Authors: Natalie Deschain
“Meep meep!” she shouted, and ran for the back door. She undid the lock, slid it open, and ran barefoot across the deck.
“Cindy!” he shouted, still inside the house. “Someone will see you!”
She laughed. He was full of shit, for one. All of their neighbors were away for the holiday, and in any case, a high privacy fence and hedges would keep their secrets. Mom and Dad had obviously planned that, for their nocturnal use of the pool. Josh ran naked after her, already hard again and flushed with excitement. She stood at the edge of the deck with her arm covering her nipples and her hand over her pussy. She fluttered her eyelashes at him and lifted her hand to give him a little flash, then ran down the steps and barefoot across the cool grass. Her feet hit concrete and she threw her arms out to belly flop, bare-assed naked, into the pool.
Treading water, she turned around. Josh ran to the edge and without even thinking leapt in after her. Sputtering, he got his footing on the bottom and stood up, only for her to shove him, making him sink down into the water. When he came back up, she splashed him and swam hard, kicking her legs behind her. Josh grabbed her calves and yanked her back, spinning her around, and she yelped. She flailed in the water but was too strong, and he got his arms around her. In the cool water their bodies pressed together, and she put her arms around him. He was panting, his eyes wide. Under the water, his hands sliding over her back as he touched her shoulder and cupped her ass felt different somehow, his skin even smoother. She leaned into his shoulder and closed her eyes.
Some silent agreement formed between them. She sauntered to the shallow part of the pool and leaned over the edge, lifting he ass into the air, shivering from the cold water covering her body and plating her hair to her back. He came up behind her, rising from the water like some prehistoric monster from the sea, his manhood jutting before him. She leaned on her elbows and looked over her shoulder as he lovingly took hold of her ass, running his hands over the smooth skin, and squared himself up. Birds chirped in the early morning haze, and the breeze picked up, chilling her. It was at that moment that he entered her.
She moaned and her head bobbed down as he slid inside, more gently this time, letting her feel it, inch by inch. Standing behind her, he was able to lean in a little, until he was buried to the root, his member sliding in her insides as he repositioned himself for better footing, drew back, and gave her an exploratory thrust. His hips against her ass made a wet sound, and the water sloshed around his legs. She groaned and bit her lip, willing him to go faster, but he moved at his own pace, throbbing inside her. His hand slithered up his back, cool from the water, and she gasped. He slowed even further, until he was barely moving.
“Where is it?” he said in a low, husky voice.
“In the basement” she grunted.
He drew back and slapped her ass. She tightened reflexively around him, sitting up a little.
“That’s a lie.”
“It is!”
In and out, in and out, slowly. It was torturous. “Faster,” she demanded.
He had to give in. She could feel him shaking.
He pushed inside her to the root, and hooked his arms through her elbows, lifting her up, forcing her back into an almost painful arch. The cool breeze made her nipples tiny points of hard need.
“Where,” he said, sliding slowly in her, “is it.”
“In the dining room,” she gasped, “under the mail.”
He pulled out of her. She grunted. “Wait,”
“You’ve been a good girl,” he said, leaning over her. “Time for your reward.”
He grabbed her, turned her around, and lifted her up, throwing her into the pool. For a moment of sheer terror, she was afraid she might slip under the surface and drown. All the strength had gone out of her. Josh took her arm and held her up, pulling a raft to him. He lifted her up and dropped her on it, face down, and then climbed on it himself. Their weight made it sink, until they were nearly underwater. He threw his arms around her and the raft both, and she instinctively guided him in with her hand as he took her from behind. They rolled into the water as he fucked her, her head nearly dipping beneath the surface with every thrust. She put her legs together to squeeze him more tightly, the sensation doubling, tripling. She nearly bit the rubber raft. He threw his legs out to keep them from sinking and to pin her down as he rolled his entire body in one fluid motion, driving hard into her.
She felt her excitement build up again, but this time it was flatter, broader. All the strength went out of her, and he had to hold her up to keep her from sinking. She gave into it, her eyes lidded, her mouth falling open and every breath roughly working its way out of her as a half-grunt, half moan. He kissed the back of her neck, squeezed her, and despite the cold and the exposure, she felt strangely safe, protected by his strength. She was melting, fading into him, and when she felt the pressure building in his loins again, it was as if he was drawing her into his essence, their bodies melding together. She made a small, pained sound as the first wave came, involuntarily clenching around him. He grunted, willing himself to hold on, to keep going and drive her deeper into frenzy. Her legs quivered, splashing into the water.
Release came. It surged through her, making her spasm. It all happened at once. He pulled her off the raft and rolled with her, lifting her with his hips into the air, the cool breeze ripping the scream out of her as she came. He landed on his feet, holding her up, supporting her as he fucked hard from behind, lancing into her, his thrusts becoming more forceful again. He exploded inside her, a point of white heat against the terrible chill in the air and the water, and she went limp as the pleasure took her, driving the strength out of her limbs. When it was over, he was leaning back, treading water, holding her up.
He managed to get his arms under her and lift her onto the raft. The morning sun was hot on her bare skin even as the breeze was icy cold. She closed her eyes and luxuriated in it. Josh leaned against the side of the pool until he caught his breath, then slowly went to the shallow side and got up, awkwardly jumping out, now either oblivious or unconcerned for his nakedness. He walked over to the little shed, found some towels, and put them on the edge, then jumped back in. When she was ready to stand up, leaning on him, he put a towel around her nude body and helped her out, another wrapped around his own waist.
“Wow,” she finally managed.
“I hope you didn’t wake up the neighbors.”
“I don’t think anybody is home.”
There was a look of palpable relief on Josh’s face when he slid the mail aside and found his disk. Cindy looked at him for a moment, then shrugged and let her towel dropped and yanked on his where he’d knotted it at his hip, letting it pool around his feet. He blinked in confusion for a second and then said, “Hey!”
“Nothing you haven’t seen before,” she snickered, and sauntered off for the stairs.
She fell on her bed and listened as Josh went back into his room. She waited for a while and got up, pulled on her robe, and let it hang open around her naked body. Still a little wet, Josh sat on a bundled towel as he watched his final project printing. She sidled up to him and leaned on his side, and his hand snaked under her robe, resting on her hip.
“It’s a shame,” she said, “I’m going to go away to college, and never see you again.”
He sighed. “Cindy, we’re going to the same school.”
“Oh,” she said, in mock surprise. She leaned down and put her hands on his shoulders. “Maybe you could help me study.”
“Yeah,” he sighed, as the last few pages slid out.
She sauntered seductively to his bed, curled her robe around herself, and rolled onto it. “I think I need a nap.”
“Cindy,” he spun around, “What is this? You’re acting like I’m your boyfriend.”
She sat up, letting the robe spill around her sides, exposing her. “Don’t you like me?”
“Well, yeah,” he said, “but this is wrong, we’re-”
She got up, walked over to him, and straddled his thigh to sit on his lap. He kissed her.
“It’s not wrong,” she murmured as she leaned on him. “Nothing could be more right.”
He put his arms around her. “You didn’t have to steal my paper, you know.”
“Oh, yes, I did. You fuck better when you’re mad.”
“Just don’t do it again.”
“Uh huh,” she said, eyeing the disk marked “Calculus Notes” which sat prominently on his desk.
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