It’s wide and looks deep, deep enough that Bri is completely submerged and swimming somewhere under the surface. Across the sparkling pool, water cascades down in a transparent sheet from a ledge above.
This looks much safer to drink than the mud water.
I take off my boots and set them down. My shirt and pants come off next. I leave on the briefs and wade into the cool crisp water. I stop when I’m about waist deep and lean down to splash some water on my face and hair, cleaning off the mud, sand, and sweat.
“Come on, Tai, it’s even cooler down here,” Bri says, treading water in the center of the pool. Her eyes are bright and shining. If I knew how to swim, I’d be over there in an instant.
“I’m good.”
“No, really. Come on, it’s better over here.”
“I can’t swim,” I admit.
She moves closer. Her dress is wet and see-through, the top clinging to her chest and her hard nipples peeking through the fabric. I’m glad my lower half is underwater because I’m immediately hard.
“You can’t swim?” she asks, looking skeptical.
“Never learned. Not many bodies of water on fueling stations,” Itell her. Water is a precious commodity in space. I would go months between baths. And when I did, it was pretty much a bucket of dirty water poured over my head.
“That’s a terrible excuse. I happen to know there was a pool at the muraDome. You could have learned anytime you wanted.”
I wade a little closer to her. I’m extremely turned on right now. Her body is incredible, and I want to remember how it feels against me.
I’m about to snatch her wrist and pull her toward me when she screams and jumps into my arms.
“I felt something! Something touched my ankle!” she shrieks as she shakes and looks back frantically.
“Are you sure?” I ask, searching the clear water along with her.
“Yes, I’m sure!” She smacks my chest and grabs my arms to keep herself perfectly still.
Our eyes meet, hers terrified and wide. “Tai. I think it’s on me,” she whispers.
“Okay, okay. Where?”
“Here in the front,” she says, motioning down at her lower half.
My eyes follow hers down her chest, belly, and between her legs. “Please get it off me.” I watch her face go pale and notice she’s hardly breathing or moving at all.
“Okay. Don’t move.”
I reach down and my fingers graze the soft skin of her belly. My dick is throbbing. The sheer dress is the only thing between our skin. I gather up her skirt and bunch it in my hand, clearing the way to her bare thigh.
“Don’t get any ideas,” Bri says. She’s scared but hasn’t lost her easy humor.
My finger brushes down her leg. On her inner thigh, a sticky bump is stuck tight to her skin. I grab it gently and pull, not sure how it’s attached itself to her. I peel it off slowly and reluctantly pull my hand away.
The little thing is an orange and black spotted amphibian of somesort. It’s cute. It fits in the palm of my hand and clings to me with four padded feet.
“I think you made a friend,” I tell her and hold it up.
“What is that?” Bri squirms and shakes off the feeling.
“I don’t know, but it looks harmless.” I peer into its big buggy eyes. Its tongue pops out and it licks its own eyeball. Its pupils focus on me, and right when I’m about to stroke its back, it unhinges its jaw and bites down on my thumb.
“Ouch!” I scream and drop it, but it stays stuck to my finger while I try to shake it off. I fling it off back into the water, and Bri and I run for the shore.
Wide-eyed and panicked, I can’t help but laugh at the ridiculous sound I made when it bit me. Bri clutches at her middle, laughing so hard she can’t even get a sound out.
