After he finally loosened up and relaxed a bit, he was hanging out near the edge of the pool. I swam over to him and pressed against him until his back was against the wall and there was skin to skin contact all the way down the lengths of our bodies.
"I was right, you know." I teased him, placing a kiss at the top of his sternum.
The muscles of his chest glistened in the moonlight from the water, and I was glad that we were having this adventure. This was so different from the hook ups at school with guys who wanted to meet in obscure places and were then ashamed that I blew them or they f****d me.
This was someone who had wanted to talk to me, wanted to come home with me, and didn't care that people saw us together. I am pretty much done with the whole closet routine at this point
