Tristan
Ihave no idea what has come over me. Mom sent me out this way to check on Lana, make sure she was okay. And I was only doing this because I happened to be standing there when Mrs. Robinson mentioned she wanted Lana to have some fun on their vacation.
Now, I’m standing here in just my boxers, trying to keep my cool with her. If some loser wants to forget her the moment she leaves, she should do the same. She looks me up and down and blushes when she stares between my legs a little too long. My cock jumps under the scrutiny, which only makes her blush deeper.
“Are you getting changed, or am I tossing you in with your clothes on?”
She backs up a step and shakes her head, her sudden burst of anger now gone. “I’m not going in there. It’s freezing.”
“Exactly.”
“Exactly what?” she huffs.
“It’s freezing, and you need to cool off. No reason to get hot-headed with me. I didn’t forget about you the second you were out of my sight.”
No, I’ve been thinking about her non-stop since last night. She plagued my dreams, and when I woke up this morning, I wanted to spend my whole day with her and get to know her. Mom sending me over was just an excuse so she didn’t catch on. Crushing on a guest has never been an issue, but I’m pretty sure Mom and Dad would have a conniption if they knew what I wanted to do with her. Best to keep this one under wraps.
She narrows her eyes again and stomps her bare foot on the pier. “He didn’t forget about me. He wants to talk to me, but I don’t get any damn signal in Nowheresville, USA.” She waves her phone in front of my face to finish driving her point home.
I snatch it out of her hand, toss it on the grass, and drag her by the arm to the end of the pier. “Let go of me,” she yells, tugging on her arm. I let go with my back facing the water. I see in her eyes the moment she decides her next move. Her hands press hard on my chest, and I start falling backwards into the water. I wrap my fingers around her tiny wrists and pull her with me.If I’m going in, so are you.
We crash through the surface into the cold water below us. We kick to the surface, and when my head breaks through, I shake the water from my hair and open my eyes. She’s flailing her arms and gasping for breath, struggling to stay afloat.
Shit! I don’t think she knows how to swim. She’s only a few feet away from me, and I reach her, wrapping my arms around her waist, holding her above the water.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got you. Can’t you swim?” I drag us closer to the shore so I can stand, and she wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck, pressing herself against me. Her lips hover inches from mine, and I reach out to run my finger along the seam. She bats her eyes at me in response. Her body is so soft wrapped around mine. I shift her weight up higher, settling her firmly against my hard dick. The moment she decided to press her sexy body against mine, I was done for. This was a bad idea. All I want now is to be balls deep in this girl with the big hazel eyes.
She shakes her head and shifts her weight, rubbing against me a little more. “Not well. I like the water, only when I can stand, though.”
“You should be able to stand now.” To my disappointment, she releases her legs’ grip around my hips, and I guide her to the rocky shore. When I’m sure she’s fine, I step back again, giving her some space.
She looks down at her wet clothes and back at me, narrowing her eyes. So much for having her cool down. She looks even madder at me than she did moments ago. Although, having her wrapped tight around me was totally worth the death glare I’m receiving from her now.
“Do me a favor. Stay away from me.” She pulls herself out of the water, and I watch her, following her wet path as she stops at my clothes. She bends down, gathering them in her arms, and pulls them to her wet chest.
“Hey, where ya going with my clothes?”
She looks at me and smiles. It’s not a ‘warm, happy to see me’ smile, either. It’s an ‘up to no good’ smile. She throws them as hard as she can off the end of the pier, and they land in the water. I swim as fast as I can to get them before they sink and get swept away in the lazy current.
She grabs her stuff and runs away before I have the chance to get out. It’s a good thing I left my phone in the barn; otherwise, I would have been pissed. As it is now, I’m annoyed, but I guess I deserve it. I did pull her in with me. Even if I didn’t, though, I was going to force her in.
I toss the wet clothes back on the pier and lay on my back, looking up at the clear blue sky. There are a few clouds sprinkled around, but overall, it’s another perfect day. Images of a pissed Lana filter through my mind, bringing a smile to my face.Damn, she’s cute when she’s upset.
An image of Kasey pops into my mind next, and my good mood sours. She’s already called twice today and sent a few messages. Pictures of the campus and shit like that. I looked at the first one and put my phone away after. I don’t need to deal with her shit right now.
I pull myself out of the water and put my hat on my dripping wet head as I slowly make my way back to the house. I hold my jeans and t-shirt in front of myself, hoping for some sort of decency.
I hear him laughing before I can even see him. “What the hell happened to you?” Holden asks.
“Mom asked me to get Lana involved, and I thought swimming would be a good activity.” I hold up my dripping clothes for him to see. “Didn’t quite go as planned. I’ll be back, just want to get some dry clothes on.”
He laughs at me some more until he’s out of ear shot, and I make it to the house. Mom and Mrs. Robinson are sitting on the porch, talking, and Mom gasps when she sees me.
“Tristan William, what happened?” She stands from her chair to get a better view.
“Had an accident by the pond with Lana.” I glance up at Violet. “I thought she would enjoy a swim since she’s spent so much time by the water already. Turns out I was wrong.” She tries to speak, and I stop her. “She’s fine. She’s also getting into some dry clothes.”
“She’s not much of a swimmer, I’m afraid.” She covers her mouth, trying not to let me see her laugh.
