On the edge

She had quietly snuck off to the pool away from the rest of the gathering. Surprised no one else was enjoying it, she had to go investigate for herself. She looked around to see if anyone was watching or had followed then sat down on the edge. She didn't bother with rolling up her jeans or even talking off her wedge heeled ankle boots. She let them fill with water and flirted with getting the flared hems of her jeans wet. The water was warm and she soon had scooted closer to the edge so that her jeans were now wet part way to her knees. She thought to herself "should I go swimming?" She wondered if anyone would even notice. She scooted a little bit closer barely balancing on the edge. Her jeans were now wet past her knees and she was filled with excitement about the thought of getting in the water in her clothes. Finally, she could resist no more and pushed off the edge into the pool.