Authors: Teagan Kade
“There.” Dan points to what looks like blobs of black in the distance.
I squint. On closer observation it looks like a group of parked cars.
As we creep closer to them, Dan begins to chuckle under his breath. I look into the distance and gasp. “Are they doing what I think they’re doing in there?”
“You bet.”
“You’ve brought me to the local make-out spot? I’m flattered and all, but-”
“Oh just shut up and watch, will you?”
I zip it as we come barely a car-length away from the happy couples. The two in the car closest to us seem particularly ‘active’. They’ve got the radio blaring. I can still hear them over the top of it.
“Observe.” Dan switches something on the console and picks up the radio mic. He hits another switch. His headlights and emergency lights come on at the same time, bathing the whole lurid scene in glorious light.
“Attention! Attention!” he booms through the megaphone. “This is private property!”
The poor, naked individuals who have been lit so are shocked into statues. I’ve never seen a look of such terror and shock before.
A second later they burst into activity, cars rocking and clothes flying in the cramped interior of their vehicular abodes as Dan sits on the horn and continues to mock them through the megaphone. “Trespassing is a serious offence. You may be jailed.”
One car reverses out so fast it collects a tree. The bumper hangs off the back as the shirtless driver tries to regain some control.
I’m in stitches. These poor kids are going to be scarred for life.
Dan just keeps at it, honking and flashing his lights. One poor boy wrestles with his T-shirt like it’s a wild octopus, his girlfriend screaming as she looks for her bra.
“That’s enough, please.” I can barely breathe I’m laughing so hard. Tears are streaming down my face.
Dan’s laughing too. His voice breaks up as he speaks through the megaphone. “Um, that’ll be all. Carry on.”
I slap him on the shoulder as he switches off the emergency lights and pulls back onto the road.
“That was cruel,” I tell him. “I may have wet my pants, but cruel all the same. That’s what you do for fun around here?”
He’s beaming. “Sometimes. It gets kind of slow, if you know what I’m saying. There are only so many times you can swing by the donut shop.”
I eye his body. It hasn’t seen a donut in years. “Somehow I don’t think you spend much time with my deep-fried friends.”
“You’d be surprised.”
We’re back on the main road. My stomach’s actually cramped up from all the laughter. This is a side of Dan I never knew existed. I heard his old man passed away not long after his mom. His dad was a general in the army, a real strict man who made Dan, an only child, call him ‘sir’ and line up for random room inspections. I always thought Dan would grow up to be just like him, a real chip off the serious shoulder, but am I wrong?
Losing his dad would have been hard, but I also imagine it would have been a relief too, as twisted as that sounds. Maybe now he’s free to live his life. Maybe he’s free to… find someone.
“You haven’t said a word about your time in the army.”
He sighs, the burden returning. “To be honest, Alice, it was a tough period for me. I had to make many decisions I’m not proud of, decisions that will stay with me, haunt me until the end of days. Am I proud to have served my country? Sure. Am I convinced what I did was right and just? Not so much. I guess that’s why I came back here, to a simpler life and a clearer cut of right and wrong.”
“Right and wrong is never clear cut. You should know that better than anyone.”
“Perhaps, but out here it’s easy to pick the bad apples. They don’t fall far from the tree, and when they’re rotten there ain’t no turning them rosy and red again. That’s the war here. That’s the truth.”
I decide not to press the issue. “Where are we going now?”
“It’s a surprise.”
A few miles up the road we pull into a driveway. Dan gets out and undoes the gate. We drive through and it begins to come back to me. “Old Man Benbrook’s?”
“The old man’s passed, I’m afraid, but yep, one and the same.”
We head down the side of the house, down a separate drive and out into the scrub. Finally, we stop. The car’s headlights illuminate the same lake we skinny-dipped in all those years ago. I’m trying to suppress a pang of nostalgia, but it wells up inside me all the same. It’s a lot smaller than I remember, more of a pond, actually.
I can’t even recall why we were out here in the first place back then. It was probably my idea, my way of doing something naughty to break my good girl image.
I do remember I didn’t want anyone to see me naked. I made them all turn around while I undressed behind a tree.
Dan breathes out. “Just thought you’d enjoy seeing the old place again.”
I open the door and step out. The air’s chilly against my arms. Goose flesh rises up on my skin.
“What are you doing?” says Dan from the interior of the car.
I give him a mischievous grin. “What do you think?”
I pull my dress off over my head and let it fall to the leaves. I’m feeling invigorated, free as I stand there shivering in my bra and panties.
I run down past the car and leap off the end of the jetty with a ‘woooo!’.
When I hit the water, my grand idea appears a little less wise.
It’s absolutely chill-your-ovaries-off freezing.
I thrash up and down.
Dan stands by the car laughing. “You are crazy, girl. I’ll give you that.”
My teeth begin to chatter together. “Are you coming in or what?”
“Me?”
“I don’t see anyone else.”
He thinks on it for a moment. “Oh hell.” He begins to undo his shirt and belt. Even under the moonlight I make out the hard planes of his chest, the dramatic vee that runs down into his pelvis as he steps out of his pants. He hops around removing his socks. I have to laugh.
I wrap my arms around myself, my nipples diamond hard against the insides of my arms as I tread water with my legs below.
Down to his jocks, Dan takes the same path and comes leaping in beside me with a giant splash that sends water rolling up the banks in giant waves. He comes up spluttering.
“Wooowwweeeeeeeeee that is cold.”
I’m actually shivering, arms wrapped around myself and my teeth beginning to chatter like tiny tea cups on a saucer. “Maybe this wasn’t quite like I remember.”
Dan swims over, bobbing his head just above the surface. “If I recall, we were actually skinny dipping back then.”
“You don’t call this skinny dipping?”
“We’re still wearing clothes.”
I feel reckless, slightly unhinged as a wicked thought slips into my head. I reach under the water, behind my back and unclasp my bra, pulling it off and with a great deal of effort tossing it onto the bank. “Not anymore.”
Dan’s staring at me with his mouth open. I can’t tell whether he’s mortified or excited. “You’re still wearing your panties.”
So he
can
flirt.
A hook a finger into the side of my panties and pull, bringing my knees to my chest to draw them up and over my bent legs.
Finally, bare as the day I was born, I hold up the cotton offenders with one finger. “You were saying?”
Dan combs his fingers through his hair. “Oh boy, I guess I’m next.”
I nod slowly, conscious of the cool water between my legs. My nipples draw to tight cigar stubs just below the surface. I want to lift myself up slightly. I want him to see them, but I wait, lips brushing the surface.
He splashes and fumbles around a bit removing his jocks. He’s not graceful in the slightest, but in his awkward movements there is a reserved kind of charm.
Finally, he holds his dripping jocks up and tosses them to the growing pile of clothes on the bank.
The patrol car’s headlights cut a swathe of light down the center of the pond, but we both stay in the shadows.
I swim just a touch closer. “How does it feel?”
“Fucking cold.”
Now it’s my mouth that hangs open. I slap the water hard with both hands, sending large ripples oscillating out to the edges of the pond. “Dan Winter, did you just swear?”
“Yes, ma’am, I believe I did.”
I swim closer. “I told you not to call me ma’am.”
“My apologies. How can I make it up to you?”
Don’t you dare say it.
“You could start by keeping me warm.”
You did. You damn well did.
I swim forwards until I’m pressed up against him. His body is like marble but his skin is pliant as I grip his arms. Our eyes are in stalemate above the water as my nipples brush against his chest and his erection taps against the side of my thigh.
Our mouths come together.
The juxtaposition between the cool waters of the pond and the heat of our mouths and tongues is exquisite. Insects dart through the air, chirping around the perimeter of the pond as the fog that wraps us swims through the light.
He holds the back of my head, fingers moving up into my hair as he pulls me closer. I press my tongue deeper into the back of his mouth and moan. This is a different Dan. This Dan is taking control.
I wrap my legs around his torso and run my hands down his back as we struggle to stay afloat.
I’m fighting to catch my breath as we break away ever so slightly. I look into his obsidian eyes and it seems right.
I make for his mouth again with greater urgency, my core clenching together with need as I press myself against the flat of his pelvic bone. I grind my clit against him, his cock rising up to nestle into my folds.
He stops kicking and we both plunge under the water for a moment.
I come up gasping.
“Come on,” he says, breathless, towing me to the edge of the jetty.
He comes behind me, hands on the pale globes of my buttocks, and pushes me up onto the jetty’s surface.
He pulls himself up from the water beside me, the dark liquid streaming off his body in black sheets.
I lie down, the wooden slats rough against my skin and spine as he moves over me. The jetty groans with our weight as his lips press down the side of my neck and a nipple finds its way into his mouth.
I buck up, my back arching. I mewl and moan, completely out of my body and mind at the speed and suddenness of this encounter.
Slowly, he moves down my body marking every ridge and raised surface with his lips, marking out his territory until he comes to the aperture between my legs.
When his tongue presses into my slit, I inhale sharply. The sensation is overwhelming, too much to take in as I stare at the stars above.
He pulls my clit into his mouth and sucks on it, dipping his head to press the tip of his tongue deep into my soaking hole.
I spread my legs wider and pull him up to me, taking his mouth and tasting myself upon his lips, the earthy taste of my arousal.
“Are you sure?” he questions, chest billowing and water continuing to spill from his body to stain the wood below.
I quiver below him and nod.
“Wait here.”
He leaps up and dashes for the car. I sit up on my elbows, laughing quietly at the sight of his too-white ass cheeks bobbing through the darkness. He opens the glovebox, running back with bent cock, tearing the condom packet on the way and rolling it over his member as he hovers over me.
I hold him firm. “You keep condoms in your patrol car?”
“You never know.”
He reaches down, fisting his cock and guiding it into place.
I shift my hips to help him, but he seems confused.
“It’s been a while.”
“Here, let me.”
I reach between us and take hold of his member, placing it against the hot opening of my sex. “Better?”
“Better,” he smiles, and drives deep inside me.
It’s been too long since I was with a man in this way. I’ve forgotten the fulfilment, the heightened sensation as Dan pulls back and thrusts forward again, hilting himself in my wetness as I claw down his back and take hold of his ass, lifting my hips to meet him, grinding and pressing myself towards him with animal urgency.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, building into a steady rhythm, hands underneath my buttocks and lifting me into him with every stroke.
I kiss him deeper, trying to take in every bit of his body. I taste the cinnamon of his mouth, breathe in his overt masculinity as he plunges inside me. In. Out. In. Out.
My climax comes out of nowhere, barreling through me as I jerk and spasm. My pussy squeezes him in quick contractions. He won’t last long.
Dan thrusts into me furiously, his breath coming in short gasps. I hold him firm as my own orgasm continues to assault me.
“Come,” I beg him.
“Ah!” he cries, running to the end of my pussy and releasing. I let him finish, let him hold me in his arms and his body cover my own.