She laughs again and pulls off her tank top.Now all she’s wearing is a sports bra, the underside dark with sweat.
“Turn around,” she says.
“Seriously?”
“You don’t need to watch me get a sports bra off,” she says.“I promise it’s not sexy.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.”
She just shrugs, then grabs the band of her bra, takes a deep breath, and yanks up on it.It comes up a little, just enough to trap her upper arms, and then both her breasts suddenly bounce free.
Not sexy myass.I’m at half-mast already, and things are lookingup.
Clementine sort of wriggles back and forth, both arms still over her head, the bra awkwardly around her shoulder and upper arms.She hops a little, then takes another deep breath.
“You need?—”
Suddenly the thing pops off, over her head, and she shakes out her hair, tossing it next to her other clothes before glancing over at me.
“Yeah, I don’t think I can have sex with you after seeingthat,” I tease.“I especially hated the part where you hopped up and down.”
“Hunter, get in the water,” she says, unbuttoning her pants and pulling them down, kicking her boots off.
“Ladies first,” I say.
She walks over to me, at the edge of the perfectly clear, blue pool, and sticks one foot into the water.
Then she pulls her foot back with a gasp.
“Fuckthat’s cold!”
“Are you wimping out?”I ask, taking a step into the water.
It’s fuckingcold, so cold I instantly can’t feel my feet, but I force myself not to react in front of Clementine.
“No,” she says.“I’m just taking it slow.”
“That’s gonna make it worse,” I say.
She scrunches up her face and dips the toes of one foot in.I force myself to wade deeper, up to my knees, hands on hips.
I’mnotlooking forward to my balls going in.They’re already clenching at the thought, but I can’t back out now.
“You want help?”I ask.
She looks at me like I suggested murdering Trout, and I laugh.
“Just do it,” I say, wading a little deeper.My balls clench tighter.
“How aboutyoujust fucking do it,” she mutters.Now she’s up to her ankles in cold water, her fists clenched at her sides.
I look at the center of the pool.I can see the gravel bottom from here, it’s so clear, and it’s four, maybe five feet deep.
Deep enough.I start wading back out, toward Clementine.She looks at me and laughs.
“Who’s wimping out now?”she teases.
“Me,” I say, coming to stand next to her.“Definitely me.”
