Page 72 of We Were Something
This feels…almosttooeasy. Too simple.
So I take it with a grain of salt, wondering what I’m missing.
“What Idon’twant,” she continues, “is for a fun weekend together to get ruined because we hit on a sore topic, something we can save for another day. Hopefully when we’renot40 miles from home and anchored in a bay that is perfect…” She tugs off her top. “For sunset skinny dipping.” Unbuttons and drops her jean shorts. “With you.”
Yeahhhhh, this isnothow I saw this evening going. I figured it’d be more silence, a quiet dinner without conversation. Maybe Paige’s sassy attitude coming out to tell me what she really thinks then me sleeping on the couch.
Not a naked party in the water.
My eyes drink her in as she stands on the deck in just a pair of tiny panties and a lacy bra. All that smooth, alabaster skin and the dips and contours of her sexy, petite figure on display for me.
And then, before I can respond, she reaches back and unclasps her bra, the scrap of lace falling to the deck next to her other clothes, revealing the pale pink of her nipples and the delicious curves of her full breasts.
“You interested?” she asks, eyeing me with that devious look I’ve seen from her on a handful of occasions.
In each of those instances over the past few weeks, I’ve pulled back. Denied myself. Talked through the reasons why somethingcouldn’thappen.
But not tonight.
No. Tonight, I want to bring down my barriers and enjoy myself without constantly worrying about…everything.
“Absolutely,” I tell her, toeing off my Keds and quickly stripping out of my button-up and jeans.
It’s as I’m dropping my pants that Paige wriggles out of her yellow panties and kicks them over to the ever-growing pile of clothes.
Then she gives me a wink.
“See you in there,” she tells me before she steps over the lifelines surrounding the deck and dives into the water.
I chuckle nervously, my eyes glancing around in the dimming evening light to make sure nobody’s watching before I shuck my boxers, step to the edge of the boat, shake my head at myself, and then follow her in.
The cool water of the Pacific chills me to my core, flooding my body with a surge of energy as I break through the surface and drag in a breath.
When I emerge from below, I hear a shriek from my right, and when I turn, I find Paige laughing her ass off.
“What’s so funny?” I ask.
“The way you looked around…to make sure…nobody was watching,” she says, trying to get her words out while gasping for air. And then she breaks into laughter again.
I roll my eyes. “Only a few people in my life have seen me naked,” I tell her, treading water and reminding myself how to float. “Excuse me if I don’t wanna show off my dick to random strangers.”
She cackles even harder, and I just shake my head, unable to hold back my grin.
Eventually it subsides, and the two of us float next to each other in the water, watching as the fading light from the earlier sunset continues to disappear behind the island.
“So you spent all of your teenage years sailing on boats, and you never went skinny dipping?”
“What, you think I should have stripped and swam naked with my teammates?”
Paige giggles. “I wasn’t thinking about your team,” she says, her arms starfishing out and her body buoying up so the tips of her breasts break the surface, her nipples hard peaks in the cool water. “You never tried to sneak a girl out on a boat? Never tried to show off your epic sailing skills and get a handy in the process?”
A laugh bursts out of me and echoes across the cove.
“Of course not,” I tell her, struggling to stay afloat as laughter racks my body. “Do you know how much trouble I could have gotten in?”
“Mmmmmm,” she hums, looking at me. “Yes, I do. But I also know how muchtroubleyou could have gotten in.”
I shake my head. “You’re too much.”
