I knew Lisa from school, although I had never really talked to her. When I saw her leaning on the wood railing of the fence, looking at the horses in the pasture, I walked over.
“Hi,” I said.
She smiled. “Hi,” she said back, recognizing me. She returned her aze to the horses. “I love to come here and look at the horses,” she said.
I simply nodded and looked at the horses, too. I found myself also looking at Lisa in a disceret way. She had on a pink halter top, faded and well-worn and frayed cut-offs, and her bare feet were in a pair of insignificant thongs.
I don’t know why, but there was something about her that I found very attractive. Curiously, in a way that I had never found another girl attractive or appealing. She wasn’t exactly busty, that was for sure. But her legs were slender, and her bare feet were cute.
I studied her, feeling admiring, and even desiring of being friendly and close. This was silly, of course. For one thing, I hardly knew her. For another, she was a girl. And yet, I had this feeling of passion that I could not explain. I felt embarrassed, yet at the same time I liked the attraction that I felt toeards her. It was new and exciting.
She looked back at me, and again she smiled. “Do you want to go get something cold to drink?” she asked.
“Sure,” I said.
Then she gave me this sort of shy look. “I’m glad you stopped,” she told me. “I’ve seen you around school, but I never had the chance to talk to you.”
“I never had a chance to talk to you, either,” I said.
“Well,” she said happily, “Nowe we have.”
“Yes,” I greed.
We both smiled and looked at one another. Suddenly I realized that she was checking me out in a way that told me all I needed to know. It was so wonderful.