*on hold* Until Callan moved in next door, Presley was one hundred percent, completely fine with how her life was turning out.
She never regretted dropping out of college or wasting her days working in a diner for minimum wage. Boredom never plagued...
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This morning, when I stepped out onto the back deck with my coffee, I was met with a familiar chill, the one that I knew marked the beginning of autumn. It wouldn't be long before we'd be trading shorts and tanks for jeans and flannel.
By the afternoon, though, the air warmed and the sun's rays bounced off the glassy lake. Presley had the day off, and we'd just finished a late barbecue lunch of chicken skewers with Greek salad.
"We should go swimming," Presley said. "It's only going to get colder. Might be our last chance."
"Isn't there a rule about waiting a certain amount of time to swim after you've eaten?"
"Do I look like a rule follower to you?" She raised a brow and then slipped her tee over her head, revealing the same black bra I'd torn off her late last night before taking her against the bedroom wall. Since I'd drawn her that romantic bath the other night, we hadn't been able to keep our hands off each other.
Presley stood and shimmied her jeans down her hips. Matching lace panties. My cock throbbed, reminding me to stand up and undress. In just our underwear, we ran down the steps, onto the sparse grass and then the sand. Presley raced ahead, flashing me a grin as her feet hit the dock.
She dove into the water just as I reached the edge of the aged wood.
"You're so slow," Presley said, a taunting smile on her lips as she emerged from the water, dark hair slicked back.
Eye on my target, I dove in. With little effort, I caught up to Presley, slipping my arms around her waist and hoisting her over my shoulder. She let out a shriek of laughter, splashing and kicking boldly until I eased her back into the water... though she didn't stray far. She wrapped her legs around my waist and looked into my eyes, lashes glistening.
"You said something about me being too slow?"
"I let you catch me," she said.
"Sure you did." I smiled.
Presley ran both hands through my hair. "It's true. I let you catch me so you'd kiss me. We haven't kissed in the lake before."
"No, but you did kiss me just over there," I said, glancing the short distance to the sand where Presley had pressed her lips to mine for the first time. "Kinda funny how we got started, isn't it?"
"You didn't like me." She frowned, but there was amusement in her eyes.
"Nah, I was just in a bad place when we met. I didn't not like you. In fact, I always thought you were hot. Especially in those pink running shorts, which, by the way, saved your life a few times."
Presley rolled her eyes. "When are you going to admit you're just a terrible driver."
"Shhh. Quiet," I murmured, stifling a laugh.
"Denial is a form of admission."
Leaning in, I hovered my lips over hers before pulling back just enough to say, "I'm going to kiss you now." When she didn't argue, I closed the gap between us, devouring her mouth, coaxing her tongue to meet mine. Presley's breasts pressed against my chest, her ass resting over my throbbing erection. I wanted to fuck her right there in the water, but I also couldn't stop just simply kissing her. So I decided on taking my time, kissing her until she was out of breath... until I couldn't take another moment of not going further. When that point came, I cradled Pres in my arms and walked us inside the house, to the master bathroom. Turned out, the expensive shower bench Presley convinced me I needed was definitely worth the money.
