Page 90 of Running Winter

"Well, I'll leave you two here if you don't mind. I've had a long day. Nice to meet you, Heather."

Mom rose, smiling at Heather before turning and making meaningful eye contact with me.

I couldn’t quite read the message in her eyes, but I nodded regardless.

Heather waved before turning back to me, exhaling slowly.

"Wow. So you're a dancer," I said softly, leaning forward to gaze at her intently.

"I am. Soon to be a mature student.” Heather laughed, pushing her golden hair behind her ear. "I'll be the old hag at all the parties."

I shook my head, moving my stool closer to hers.

"You're beautiful, Heather."

"Aw, Rafe. You can be sweet."

"Swim with me," I whispered, and she shook her head like I was insane.

"Considering I have no underwear on, that wouldn't be a wise idea."

"Take it all off. Only Mom is in, and she is in her room. Dad won't be back, and my sister is at my grandparents."

Heather studied me for a moment, then pushed her jeans down, revealing her tanned legs. She stepped out of them before picking them up and folding them over the stool she’d been sitting on.

I tugged my t-shirt off, and she bit her lip before crossing her arms and lifting her shirt over her head.

No underwear.

Heather Herrod was completely naked in my backyard.

I dropped my trousers, but Heather was already in the pool, her hands slicing through the water as she swam effortlessly.

I watched her for a moment, her naked form shimmering beneath the water. Then, as she turned and came back in my direction, I slid into the water beside her.

The pool was heated year-round, but it still felt refreshing with the humid air we had tonight.

"I'm going to UCLA," I confessed, slipping my arm around her waist.

Heather wrapped her legs around me, and I pressed her against the wall of the pool. She was, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman I'd ever laid eyes on. She wore no makeup, and her eyes were something else entirely.

"No way," Heather whispered as my lips grazed her shoulder.

"Yeah."

Her breasts were pressed against my chest now, and my fingers cupped her ass.

I moved my hand, allowing my fingers stroking her silky folds.

She sank her teeth into her bottom lip, and I swear to God, I almost shot my load there and then.

My fingers pushed into her tight hole while my thumb worked her clit.

"Did you think about me earlier when you were out?" I asked, enjoying watching her struggle to answer me.

"Yes," she replied, her mouth letting out little gasps as she did.

"Did you imagine this?"

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