Nineteen
Trixie
I’d never thought of swimming as an exciting sport, let alone a sexy one.
But, watching Wes in the water really did it for me.
His long, tapered, powerful body, clad in only a miniscule speedo, slicing through the water at crazy speed, muscles bunching with every stroke … it was a lot for a girl to take in. Especially with memories of the way he’d come for me on the phone last night playing in a loop in my head.
I never thought of myself as an experienced lover, and I didn’t imagine I’d enjoy “teaching” someone with less experience. I always figured it’d be a letdown, and looked for partners who knew what they were doing and could maybe teach me a thing or two.
But, being with Wes had totally flipped the switch on that train of thought.
His exuberance, willingness to
