But It's Better If You Do

Just Keep Swimming

“Babe, what are you doing?” I laughed. A continued to contort her body until she was wrapped around me.

“I'm bored.” A admitted in a huff. I pecked her lips.

“What do you all up and wanna motherfucking do, my little hex?” I asked playing with her hair.

“I don't know.” She groaned.
I combed my fingers through her hair as I thought.

“Let's go to the lake.” I suggested.

“To swim?” she questioned indignantly.

“Why not?” I questioned pulling her hair slightly.

“Remember what happened the last time we went swimming?” she replied sassily.

“I didn't let you drown then and I won't let you drown now.” I stated coolly.
She thought it over for a while before reluctantly agreeing.

“I'm gonna go change, I'll meet you at the pier.” She slowly unraveled herself and sat up pulling herself off the couch.

“Sure you don't want me to wait for you?” I asked waiting for her response.

“Yeah, I don't wanna hold you up.” I watched her ascend the stairs then made my way out toward the lake. I pulled off my tank top and tossed it onto a nearby lounge chair before running off the end of the pier and flipping into the water. I swam to the surface and shook my hair out of my face before swimming back toward the ladder to reach the top of the pier. A was just making her way down the trail towards the lake; she placed a couple towels down on the chair with my shirt and made her way over to me.

Got damn.

I sucked in a sharp breath and squeezed my hand closed tightly.
Don't pop a boner. Don't pop a boner.

“Loz?” A questioned waving a hand in front of my face.
I snapped back into reality before pulling her body close to mine.

“You're fucking sexy.” I stated smoothly. A blushed before pulling me into a soft kiss.

“So you gonna teach me to swim or what?” she giggled.