Biker's Virgin

The water was cool and clear, and it didn’t get deep until much further out. Declan bounded in, yelling at me to watch him do the dog paddle. A few of the other kids followed us in, and Cole and I stood there in knee-deep water while the other kids splashed around us.

“Something dramatic always happens at these things,” Cole said, surveying the beach. “I wonder what it’s going to be this year. Last year, they did a silent auction, and there was literally a fist fight over something... I can’t even remember what it was now. A weekend away at some bed and breakfast, maybe? I think that’s part of the reason why they decided to change the location.”

“It seems to be going pretty well so far,” I said. I leaned over and cupped some water in my hand, splashing it over my shoulders. A few of the guys had made their way down the dock and were getting some of the jet skis started.

“Watch how long I can hold my breath!” Declan said.

I turned and watched as he dove under the water and then kicked his way almost all the way back to the beach. He resurfaced, gasping, and looked back at us triumphantly.

“That was very good,” I said. “You’re a good swimmer.”

“He’s always liked the water,” Cole said. “And I enrolled him in baby swim classes when he was about six months. I didn’t want him to be one of those kids who was afraid of water or didn’t know how to swim until he was like 8 years old or something.”

“I didn’t do much swimming as a kid,” I said. “I always liked it, but my mother was more of a fan of the country club pool than going out to the lake or the ocean.”

Cole snorted. “I never understood that. Especially when you live somewhere so close to a nice lake or the ocean, but I get a feeling some of the parents here are like that, too.”

And it was clear that there were some parents who would not be venturing anywhere near the water, who were much happier to stand there on the beach, sipping their iced teas and watching the kids as they played.

We hung out in the water with the kids for a while longer, and then the food started coming off the grill, so we waded back in. I supervised the children with Amy at two of the picnic tables while the other adults ate, and then everyone dispersed again.

I waded back out into the water, planning to just take a quick dip to cool off, but one of the dads was coming back in with the stand-up paddleboard.

“Hey,” he said. “You want to give it a try?”

“Sure,” I said. He slid off and held the board for me so I could climb on, then he handed me the paddle.

It was actually easier than I thought it was going to be, and I paddled my way out past the dock. Lily was there, sitting on one of the jet skis, giggling.

“Wait,” she was saying. “How do I make this thing go again?” She looked at me and smiled. “I must be crazy to try riding this, right? But if you can do that and make it look so easy, I should be able to do this—I don’t even have to stand up!”

I laughed and continued to paddle on. It might be nice to do this again when I could really spend some time out here, maybe paddle all the way across the lake or something. I paddled out to almost the middle and stopped, looking around, feeling almost like I was on my own little island out at sea.

As much as I wanted to stay out there longer, I knew I should get back, so I slowly paddled to the right until the board was turned back to the beach. I could hear an airplane overhead and the shrieks of laughter from the kids back on the beach. The sun was warm on the top of my head and my shoulders, and I had a smile on my face as I paddled back in. This was so much better than living in the city, being able to be out here, in nature, with no traffic or skyscrapers, no concrete, no hordes of people hurrying to their next destination. This was exactly what I wanted, exactly where I wanted to be. My mother might have thought I had made a huge mistake moving out here, but so far, things had really been working out quite well.

“Look out!” someone shouted. It took me a second to realize that they were talking to me; Lily seemed to have completely lost control of the jet ski. I tried to paddle away from her, and I thought I had managed to do so, but the thing jerked sharply to the right, clipping the end of the paddleboard, sending me flying. I might’ve gone flying over the jet ski completely if I hadn’t been attached to the board, but I ended up colliding with Lily and hitting my head against something hard before I toppled into the water. There was the shock of the cold water going up my nose and into my mouth, the sharp pain on the side of my head, and then everything went dark.

I had what felt like the worst headache I could ever recall having. I opened my eyes slowly, and my vision blurred for several seconds before finally coming into focus. There seemed to be dozens of eyes staring down at me, faces of people I didn’t know. No, wait—I did know them. Some of them, anyway. There was Cole, the closest to me, and then Amy, Becca, and then some of the parents from the school.

I was lying on my back in the sand, on the beach.

“What happened?” I said, trying to sit up.

Cole rested his hand gently on my shoulder. “Don’t try to move yet,” he said. “You’re fine, but you should stay lying down for now. Lily collided with you on the jet ski. She’s okay, too, but you hit your head and got knocked out.”

I groaned inwardly. “I’m okay,” I said, wanting the crowd to disperse, wishing more than anything that this hadn’t happened. And then Lily was there, soaking wet, looking close to hysterics.

“Allie, are you all right?” she kept asking. “Oh my God, is she okay??

??

“I think she’s okay,” someone murmured.

I lay there for another moment, and then I slowly eased myself up to a sitting position. Lily kneeled down next to Cole.

“I’m so sorry,” she said. “I don’t even know what happened, I thought I had better control of that thing.” I didn’t know if her face was wet because she hadn’t dried off completely or if she’d been crying. Either way, I had a feeling she looked worse than I did.

“It was an accident,” I said. “And I’m fine. Just... a little sore, that’s all. I’ll be fine, though, really.” I tried to give her a smile but felt a wave of nausea roll through me.