She opened the door, carefully slid the large pie box onto the seat next to me, and said, “Please keep an eye on this, okay?” I just nodded as I observed every single person in the world walk or drive by behind her before she finally closed the door.
“Done,” Kim said as she slipped back into the driver’s seat, and in moments we were headed back in the direction of the house. She and Ashley started talking about their school things again, so again I looked out the window.
When I realized I was smiling softly, I began to understand that I was relaxing just a bit. It amused me that I would be able to relax at all being driven naked down the road by a couple of sixteen-year-old girls in broad daylight, and my smile grew larger.
I detected a lull in the girls’ conversation, and decided to make an effort to join in. “So, Kim, you mentioned a game last night. Are you in sports?” As soon as I said it, I realized how lame I’d sounded.
Kim said, “Yeah. I’m a bowler.” Ashley started laughing and slapped her friend on the arm. “Um, I had a basketball game yesterday.” Ashley was still laughing. “I’m on the volleyball team with Ash, too.”
“I see. How’d the game go?” I suddenly felt ridiculous trying to initiate small talk in the nude.
With just a little hint of pride, “We won, forty-eight to thirty-two.”
“Cool,” and I was done talking for the short remainder of the trip.
Safely back in the garage, Kim and I were opening our doors when Ashley piped up. “Dean, Sweetie, would you mind carrying the pizza?”
“Sure.”
Kim interjected, “Yeah, boy,” and made the cracking whip noise again. I just kept my head down and carried the pizza into the den, and Kim brought plates and napkins and drinks from the kitchen. She stole a kiss from Ashley as she handed her a bottle of water.
Ashley said, “Thanks, Sweetie.” I stirred as I took my first bite of pizza.
XV. A couple of hours later, I was in the pool, thoughtlessly treading water. The sun was getting lower in the sky. It had been around twenty-four hours since Ashley had asked me to take her for a ride, and I was now as relaxed as I’d been in that whole time. Ashley’s mother had called a short time ago to make sure everything was okay, and I’d excused myself outside as they spoke, quietly descending into the cooling waves.
The girls had talked about making cookies shortly before the call, and I assumed that’s what they were doing now. I started to think about getting home. Would Ashley want to come home with me again? Oddly, I felt more comfortable being with her at home than somewhere else. I figured I somehow had more control at home, and under these circumstances, more control was better. Ashley was smart, as was Kim. I’d learned this in the last hour or two sitting on the floor of Kim’s den, talking about everything and nothing with them as we listened to music on Kim’s computer. They were both smart, but they were also inexperienced, and I couldn’t trust either of them to make good judgements.
I was in the middle of the pool when I heard a splash behind me. I was shallow enough to get some footing, and turned to see Ashley’s naked, submerged form gliding silently toward me. She reached my knees, then used my body to pull herself up before me, and I held onto her waist once she’d surfaced.
Cheerful as ever, she greeted me. “Hi,” she said simply.
I smiled, genuinely happy she was there. “Hi.” She pulled herself closer, wrapping her legs around my waist, and I supported her in the water, her firm breasts pressed against my chest as my manhood began to stiffen. We stayed face to face for several moments, scanning each others’ eyes for something. I didn’t know what it was, and I doubted she did, either. Her merry smile retreated from her lips slowly
More and more I was beginning to appreciate her and the way she made me feel. I felt desired. She desired me. And while it wasn’t love, her desire for me was more than just the desire for my prick in her pussy. In the past couple of hours, we’d laughed and joked and talked and learned about the way each other thought about things. I was discovering that she was amazing through and through.
I looked at her lips, and she moved them into mine, kissing me first briefly, then returning again for something more meaningful, and I happily joined her in her search. Our kiss was not mad or burning, but it was substantial. Our mouths searched for some kind of satisfaction, and for my part, I somehow felt we were getting closer to finding it with every passing moment.
My erection grew, finding its way upward to be stopped by her bum, and she began to move to and fro upon it. I moaned my desire into her mouth, and she ceased the kiss, pulling her head back to look at me, still moving along my shaft. She loosened her grip on me to reach a hand down between her legs and grab my spear, carefully guiding it to her entrance. When she became satisfied with my position, she pushed down gently.
I’d never made love underwater. I began to understand that the water was washing away her natural fluids, making it more difficult for her to take me, but she was determined. Her hands on my shoulders, she pushed down in little movements, serious concentration evident in her expression as she continued to look into me. Again and again she pressed until I was deep inside her. Then, with one final pull of her legs around my buttocks, we were locked.
She rested like this for a few moments before bending forward to kiss me lightly, saying, “Back against the side of the pool.” I carried her there, my hands on her buttocks, and she told me to grab the edge, which I did. She kissed me one more time before laying back with her hands still on my shoulders. She closed her eyes and began to grind into me slowly as I held on for balance.
Though there was no rhythm or pattern to her movements, I could see that she was focused intently on what she was doing. I was enjoying her on me, but I could tell very quickly that I would not climax like this. I could tell she was enjoying me, too, so I watched her as she continued to move against me. I began to appreciate this unique experience. Though I was holding on to the edge of the pool, I still felt as if I, too, were suspended in the water, and that our union was so singular as to exclude the universe around us. I closed my eyes in appreciation of the sensation, wondering if she was experiencing the same thing.
I stayed like this for a few minutes before opening my eyes again to find Ashley studying me. She was enjoying herself, but I could see that she was frustrated, I supposed that she would be unable to find release like this, as well. I let go of the side of the pool and pulled her closer to me as I walked us to the shallow end. I lifted her small frame up off me and onto the side of the pool, resting her legs on my shoulders as I planted a hard kiss on her labia. She lay back on the boardwalk.
I watched rivers of water shimmer in the last of the direct sunlight as they cascaded down her flesh, and my heart skipped. I began planting tender little kisses all over the outside of her sex. Her skin was soft and cool, and I enjoyed the intimacy of the moment immensely. I reached out with my tongue to separate her folds, and she moaned softly. The taste of the pool water was a little disheartening, but I continued with my exploration nonetheless, knowing I’d be rewarded for my persistence.