Pocket T

I've always been into pocket t shirts. Even though the should all be the same- they are always a little different. Like the tomato soup one- poly/cotton blend. I was also very into blended fabrics. That was the favorite shirt when I was young.

I remember standing in your doorway and your mom commenting how little my arms looked. This just made me think how large my hips were and how I wish my arms were bigger. I wore the shirt into the pool with you that day. I didn't have a suit. My hair always turned green so I avoided pools, but the draw of you of being close to you when you were wet and almost naked was too much.

We swam for a little bit but mostly just studied each other and giggled. We remarked at how beautiful we looked with our long hair slicked back and water pouring down our faces. It was dangerous to touch but we did. You wanted to throw your arms around my shoulders and I would have let you. My shirt clung to me and revealed all the curves of my body and the contours of my muscles. I liked how you stared and wondered what would happen if the straps of your top slid down.