Page 44 of Krash & Bern

“Say no more.”

Javon did a quick U-turn and headed toward a daiquiri spot on Old Spanish Trail. Once he’d gotten the drinks, he passed them to us, and we took a taste test.

“Oh shit. That’s straight liquor!” Bernice exclaimed as she smacked her lips at the strong taste of alcohol in her drink.

“That one might be mine. Let’s switch.”

I held my cup out to her and watched her lips wrap around the straw. She took a cautious taste and hummed once the beverage hit her tongue.

“Yeah, this one taste much better!”

I laughed. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s no problem.”

We sat back and relaxed into the seats of the SUV while Javon pulled onto the highway. At least the drive would be more tolerable as we sipped and talked.

When we got back to the mansion, the liquor had already settled into our systems as we laughed at something that probably wasn’t funny to begin with.

“I had Camille pick up a swimsuit for you,” I explained as I draped my arm around Bern’s shoulder and led her to the pool room.

“That’s boring. It’s less steps to just take my clothes off and swim in my undies.”

“It works for you, but as soon as I get these drawers wet in the water, my dick gon’ be on full display?”

“So? I’ve seen you naked. In fact, I vividly remember swallowing you up many times back in the day.”

“Comments like that gon’ have me bricked up. Please relax.”

“Oops,” she sang. She toed off her sandals and slid her dress down her body. Her perky breasts waved as she stepped out of the mess of clothes and sauntered over to the edge of the pool.

Between the strong ass daiquiri and her sexy ass, I knew I’d have to put on the best restraints possible. She wasn’t mine yet, so I had to reel in my desires.

“Are you coming, Keyshawn?”

“Yeah. I’m gon’ put these on though.” I grabbed the dark purple swimming trunks. Once I was down to my boxers, I pulled on the trunks and put them on. I tied the drawstring and walked over to the edge of the pool behind Bernice. I placed my hands on her hips.

“Play some music,” she instructed as she turned around to face me.

“Why you ain’t say this before I walked over here?”

“My mind was too occupied with watching you strip down to your drawers,” she stated.

“Pervert,” I mumbled.

“Not even!”

I walked back over to my phone and connected to the Bluetooth speakers installed throughout the room. I turned on the LED lights to cast a red and blue mixture across the room. I played my favorites playlist which consisted of rap, R&B, and soul music. Hopefully, the shuffle could set the tone and keep the good vibes flowing through the room.

As I approached Bernice a second time, she turned her back to me. With a quick bend of her knees, she pushed off the edge of the pool and jumped in. The splash created waves in the water.

When she emerged from the pool, her natural curls fell against her shoulders. The brown and blonde loose curls sculpted her face. I wanted to dive in and kiss her, but I remained calm and cool under her intense gaze.

“Are you going to join me?” she asked as she swam to the edge of the pool and stood to her feet.

My pool was rectangular in shape. The far end was ten feet of water while the closest end was only four and a half feet deep. The middle jumped from five and a half to eight feet. Each increase was marked on the side in large black and white numbers.

“I am.”

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