“He isn’t here,” Briggs assures me. “Tia is still at school. We have a couple hours before she gets home.”
“Okay,” I say, though I still feel a bit unsure. Water has always scared me, but maybe that’s only because I can’t swim. Swinging my legs over, I get up from the bed to get my bag of clothes Briggs got for me from the dorm room.
I grab a black bra and matching panties to change into while Briggs goes to his closet. When he returns, he is wearing a pair of dark blue swimming trunks.
“You look delicious in your underwear,” Briggs says, his voice thick with lust, and his eyes filled with hunger.
“You can take them off me tonight,” I offer with a wink.
“Are you trying to seduce me, little bird?” he teases, taking a step closer to me.
“Maybe?” I shrug my shoulders and bat my eyes at him innocently.
He closes the distance between us with two long strides until his chest is pressed up against mine and our faces are only inches apart. He snakes his arms around my waist and gives my ass a squeeze that has me jerking toward him.
“Don’t worry, bird, we’ll play some kinky game tonight, but right now, your cute ass is walking out back, so I can teach you how to swim.” He follows his order up with a little smack on my butt.
“You think my ass is cute?”
“Everything about you is adorable.” He leans down and presses his lips to mine with a gentle kiss before grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the door.
While holding his hand, I follow him down the stairs and toward the back of the house. We make it through a hallway into a sunroom that leads us to the backyard.
Briggs opens the door, and we walk out onto a large deck with a seating area and a hot top. A few steps down from the deck is a large concrete area with a huge oval pool surrounded by large trees and bushes to make the area private. It’s just after lunch and the sun is shining from above. I tilt my head up slightly, using my hand to shield my eyes from the sun, and realize there is not a cloud in sight.
“It’s a beautiful day. Perfect pool weather,” Briggs muses, running his fingers through his short brown hair before pulling me closer to the pool.
As soon as I see the blue water, a knot of doubt forms in my stomach. Briggs must sense my apprehension because he gives my hand a small squeeze.
“We’ll stay in the shallow end, where you can stand until you are more comfortable,” he suggests, making me feel better immediately.
We enter the pool together down some stairs. The water is a comfortable temperature and before I know it, I’m standing in water that reaches up to mychest. The only thing keeping me from panicking is Briggs’s strong hand wrapped around mine tightly, and his promise of not letting me drown.
“All right, I’m gonna hold you up and walk next to you while you practice. That’s how I did it with Tia,” he explains.
I give him a small nod. “Okay, I’m ready.”
Briggs lets go of my hand and places it on my stomach instead. I lean forward, letting my weight rest on his outstretched arm while I kick my legs back and start paddling my arms.
Embarrassment floods me when I realize how stupid I must look right now, but Briggs doesn't seem to care.
“That’s good,” he encourages me while walking me back and forth in the pool. “You are doing so well.”
His hand remains securely pressed against my stomach as I continue to make swimming movements until my muscles start to get tired.
“I think I can try without your hand now,” I say in a moment of confidence.
“Are you sure?”
“No, but you can still let go.”
A few seconds later, Briggs slowly removes his hand. I continue to push my feet and arms through the water while keeping my head above water barely, but I’m doing it. I’m swimming. “Oh my god, I’m swimming!”
Briggs chuckles from behind me. “Yes, you are. I knew you could do it.”
I turn myself around and swim back toward him. He opens his arms to me, and I swim right into his embrace. Wrapping my legs around his torso and my arms around his neck, I let him hold me in the water like he did at the pool party. Only this time, our foreheads are touching, and I’m a million times more comfortable.
“I think you earned yourself a little prize for doing so well,” Briggs murmurs against my lips.
