It was almost 7 now. The light was fading and it would be dark soon. “Prove to me you’re not uptight.” I was sitting up with my legs neatly bent to my side. A nice breeze fluffed up my hair. A few guys came down the slope. They turned and gave me the once over.
“Do I really seem uptight?” Roux said, “Look, your legs are together. You keep pulling at the hem of your dress to cover your knees. Your shoulders are hunched up. If that ain’t uptight then I’m a turtle.”
It was funny, but I was too embarrassed to laugh, so I moved my legs out in front of me and put my hands behind and leaned back. My tits naturally extended. I’m a thin girl so it shows. I felt sort of self-conscious especially by some more guys coming down the slope. Unfortunately if you wanted to take the shortcut to the path below this was one way to go. Roux said, “Never mind them. You’re still tense.” I said, “I’ve had a long day and well…
I just came back from a therapist for a sleeping problem.” “Did he help?” I said, “Not really.” He said, “I can.” “You can?” He said, “Yeah. Shut your eyes.” Before I could he found the joint in my bag. He said, “I think you may need some of this.” I said, “I think I do.” We got high. Nice and high. He put the joint in my lips, lit it and I sucked in deeply. It was good.
He said, “That suit of yours. You can’t relax in that. It’s made for business so you look strong and tough, but that wears you down you be acting strong and tough all day. It’s like a suit of armor. You got to let go or you’ll never relax.” He said, “See that girl over there?” I could make her out in the fading light. “She’s in her bikini. See how relaxed she is? That’s how you gotta be.”
I said, “But I don’t have my bikini.” He said, “What you think you’re wearing underneath? You think it’s any different? How do you know it ain’t any different with her? You can’t relax wrapped up in that tight I’m-a-tough-girl business suit.”
“Do I really look like that uptight?” He just shook his head like all the world knew except for me. He said, “It so tight on you on the way over I could see your panty line press on your skirt like it was gonna bust out. Unless that’s the look you like? What I’m saying is, it reflects your state of mind. You ain’t gonna let society into scaring you into not allowing you to relax in a dumb old bikini?” I let him know, “They don’t scare me. I’m my own boss.” He smiled, “So what’s the problem?”
I looked at the girl down the slope. She looked really relaxed lying on her big blanket with her iPod or whatever in her hand. Roux was still working on my bag. I said, “As long as you understand that what I’m doing is relaxing.” He looked at me dumb and said, “What else could it be?” I played with the zipper of my skirt. I hesitated. He looked at me as he handed me the joint. It was good. Very soothing. I needed it.
Diary of a Rich Girl to be continued…
