Lusty Lakehouse

YOU AND ME GO FISHING IN THE DARK

Running his hands through his brownish locks he sighed a ragged breath. " you really trusted me with this beast". I wondered whether anything would happen between us.. We had so much fun spending a long, lazy night on the Lake. sipping cold beers with countless conversations about our dreams, our hopes, and desires. It was one of the only times in eight years that neither of us weren't in a relationship.

The conversation turned edgy when he dared me to go skinny-dipping. We were sitting on the dock by the water's edge. I knew he thought I'd never do it and I was more than a little tipsy so I pulled my summer dress off there and then and jumped straight in. The water was freezing and I rushed to the surface, squealing.

Tristan was bent over with laughter. Reaching down to pull me up out of the water, he gripped me in his tanned arms and a wave of electricity ran between us. I hadn't been wearing a bra and, as I clambered up to him, I realized my tiny panties were see-through from the water. Of course I felt self-conscious, but as his eyes flickered along my body, lingering on my hardened n*****s, I almost forgot my embarrassment. I wanted him to look at me, I felt like it was the first time that he'd really seen me. A

wave of energy rushed through me, tingling between my thighs.

If I hadn't seen the neighbors walking by just then, well, I don't know for certain, but I felt sure he'd

have kissed me.I pulled my dress on before I was seen and we sat back down to finish our drinks, but the atmosphere had changed completely.

we'd been howling with laughter . Suddenly we were quiet, the air between us heavy with expectancy. I remember how excited I felt, but also how frustrated I was that this was only happening now, the night before he was scheduled for his trip to Thailand.

The night air was warm so we decided we would take the boat to the other side of the shore and walk the rest of the way.On our way back to his aunts apartment, he put

his arm around me, a gesture that he'd repeated a hundred times at the lake house that night. but this one it was different, more tentative, his fingers gently circling my sun-kissed shoulder. My heart was pounding, my senses felt heightened. The smell of honeysuckle was mingling with the subtle scent of his skin.

The humid night air felt like it was closing in on me with sound of music and people and chatting in the restaurants that we passed. Everything was intensified and unreal. My mind drifted as I fantasized about us at his flat, me on the edge of his dining table with him kissing my neck, pushing my dress up to my waist and slipping inside me. Tristan, licking the salted sweat off my skin and biting down on my breasts....my face flushed with excitement. As we entered the large building and slipped past the

desk clerk. I wanted him, bad. the soft familiar song played in the elevator as we swayed upward. I caught the slight smirk on his face as he seen me gazing up at him. as the smooth jazz hummed in the background.

A ping of pain and sadness washed over me as the door open. His aunt was waiting for us with a room full of friends and neighbors. They had arrived to wish him well and see him one last time before his departure. In front of this crowd of people, we slipped straight back into our familiar roles, "the total platonic friends".

His Aunts first question was where was his girlfriend Alissa, and would she be joining us for dinner? I made a quick exit to the kitchen thinking this was the way to the bathroom. I inched closer to a balcony window.

I thought.. If i jump from this ledge... maybe I'll die on impact and not have to sit threw this dinner. What I don't want to do, is explain to a crowd of unfamiliar faces. Just who i was, and what i was doing here. No such luck, he and his aunt came into the kitchen where i was standing. My nerves really got the best of me. I gave a quick smile and then tell Tristan " I'm not feeling well, I think I'm gonna head out, it was nice meeting you". I say to his Aunt before fleeing the apartment. Finally safe in the warm small hallway. a rush of comfort warms my thoughts and i head home towards my lake house.

I wasn't able to sleep that night. I imagined him naked in bed, fighting with the blanket in the heat, as sleepless as me. I couldn't stand it, the desire that he'd awakened in me had to be released. I slipped my fingers between my legs and imagined Tristan's, strong hands running up my thighs, his hot, hard lips and soft, wet tongue inside me. I bit down on my lip and clenched the sheets. With the thought of him, hard and thick, pulsing inside of me, I reached a shuddering orgasm, before falling into a frustrated sleep. Endless days pass. My routine has been nothing more than flash of days at Macks dinner and lonely nights.

My head pounded when I showed up for my shift at the dinner. my eyes felt gritty and dry, and my muscles ached. I needed sleep but found it had been damn near impossible to nap for more than minutes at a time. I glanced at my reflection in the stainless door of the refrigerator and grimaced at the dark smudges under my eyes.My blond hair looked like a birds nest and my cheeks were sallow. As I arrived at the Dinner my boss Mack met my gaze as i walked into the back of the kitchen area.