alright!" Janice rambled quickly and loudly, she always rambled when she was upset and Natalie just hugged her again to calm her down.

From behind Janice, Natalie could see Ball chin stumbling towards them on the grass, his hair dishevelled and his shirt halfway off. That's when she noticed Janice's state as well. Her clothes were all wrinkly and her hair tossed around. Natalie quivered at the conclusion she had just came too.

Ball chin walked up behind Janice and wrapped his arm around her waist while looking down at Natalie's breasts. Natalie shivered in disgust.

Janice popped Ball chin hard across the back of the head, "Hey! Her eyes are up there!" She hollered, pointing at Natalie's eyes.

"Men." Janice grumbled shaking Ball chin off her hip. She shooed him with her hand, "Go." Ball chin looked at her as if she was crazy. She lifted an eyebrow and he shrugged, stumbling back off into the darkness.

Natalie shivered again, feeling violated. "Thanks for that." A smile played on Janice's lips, "You're welcome. He sucked anyways."

Natalie snorted. "He's a ball chin, what did you expect?" At that note Janice burst out laughing. "He was not! He was hot. Dumb, but hot."