The Badboys Passion

Chapter 6 - Kaitlyn

"Do you think there will be many people?" I ask Henry as we approach the changing rooms of the swimming pool. "No, we're still early, later maybe, but now it should be pretty empty," he reassures me confidently. We stop at the door of the locker room. "Will we meet outside right now?" I try to clarify. He nods and then opens the door to the men's changing room.

That's enough for me, so I enter the women's changing room without further ado. Fortunately, it is completely empty, so I can take my time. Although I have no problem with moving in front of other women - after all, I do this in physical education - but I still prefer it that way.

I open one of the lockers and stow my bag in it after taking out my towel. I've already put my swimwear under my clothes, so I just strip my white dress and take my shoes off. I also store all the clothes and then take the key in the form of a bracelet with a waterproof chip. Straight way I go to the showers and stand briefly under the cold water. Then I go outside.

There, Henry was already waiting outside at the passage. He also has a towel under his arm. When he sees me, his expression changes and he grins at me: "Also finished?" I grimace at the face played offended: "Hey, today I was fast for a change today." He nods: "Well, you did not actually let me wait as long as usual. But I was still faster."

"Still," I grin and then start to walk with him in tow on the way to the lawn. Luckily, it's still as hot as in the morning, maybe even warmer.

Together we look for a sunny spot and then spread our towels on the floor. Shortly I enjoy the sun, which shines on my fur. Fortunately, I'm not a person who easily gets sunburned, so I'm not worried.

When I notice that Henry has laid on his towel and watched me. I smile and he averts his eyes from my body: "Are you gaffing something?" "No, I do not," he grins, also amused.

I sigh and then sit down on my own towel. Our friendship is truly the relationship that is most important to me in my life. For him, over the years he has become something like a brother with whom one can always talk and who sometimes has dirty humor like me.

"That can not be a coincidence anymore," his voice sounds after a few seconds and I open my eyes, which I had closed briefly. Frowning, I eye my best friend, "What do you mean?"

"There's this guy from school," he nods in a certain direction. I follow his gaze and discover the boy Henry was already upset about before taking physical education lessons. Again, I look at him questioningly: "Why does that bother you? You could almost say you had something against him."

The way he is against his new classmate is strange. "I just do not like such guys," he says with a light pewter grin: "For him, women are just objects that you can play with and then throw them away carelessly."

I shrug my shoulders. When he says that, I realize that my friend has something against such guys because he lost his first real girlfriend to someone like that. So I can not really blame him for this behavior.

For that reason, I do not tell him anything about the fact that said male being after a physical education has sought a conversation with me. So I just say, "Just ignore it and do not let the day break."