Short Stories

Story Two

She stepped out of the pool, with water dripping down her body, with a smile my gaze moved from her legs to her lips. I hadn't known her well, but I'd soon know her well enough. Her feet stood on the edge of the concrete, worrying, as if they were scared someone was going to take the ground from them. They were quite right. I found a chance, and an excuse to talk to her. The splash was thunderous, but not loud enough to cover her laughs, as she realized what I had done. I had hoped she wouldn't be mad, but it was even better than that, for she was almost teasing me for throwing her into the water.
"Oh, you just wanted to touch me, didn't you!"
"I can't exactly deny that, but you can't exactly prove it either, now can't you?"

I found something inconceivable, that day. For some reason, it was truly simple, and that simplicity was something that I had needed for a long time.

We all went inside, and I hurried off to grab drinks, and think of some sort of excuse to get her in a room, alone with me. An idea came to mind, and I was hopeful yet again. In my attempt to not look rushed to speak to her, I strode back down the hallway with various food and drink that anyone might enjoy, and then I spoke another few words with her:
"Won't you come with me for a second? I think there's something you might enjoy"
No response but a smile, and I returned it so. We both seemed to not be so hurried, walking back, although I was quite nervous. I never found out if she had been, but it didn't matter, after all.

So she went and asked, "what is this thing you must have me see?"
Although it was a terrible line, I said it anyway, as it was all that I could get out of my mouth. "You see, in that reflection? That. That's what I wanted you to notice, because I definitely noticed it. Beauty need not be forgotten, you know."
She laughed, and it was a different laugh than before. We began to dance to no music, with no more words in between us; we had no use for them.
She looked into my eyes, almost as a dare, and I kept looking right back until I finally did what was on my mind. Her lips, enchanting and unexpected, danced as we had, and without my notice, our dance turned out to be on the bed.
My arms pressed her down before me, as I whispered into her ear, just what I wanted to do. Laughs and nods were the only responses, yet again.
With her top removed, I began kissing the nape of her neck. Slowly, to the motion of music, I told her to shut up, when her moans got too loud. Her thighs got warmer, her legs opened wider, and my hips pressed with more lust. It was beautiful.
Before long, with her body pressed against mine, I let her feel the warmth of my cock on her skin, and asked her a simple question. Instead of a nod or a laugh, a begging cry came out. "Yes, please."