Karyn had lost herself back to Other Karyn some time in the middle of her makeout session with Biff. The next time she woke up, she was soaking wet in Amber’s pool. Everyone, it seemed, was in Amber’s pool. Karyn wasn’t sure where the black bikini she was wearing had come from, but she chose not to question it.
Instead she just scanned the faces around her. For once this morning, the attention wasn’t focused entirely on Karyn. There was a beach ball being tossed around. Some guys were trying (with some limited success) to do backflips into the pool. Some girls were sitting along the edge of the pool, legs dangling into the water.
And as Karyn’s eyes took all of this in, they stopped, locking on one particular set of eyes that was looking back at hers.
Biff Meadows.
A flash of heat washed unbidden over Karyn’s body, as the image of her making out with Biff returned to her consciousness. Karyn wanted to feel disgust. She wanted to feel regret. Or shame. Or any of a number of acceptable negative emotions as the feeling of Biff’s hands on the small of her back, of his lips on her mouth, of his bulge growing against the flimsy material of her sundress, all sent a very different emotion through her: desire.
It was in that moment when Karyn noticed the unfamiliar aftertaste lingering in her mouth that told her precisely what Other Karyn must have done once she’d retaken control. And instead of horror, the first thoughts that struck her were centered on jealousy.
Why had Other Karyn been the one that got to finish with Biff? Why was she the only one of the two of them who got to remember it? Why did Other Karyn get to spend so much more time with someone as strong and handsome as–
What was Karyn thinking? She suddenly felt dizzy as conflicting thoughts crashed in her head. Her mind was swimming even as her body was treading water. She tried to muster up even a small negative feeling, but the only negative idea she could think of was “Jon deserves this.”
Biff leaned forward in the water and took three great strokes to close the distance between himself and Karyn, his body glistening in the water as she appreciated the way that his muscles flexed.
Karyn’s brain short-circuited. Re-wired. It became hypnotized in those short few seconds watching Biff’s streamlined form approach her. Her face flushed at the naughty thoughts that began to fill it, and everything else was out the window. She didn’t care anymore about Jon. She didn’t care anymore about Other Karyn. She didn’t care anymore about the dozen or so teenagers sharing the pool with her.
All she cared about was feeling the same way she’d felt when she was making out with Biff. All she cared about was seeing that feeling through to completion. All she cared about was what that body swimming towards her like her own personal Michael Phelps could do to her.
Biff wordlessly stopped just in front of Karyn, letting a current of water wash past her in his wake. He looked into her eyes for a moment in silence, let the redness rise in her cheeks, watched her closely as her head tried to turn downwards away from his gaze, even as her eyes remained locked onto his.
Then he brought his finger under her chin, and she let him tilt her head upwards, and for a moment their lips were lightly touching.
Then a cheer rose up from the crowd of surrounding teenagers, and it spurred Karyn on to wrap her arms around Biff’s neck and pull their faces even tighter, to open her mouth and let his tongue in, to press her body as close to his as she could manage.
And the cheer grew all the louder.
When they finally parted to catch their breath, Biff panted twice, then whispered: “You don’t have a car here, do you? What say we split this party and I take you back to my house.”
The kiss had wiped Karyn’s mind clean. She didn’t have words, she didn’t have thoughts. All she had was the instinct to cling to Biff’s shoulders and nod her head.
Karyn laughed giddily as Biff brought his arms up underneath her and walked her out of the pool to collect her things and leave with him.
“You can get that bikini back to me on Monday at school,” Amber called as Karyn shrugged her sundress back on.
So that’s where it came from.
