Preppy Girl is Kinky

Daisy lives alone now in her final year and the silence is a gift. Still, the couple next door keeps her attention. She catches them kissing on their deck one evening. The husband’s hands move slow under his wife’s dress, and Daisy watches until her thighs ache. Later she puts on a simple white bikini, grabs a towel, and steps outside. The sun hits her shoulders. She spreads the towel on the lounge chair and lies on her stomach, letting the straps slip off her back. When the neighbor walks by to grab the mail she lifts her head, offers a quiet smile, then rests her cheek on her folded arms. A few moments later she hears the gate click. Footsteps. A shadow falls over her legs. She keeps her eyes closed and waits, feeling every shift in the air across her bare skin.