of her. She thought she could see
his fingers in the dark water, inches from her nipples. Heather had a sudden,
irrational desire to arch her back and feel his hands on her firm breasts. Her
tits ached and she couldn’t tell if it was from desire or the cold water.
Heather thought she saw another pair
of hands in the murk and was startled to look up and see James. He’d
presumably seen Charlie’s trouble with the strings and come over to join the
search.
“How is a girl in a bikini like a
gun on a coffee table?” asked Charlie.
Someone’s hands were below her
breasts now, tracing the bottom of her suit to find the straps. Warm fingers
brushed the lower part of her breast and Heather froze as she thought she felt someone
caress her.
“How?” her voice came out like a
croak. Charlie and James were so close to her she could barely breathe.
“How what?” asked Charlie, sounding
as affected as she felt.
“It was your joke.” rebuked James. “Remember?
The girl and the gun?”
“Oh yeah,” said Charlie. He finally
tightened the knot and he sounded more like his normal self. “Do you have a
guess?”
“They’re both smokin’ hot,” stated
James with one last admiring look before he turned to swim for the shore.
Charlie started to swim away too,
but he stopped and looked back at Heather, treading water for a long minute
before giving his own answer.
“You can’t stop thinking about
them.”
Chapter 2
Heather had wondered if Charlie ever
still thought about the bikini incident. That summer had been the last time
she’d really seen him in four years. When they got home from their trip he’d
headed off for college and their parents had separated soon after. He still came
over for dinner now and then or for a few hours on major holidays, but their
parents’ separation was rough on the kids, and it made things awkward.
On the rare occasions she did see
him, Charlie remained carefully distant from her, but sometimes she would look
up and see him studying her almost wistfully. She felt a longing for him too,
for the closeness they’d had when they were younger. “People grow up,” she
told herself, and threw herself into her high school friends and activities.
For the next several years the
families continued like this, but during Heather’s first year of college, her
mom and Charlie’s dad had started seeing each other again. They were talking
about moving back in together, and they insisted the family should spend a
couple of weeks at the cabin like they used to. Mom’s word was law, so days
off were taken from jobs and classes. Charlie and Heather were able to get
away a little early but since they could only get a week off work it was agreed
they’d drive up one day ahead of their parents and air out the cabin.
“We’re getting low on gas.”
Charlie’s voice broke into her thoughts. “Do you think we’re getting close to
the old Maverick station?”
Heather glanced around, looking for
landmarks. “I don’t think it’s too far. How low are we?”
“Oh, we’ve got a few miles left.
We’ll make it.”
He sounded more confident than she
remembered him, and she studied Charlie’s profile. His nose was straight and
his jaw strong. He was wearing a close-fitting flannel shirt and faded jeans
that hugged his ass and bulged slightly in front. She tore her eyes away
before he noticed where she was looking. Instead she looked down his muscled
arms to the large hands casually gripping the wheel and her stomach did a
little flip flop. She hadn’t been alone with Charlie since she could remember
and she found his masculinity disconcerting.
It’s just Charlie, she told
herself. But it wasn’t just Charlie any more. Despite the scattering of
freckles he still had across his nose, she could see that he’d become a man.
A few other cars were parked in the
lot of the old gas station when they pulled in.
his fingers in the dark water, inches from her nipples. Heather had a sudden,
irrational desire to arch her back and feel his hands on her firm breasts. Her
tits ached and she couldn’t tell if it was from desire or the cold water.
Heather thought she saw another pair
of hands in the murk and was startled to look up and see James. He’d
presumably seen Charlie’s trouble with the strings and come over to join the
search.
“How is a girl in a bikini like a
gun on a coffee table?” asked Charlie.
Someone’s hands were below her
breasts now, tracing the bottom of her suit to find the straps. Warm fingers
brushed the lower part of her breast and Heather froze as she thought she felt someone
caress her.
“How?” her voice came out like a
croak. Charlie and James were so close to her she could barely breathe.
“How what?” asked Charlie, sounding
as affected as she felt.
“It was your joke.” rebuked James. “Remember?
The girl and the gun?”
“Oh yeah,” said Charlie. He finally
tightened the knot and he sounded more like his normal self. “Do you have a
guess?”
“They’re both smokin’ hot,” stated
James with one last admiring look before he turned to swim for the shore.
Charlie started to swim away too,
but he stopped and looked back at Heather, treading water for a long minute
before giving his own answer.
“You can’t stop thinking about
them.”
Chapter 2
Heather had wondered if Charlie ever
still thought about the bikini incident. That summer had been the last time
she’d really seen him in four years. When they got home from their trip he’d
headed off for college and their parents had separated soon after. He still came
over for dinner now and then or for a few hours on major holidays, but their
parents’ separation was rough on the kids, and it made things awkward.
On the rare occasions she did see
him, Charlie remained carefully distant from her, but sometimes she would look
up and see him studying her almost wistfully. She felt a longing for him too,
for the closeness they’d had when they were younger. “People grow up,” she
told herself, and threw herself into her high school friends and activities.
For the next several years the
families continued like this, but during Heather’s first year of college, her
mom and Charlie’s dad had started seeing each other again. They were talking
about moving back in together, and they insisted the family should spend a
couple of weeks at the cabin like they used to. Mom’s word was law, so days
off were taken from jobs and classes. Charlie and Heather were able to get
away a little early but since they could only get a week off work it was agreed
they’d drive up one day ahead of their parents and air out the cabin.
“We’re getting low on gas.”
Charlie’s voice broke into her thoughts. “Do you think we’re getting close to
the old Maverick station?”
Heather glanced around, looking for
landmarks. “I don’t think it’s too far. How low are we?”
“Oh, we’ve got a few miles left.
We’ll make it.”
He sounded more confident than she
remembered him, and she studied Charlie’s profile. His nose was straight and
his jaw strong. He was wearing a close-fitting flannel shirt and faded jeans
that hugged his ass and bulged slightly in front. She tore her eyes away
before he noticed where she was looking. Instead she looked down his muscled
arms to the large hands casually gripping the wheel and her stomach did a
little flip flop. She hadn’t been alone with Charlie since she could remember
and she found his masculinity disconcerting.
It’s just Charlie, she told
herself. But it wasn’t just Charlie any more. Despite the scattering of
freckles he still had across his nose, she could see that he’d become a man.
A few other cars were parked in the
lot of the old gas station when they pulled in.
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