Swimming

Under the bent surface of a summer's pond, four bright legs kicked slowly at each other. Speckled with newly thick hairs that wormed outward in the water, the longer pair of legs pulsed up and down rubbing their thighs on the hips that held the other two generous, underwater thighs. Those two legs were also throbbing.
The fat girl's name was Jennifer and her family's name was Adams. The Adams farmed corn in a county of Minnesota not far from Rochester. Jennifer worked on the farm with her family. The Adams sold their corn in the summer at a stand on the side of Highway 63. Jennifer Adams sold corn at the stand each summer day with her family. Jennifer told Mrs. Adams and her sisters she'd only be going back to the house for lemonades. The Adams had a brownish, damaged-looking truck to get from the stand on Highway 63 to the house. Jennifer did not drive the truck to the house to get lemonades. She drove to a large pool of rainwater collecting on top of a pond by a small creek that marked the edge of the Adams' cornfield and also the boundary line of Olmstead County.
She waited at the pool, first inside the truck, then leaning against the truck, and finally sitting in a bright strip grass. The grass felt warm at first on her buttocks and feet. As she sat, she felt the wetness of the previous day's rain soak up beneath her. She pulled the dress out from under her and the fluffed it into a circle over her knees and behind her back. She felt the cold, day-old rain again and wondered whether she should shed her dress before the skinny boy arrived or wait so perhaps he would pull the dress over her head or at least he might watch as more and more of her skin reflected the summer sun's brightness. She decided to wait.