I’m not exactly Sporty Spice, but when I saw that Ily
Goyanes was editing her first Cleis anthology, I had to write a story for
her. You see, I really like Ily;
she writes smart non-fiction and clever fiction and she’s a great judge of
character – and characters. So, I
sat down and thought about possible sports stories.
I’m not into team sports, seeing as how I was always the
last chosen to play and people groaned audibly when their team got stuck with
me. I’m not a fan of boxing or
wrestling. I’m more into solo
sports. I’ve skied, I’ve practiced
archery, I’ve done weight lifting, I’m a swimmer, but I suppose my greatest
sport love has been scuba diving.
“Goddess in a Red and Blue Speedo” is, for all intents and
purposes, a true story – well, more, or less, true. It might be a bit racier than what actually happened, but
that’s what fiction is about… In
any case, I hope you like the story.
And if you do, drop me a line and let me know. I’d love to hear from you. (Find me at D. L.
King Erotica) But, of course,
in order for you to read my story, you’ll have to get the book. Get it at your indie bookstore, or any
good bookstore, or get Girls
Who Score here. Here’s a
little excerpt to get you started.
Goddess in a Red and Blue Speedo
I had to take a later flight. When I finally arrived, I checked into the hotel and left a
message for George letting him know I was there. The next morning, he called at six a.m. and told me to meet
everyone downstairs for breakfast.
Our first dive was at eight o’clock. When I got down to the restaurant, the first person I saw
was Lorna.
“Hey,
I’m so glad you’re here,” she said.
“I thought, maybe, you were going to miss the trip when you weren’t on
the plane.”
My
mouth was open but I couldn’t seem to make it work right. Finally, I managed to get the word, meeting, out.
She gave me a quizzical look and a little frown before saying she was
glad I made it.
God, what a loser!
There
were seven of us, plus George and Lorna, on the boat. The only people from my class were Carson and Blaine and
again, I was the only single.
George told me he’d be my dive buddy. I was a little disappointed that Lorna wasn’t going to be my
buddy, but I figured, after the way I acted in the restaurant, why would she
want to? Once in the water, I forgot
all about wishing Lorna was my dive buddy. The beauty of the underwater world was all
encompassing. I didn’t want to
come back up when George gave me the signal. I still had almost half a tank of air.
Back
on the boat, everyone was exhilarated, talking about all the things we’d
seen. George explained that
different body types use different amounts of air and when the first person
began to get low, we’d all surface.
We had lunch on the boat and traveled to the next site, diving about an
hour after we’d surfaced from the first dive. I went on two more dives the next day but opted out on the
third day to go to the beach and sight see.
Tired
from the sun, I got back to my room to take a nap and was awakened by the
phone. It was Lorna, telling me they’d
booked a night dive and asking me if I’d like to go. She said it was really special and even more beautiful than
day-time dives. I couldn’t say no
and made plans to meet at the boat dock in a few hours.
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