Ethan
Alright, I thought we were swimming naked? I don't know anymore. Yeah, she's probably naked under that towel, but she's still got a towel on, and I can't see her sexy as fuck body beneath it, which is a real disappointment. Yeah, no sex, I get it. Sorry, I'm still hard for her. I can't help it. I can't stop. I'll be good, though. I'll contain myself.
Down boy! Cut that shit out! Stop being so fucking greedy for Ashley's pussy, you stupid dick!
Doesn't work. I tried, right? Gave it my best shot. What more can I do?
She gapes at me, her eyes staring at my crotch. Aw yeah, that's right, Princess. Stroke my ego. I love it.
"What's with the towel?" I say, lifting one brow.
She snaps her eyes back to my face and blushes. "Um, I'm cold."
"You're not cold," I tell her. "It's like eighty degrees out, Princess. Ditch the towel and let's go for a swim."
She's clinging to that towel like it's her entire life. I don't even understand why. It's not like I haven't seen her naked before. We're just going swimming. What the fuck?
But, yeah, this shit happens. I've dealt with it before. It's cute when Ashley does it. Don't ask me why, it just is. I walk towards her and toss my own towel onto one of the pool lounge chairs, then reach for her and hers. She loosens her grip, and I pull her hand away slowly, taking the towel from her. Once we're done with that, I toss her towel into a chair, too.
"Come on," I say. "It's just swimming. Let's have some fun."
"Um..." she mumbles.
I lead her towards the steps heading into the shallow end, then help her down onto the first one. The water is warm and nice. Fuck, I love heated pools, you don't even know. Best invention ever. Nothing against cold water, but it can go suck a dick as far as I'm concerned.
I leave her at the steps into the shallow end and she panics.
"Where are you going?" she asks.
"Diving board?" I say.
"Oh."
She watches me the entire way there, still standing on the first step. It's her ankles. Just her ankles. She is up to her ankles in the water, and I don't know about you but I wouldn't consider that swimming. Don't worry, I'll fix this. I know exactly what to do.
I march up to the diving board, which probably looks comical. Yeah, my erection, remember? I don't give a fuck. I step out to the edge of the board and bounce a little. Intentionally. She's still watching me, and each time I bounce up and down, my cock does a little dance for her. I make a show of it, spinning a little. Helicopter or some shit? I don't know. She smiles and laughs, though.
After that, I dive in. A real dive, not some stupid boring jump. I know swimming, alright? I grew up with this pool. This isn't my first rodeo. I got this. There's barely a splash as I enter the water, and I sink down to the bottom of the pool easily. I stay low, swimming towards her, eyes latching onto her toes twinkling in the water.
Pink. She's got pink toenail polish on. I like it. It's cute. Matches her personality.
Her toes twitch when I get closer. I'm at the stairs now. I come above the surface, jumping up and rebounding off the bottom step of the stairs, then I grab her around the waist. She squeals and screams, kicking and flailing, but I fling her over my shoulder anyways. And that's what we do, that's how we enter the pool. She pounds on my back and screams at me while I carry her further and further into the pool.
"Ethan! Ethan, put me down! What are you--"
"Hold your breath, Princess," I say, laughing.
She's not going to. I know she won't. I'm not that much of a dick, though. I clap my hand over her mouth and nose to keep her from inhaling water, then I dunk us both down. Once we're under, she stops smacking my back. I shift and swim around so I'm facing her. She's holding her breath on her own now.
I used to play this game when I was a kid. Not sure if it's as exciting when you're older, but I want to play it with her now. I don't even know if you'd call it a game, but that's fine. I don't care.
I grin at her and sneak closer. Then, while we're both underwater, I kiss her.
She blinks, confused at first, but then she kisses me back. It's nothing too crazy. We're both underwater, remember? But it's fun and playful and flirty, and we keep kissing until we slowly float back to the surface. I duck away from her and start treading water. She does the same.
"What was that for?" she asks.
"What the fuck? I need a reason to kiss you?" I ask.
"Are you trying to seduce me, Ethan Colton?" she asks, glaring a little, smiling a little more. I love that flirty accusing tone in her voice. Sexy as fuck, that's what that is.
"Nah, just having fun with you, Princess. That alright?"
She bites her bottom lip and turns away. Her cheeks are red. I love that, too.
"I wish we could do more," she says. "I think it would be fun. I really am sore, though. I'm sorry."
"Hey," I say, swimming close to her. I put my hands on her hips and spin her so she's looking right at me. "Don't be sorry. Nothing to apologize for."
"Are you sure?" she asks. "You're not upset or disappointed or anything?"
"Nah, I'm not," I tell her. I'm not, either. I mean, shit, I'd love to fuck her right here and now, but there's more to life than sex, you know? Shut the fuck up. Don't judge me.
"I always feel weird swimming," she says. "Do you think I'm pretty?"
"What the fuck kind of question is that?"
She shrugs, which nearly sends her underwater. I pull her up before she goes too low, and she laughs.
"You're so weird," she says.
"I'm the weird one? You're the one asking if you're pretty."
"Well, how should I know if I'm pretty?"
"You're pretty," I say. "Trust me."
"How pretty?" she asks.
Are we really having this conversation? "Pretty as fuck," I say.
She laughs at me. "That doesn't help! Give me a number. From one to ten. Ten is the best."
"Twelve," I say.
"That's not between one and ten!"
"You think I fucking care?"
She laughs again. We're having a serious conversation here! I can't believe she's laughing at me.
God, she's beautiful. I love it when she smiles.
"Want to race?" she asks.
"You're asking me to race?" I ask. "You realize this is my pool? I've been swimming here since I was three. You think you can win?"
She makes a face at me, pursed lips, wrinkled nose, wide eyes. It's cute and arrogant all at once.
"Do you think you can win?" she asks me, trying not to smile.
"Whoa, you did not just say that," I say. "You don't want to bring out my competitive spirit, Princess."
"I'll bet you," she says. "I bet you I can win."
"What are the stakes?" I ask. "What do you get if you win?"
"Um... if I win, you have to make me lunch. I want a turkey club sandwich, with extra mayo."
"Shit, that's harsh. You're bringing your A game, I see."
"How about you?" she asks. "What do you want if you win?"
Her eyes sparkle. I can see it. I know what she's thinking. What do I want? I want to fuck that sweet pussy of yours, Princess.
But, nah. She's sore, remember? We have to lay off that. Give it a break. Also, what the fuck, if she gets a sandwich, I want something good, too. Sex is great, but we'll get to that later. Right now I want...
"If I win, I want you to make me one of those fruit smoothies you make sometimes."
"With the strawberries and bananas?" she asks, her ears perking up.
"Yeah, that. Those are great."
"It's not that exciting..." she says, but she smiles and blushes, too. Man, I will never be able to get enough of her red cheeks.
"Don't underestimate yourself," I tell her. "They're really good."
"Alright, well I'll make you one if you win," she says. "If you win, but..."
"Oh, there you go again, Princess. Keep it up. I'll go harder than hard. I'm not a good sport. I play to win."
She laughs and swims close to me, then hugs me. It's... I don't know. Unexpected? I don't care. I put my arms around her and hug her, too.
Yeah, we're naked. So what? Yeah, my cock is hard and pressed between her thighs. Does it look like I give a fuck? We're swimming here. We're racing. Serious shit is on the line. If I win I get a goddamn fruit smoothie. I've never wanted anything more in my entire life.
Maybe. Maybe not. They're really good, though. You should try one sometime.