High Stakes Trilogy - Book 1

If someone had told me I’d become so entangled with an older woman, a mother even, that I wouldn’t be able to focus on anything else, I would have scoffed in doubt. And it wasn’t because I had any issues with them, it was just something that never entered my mind. Still fresh out of a rather nasty breakup, the last thing I wanted was to get involved with someone again. Never, in a million years, would I have thought to entertain the possibility of someone else’s presence alone having the ability to bring me to my knees. Literally. But, that’s exactly what happened. The funny thing is, there isn’t anything I’d do to change what happened to me this summer.

The ride up to the St. Francis River was visually impressive, and for the most part, quiet. Yet, I couldn’t for the life of me focus enough to write. Which was odd considering this was the perfect time for me to do so. For multiple reasons. Having played a hard-core athlete persona most of my life, I’ve kept my prose pretty tight-lipped, and during vacations I’d often find inspiration which would lead to me jotting down a limerick or quip here and there. The only other person aware of this side of me was Kara, my younger sister. And, although I did have an older brother, he was mostly clueless when it came to anyone else’s interests other than his own drug addicted lifestyle. Being estranged from the family for years now has been hard on my family and this trip was one we have grown to appreciate. Taking us away from real life, even for just a few days, seemed like a godsend. That was one of the reasons I loved coming to the Ozarks. My parents haven’t had an easy go of it with Seth, and haven’t been the same since he left. Any chance for my family to enjoy some good ol’ fashioned happiness, needed to happen.

I squeezed my small leather journal with both hands, hoping it would spark a creative mood, but I was too distracted with the millions of random thoughts hovering around in my head. Mom’s sporadic singing didn’t help either. I loved her elated nature, but it jarred my concentration. I looked over at Kara, who’d been ping-ponging between sleeping and reading and smiled at her contentment. Dad was still typing away on his laptop and would occasionally turn the music down when the singing would get out of hand. Then again, I may have partied a little too hard last night and the only thing my eyes seemed to want to do was close. Not to mention I was suddenly experiencing some early signs of car sickness, so I grabbed my lunch from the Panera bag and pulled out my panini, hoping a little food would help.

In between bites, I looked out the window and tried to figure out why she did it. As our car weaved in and out of caverns and massive rock walls, I pondered why, after two years, would she end things with me out of the blue like that? I never cheated, although anyone else would have considered her constant refusal to hook up as a red flag. I was always there for her, despite her inability to engage in practically any sexual activity with me. And, although the reality was clear, I hadn’t been happy with Brittney for quite some time. I was actually relieved to be done with that relationship before I started the next chapter in my life.

Having just graduated college and turning twenty-four in a few weeks, I was pumped to begin work in a few days as the assistant coach for the boys baseball team at my university. It was an honor to have gotten such an offer at my age, considering the typical candidate would have been much older. I was thrilled my job hunt could finally end with something I was actually very excited about. The pay wasn’t much, but I was offered discount housing on campus. So, win fucking win.

“Just entered Missouri! We’ll be there soon!” My mother squealed in excitement and Dad raised his head to look out the window. She looked forward to this trip all year, every year, and her excitement was palpable. It was rather adorable. This year even more so because she had finally convinced her long time friend Brooke, who was, sadly, recently widowed, and her two children to join us. Mom had been Brooke’s babysitter her entire upbringing and as she got older, a real friendship blossomed. They were only about ten years apart. Apparently my mother hounded her all year to come and that she needed this, and to her credit, it was a beautiful spot. Crystal clear roaring water, the crisp, fresh air of the upper east side of the Ozarks and an endless supply of activities and friends. It was a dream, really. So naturally, I too was excited to party till dawn and meet some new distractions. Previous years of me coming here, I’d seem to be in some sort of relationship with someone back home and the attention I’d get from the young female campers would end in rejection. I was a man of honor after all. So, when I texted Kevin our timing for arrival and my new relationship status, he was pumped to let the games finally begin. We made one hell of a team. He was bronzed, over six feet tall, and had a head full of blond curls. The ladies practically jumped out of their bikinis whenever he’d look at them. I wasn’t quite as tall, but still up there, nor as tanned, but I was more fit than average.

The entrance to the campground was practically hidden in the trees, having been here multiple times it wasn’t an issue but I couldn’t imagine finding this place otherwise. There was barely any reception in this area and nothing for miles. You could really get lost in these parts. As we pulled onto the dirt entryway and neared the check-in office to get our rafting passes and site number, Kara punched me in the arm to divert my attention to a cluster of girls carrying life jackets and oars for me to check out. We still acted very much like children even though we were both now into our early twenties. Sadly, the ‘look at me’ overly-revealing fashion style didn’t appeal to me much anymore and finding a confident, direct and game free gal didn’t seem to be a possibility these days. Not with TikTok and Instagram consuming their developing brain cells and egos. It left very little to the imagination and no time for actual conversation and rapport. I felt like I had more of a forty year old way of thinking when I should be happy with whatever I got. None of my friends felt this way and couldn’t wait to take any female up on their offers. I humored Kara and gave it the good ol’ token glance over needed to get her to let up. Don’t get me wrong, I loved the female body, but something about the general population of them these days didn’t do it for me. Exercise is a huge part of my lifestyle, and my career, so naturally I was more attracted to athletic bodies. Sadly, most girls, I’ve found, didn’t care too much about that and remained either skinny-soft or sloppy. I flashed her a half-enthused smile and downed the rest of my Gatorade.

“You’ll forget all about Brittney with all these new shiny toys walking around.” My sister was half mocking me at this point.

“Can’t wait,” I mumbled and rubbed my hand over my unshaven goatee. Ever since I decided to let it come in a month ago, just a shadowing, I’ve gotten a few compliments. I liked how it made me look older, since I didn’t feel like I quite belonged within my age demographic. The middle school antics of my peers were getting tiresome, but I would play along, to entertain my little sis. She flew in from L.A. for this trip and I wasn’t sure who was more thrilled, me or our mother. She always brought a good time to the table and often made us forget our unspoken sadness with her humor and youthful vigor.

“All set!” Mom jumped back into the driver seat and slammed the pedal to the floor and drove like a bat out of hell down the mountain’s side and toward our site by the rapids. Same as she always did. Since we were little.

“Sarah, slow down. You’re going to kill someone,” Dad barked. For the last few days, he had been overly stressed with work and almost didn’t come this year. But mom wouldn’t hear of that and made him bring his laptop to keep him happy.

“Don’t worry bro, this will be good for you. Away from all the crap of every-day life and free from any obligation,” Kara continued trying to cheer me up. “We can both wallow together while we pretend we’ve got it all figured out.”

“Sounds like something I can get behind.” The car slid into our site a little faster than my mom had intended, no doubt, and she turned to me with a guilty look on her face. Avoiding my father’s glare.

The sky was clear and the area was beginning to fill in with new arrivals. I typically wasn’t one for cold climates so anything super hot and outside was my cup of tea.

Kara shoved her belongings into a worn-out Grateful Dead bag and haphazardly tossed me the remains of a half-eaten bag of Combos. I shoved a small handful of the delicious tube-shaped crackers into my mouth and looked around. I took a glance at the site next to ours and noticed a modest sized pull trailer and a car with a license plate that read Tennessee, which meant Brooke had already arrived. Judging from the bouncing my mother was doing in her seat while trying to remove the key from the ignition, told me I wasn’t wrong. This was the first time in a long time they’d be able to spend an extended amount of time together, other than the handful of times they’ve gone away on a few long-weekend ski trips. I’ve never really hung out with her or her kids, but from what I gather, she was one cool lady. And since Dad would be busy half the time, Mom didn’t have to worry about having no one to hang out with. Kara and I didn’t take offense, as we spent most of our time either rafting or hooking up with friends.

I was hoping the clean Missouri air would help fuel my energy for a good weekend ahead. Being well aware that the partying would commence immediately with some of the friends that were already here waiting for our arrival, I needed to get my head in the game. The ladies slammed their doors seconds apart from one another, snapping me out of my daze. The view never got old. A towering cliff lined the back side of the entire campground and spanned for what seemed like miles in either direction. With only a football field width of camping ground between it and the river made it a truly badass place to hang for the next few days. There were a few scattered trees, but not many, so if shade was needed, people usually walked a short distance to the bathrooms, which also led to a small forest. If I had to guess, I’d say it wasn’t much more than sixty yards from our set up.

“Oh my God we’re finally here! Should we set up now or go make our “hello” rounds while Dad finishes up?” Mom asked, jumping in place and talking loudly over the sounds of the rushing water behind her.

“Let’s walk,” Kara answered and shot me a look of disgust. “You dump a bottle of water on yourself? You’re soaked. Gross.”

“I’m sorry for being human and having pores and shit.” I pulled my t-shirt over my head and flung it over to the picnic table where it landed with a thud on top of a box of Frosted Flakes.

“Dude! Ew! That’s my cereal!” She frowned at me and punched my arm. I pretended it hurt like hell while making an agonized face. We followed our parents, mom of course was frolicking for god’s sake, to Brooke’s site. As we rounded her camper, we happened upon two kids at the picnic table painting.

“Hello!” Mom yelled, arms splayed out for hugs. The youngest was a boy, with a full head of bleach blonde curls and crystal blue eyes. He almost fell back off his seat out of excitement at the sight of Mom before saving himself and getting on his feet to run toward us. He was pretty cute, as far as youngsters went. Funny, I never really noticed before, but Brooke had some pretty model-worthy kids. When mom was done with her hug, she stood back up. “Your mom around?”

“She’s getting some snacks, she’ll be out soon,” the older one replied, looking up only briefly before returning to her project. She was focused. She looked nothing like her younger brother. Her hair went down to the middle of her back, brown and straight and her eyes were dark green like the heart of a dragon.

“How old are you little rascals now?” Kara asked.

“I’mma gonna be five in this many days,” he held up 4 of the tiniest little fingers I have ever seen and flashed us a toothless grin.

“Woah! You’re going to fill the whole hand now! What about you Harper?” Mom asked.

“I’m seven. My birthday isn’t until winter.” She kept her head down, still focused.

The door to the trailer, only about ten feet behind me, screeched open and I turned my head to the sound. Out of the shadow-filled interior came a pair of bare feet with perfectly painted blue toenails. As the rest of her emerged into the light, I had become immediately hypnotized. It was as if everything was moving in slow motion around me. Maybe it was the heat? Even the sounds around me ceased to register in my ears. Down the steps walked a pair of perfectly toned, silky, caramel legs. Damn. I didn’t know Brooke had an older, older, daughter. Maybe she was my age! I sure hoped so, because I could already see my hands exploring every inch of that body.

“Mom, Sarah’s here!” The little one hollered up toward the woman. Of course, I waited for Brooke to answer from somewhere inside still, but as the rest of the descending goddess became visible, I quickly realized that this woman wasn’t someone my age at all. It was Brooke. Holy fucking shit. She’s hot as hell.

I swallowed the lump that had immediately formed in my throat and tried to calm my hormone-filled imagination. But no matter how hard I tried to thwart my attention, my eyes were drawn to her. It felt like I was being taken over by a sex deprived scoundrel. But all I could focus on was the fact that not much of her skin was covered by her skimpy leopard print bikini. Not to mention every ridge of muscle on her stomach and arms were defined and inviting. So much for wanting a girl more clothed. I desperately needed water to quench the sudden parching of my mouth and something to take my attention off of my mom’s most favorite person. It was bad enough I felt it jerk a little in my pants when she smiled and slowly turned toward me at the exact moment I was watching her ripe ass bounce as she closed the door behind her. Well, this should be interesting. I never would have pegged myself as a fall-hard-fast kind of guy. Especially being newly single and supposedly fed up with females. But hey, I’m twenty-four after all. I’m allowed and currently my hormones were on a frenzy roll I couldn’t, and quite frankly, didn’t wanna kick. What was surprising and exciting to me was, the thought of being with an older woman was suddenly all I wanted. Let’s rephrase that. This older woman. Just how old was she anyway? Couldn’t be much more than thirty yet she mimicked a nineteen-year-old with her smooth as fuck skin, toned as fuck body and beautiful as fuck face. Lots of fucks come to mind with her in my sight. I had to adjust my stance a little to let the tool in my pants fall where it needed to. It was getting a little dicey to say the least. One more lick of temptation to my, suddenly out of control, fascination and the cops would have to be called, considering there were young children around.

She lifted her face to us, and her eyes lit up when she saw my mother. Her breasts bounced up and down ever so subtly as her excitement became visible and the second she hopped off the last step they were immediately wrapped in each other’s arm. The lady seemed to naturally frolic for God’s sake. Within seconds they were jumping up and down, squealing like middle schoolers. Besides the fact that my mother was in the picture, I could watch this all day.

“Day One! Let the tom foolery commence!” Brooke declared. “I had no idea the water was so rapid!”

They both laughed.

“Well get ready lady,” Mom shouted, “because just a little ways down it really picks up and that's when the fun begins! This spot here is good for kayaking with the kids, but as the river forks downstream it’s wild.”

Brooke rubbed her hands together, “I’m so excited! The kids can’t wait to kayak! Hi, Mitch!”

“Good to see you, Brooke,” he smiled and nodded. He was a man of few words.

Kara and I smiled at their excitement. It certainly seemed as though all of us were equally as excited to see her. Well, Dad hadn’t had a moment to get a word in yet, so I couldn’t really speak for him I suppose. But I knew Kara was eager to be here with her. This past year Brooke had been helping her with a few art projects and they had grown closer because of it. Although, I personally have never hung out with her, or really even spoken with her for that matter, I feel like she sort of fits into the distant relative category.

Distant. Very distant. Let’s be clear about the proximity of that statement, Evan, should anything...happen.

I was getting way ahead of myself, but I couldn’t restrain the wicked ideas swirling inside my head. Every word that came out of her mouth wrapped around my neck like warm hands and sent bolts of heat down to my groin. I suppose it could be the simple fact that I was ready for a good time and she was the first woman I had laid eyes on that didn’t turn me off. The girls earlier certainly didn’t catch my attention like she has managed to. This woman definitely carried a certain magnetism, that was for damn sure. The effect she had on me was sprawling. And borderline, insane.

“Well, well, well,” Brooke slowly released herself from my mother’s iron grip and pierced her gaze right into me. I broke out in goosebumps. Keep it together, man. Jesus. Her voice was like hot arrows penetrating every inch of me. God, my blood is racing. How old was she again? “If this isn’t Hercules live, and in the flesh. I may need to get these old eyes examined because there is no way, this is the same Evan I used to babysit.”

Damn. Feel free to say that again. I’ve always wanted a babysitter in my older years. Her words were husky as she delivered them, and yes, toward me. Me. My already raging and deprived libido was certainly cyclonic at the moment. It seemed any attention from her could, quite possibly, cause a complete spiral of testosterone to overcome my will to remain decent. I felt like a wild animal was squirming under my skin and there was no telling if I’d be able to tame it.

I chuckled awkwardly at the inappropriateness of these thoughts, luckily no one knew that was the reason. Can you really not make eye contact, man? She’s walking right towards you! Look up!

“Evan,” she hummed my name and my knees almost collapsed. A devilish smirk spread across her perfectly parted lips before she wrapped her arms around my topless body.

Well this is awesome, and also a wicked bad idea.

The moment her minimally clothed figure pressed against my bare and sweaty torso, I knew I needed this woman. Even if it was just once. Or at the very least, I’d have to use my imagination. Something would surely have to be done to alleviate some of this sudden arousal. I was ungodly attracted to her from the moment her foot came into view.

She smelled of mangos and mischief and sent my tongue into a saturated state of longing. I gave her a fairly adequate squeeze but was careful to avoid joining our bodies completely as I doubt she’d appreciate me rubbing my pre-hard dick into her pelvic bone. That wouldn’t go over so well, I knew that for certain. I was fully aware of the consequences that could arise had I gone all in and returned her enthusiasm. The woman was practically naked for God’s sake. Naked and glowing. Naked and hopefully eyeing me as well. I needed to stop saying naked as it wasn’t doing anything to help matters.

This could surely be fun, should we dare to dabble in a little misconduct. I don’t even care how old she is. It’s just a number after all. I have no pre-existing prejudices toward any of them.

She was still damp from the lake and her skin was glistening from a coat of tanning oil. She resembled a goddamn Caribbean goddess. We released our embrace at the same time and her eyes held onto mine before she broke away to hug Kara next and in that brief exchange, my heart ceased to beat. As she went to hug my sister, I watched the muscles of her back flex like a damn peeping Tom. She was extremely fit but managed to maintain a curvy feminine lure. I certainly had my fair share of muscled armor and wondered to myself what battle of the bodies would be like, should the opportunity arise.

When all the greetings were complete, Brooke’s little boy hopped over to me and froze. He was staring at my chest and I suddenly felt the need to cover myself with my arms. I looked up from him and over to my mom and Brooke.

“What’s happening?” I asked them, gesturing to the attentive singular audience in front of me.

“Baby, do you have something to say to Evan? If not, it’s rude to stare,” Brooke alerted her son, but was staring at me. Her approving look, I did not mind. Baby, you can stare as long as your heart desires.

“What’s your name?” I looked back down and was greeted with a pair of big blue eyes.

“Calian,” he squeaked. “Why are you covahed in all doos muscles? Are you wa ninja wawwiah? Wike my mom?”

Aww, what a cute little kid accent. Not to mention the timing of his compliment was much appreciated. You’re hired. I’ll write you a check come Friday.

“Of course he’s a warrior. Only very strong and brave men have muscles like that. Doesn’t he remind you of the Greek hero, Hercules we’ve been reading about?”

I’ll show you how strong I can be, Brooke. Just give me the word. It took every ounce of my self-control to not flex my chest. I could feel the twitch itching to act.

Don’t flex. Don’t do it.

I laughed to thwart off the urge and entered my thoughts back into the conversation, “Lots of gym time, Calian.” He popped his eyes out and gave me one more look-over before joining his older sister back and resuming his wood carving project. I looked up at Brooke, and saw that she was...blushing. What a sight.

“I was just getting them something to nibble on...” she choked out and visibly swallowed.

Was I, maybe, in her thoughts as well? I bet you have the best things to nibble on...

“...and then I’ll be heading my ass back down to the beach. Come lay with me.” She said to my mom, but very obviously, in my opinion, glanced my way before turning to continue her mission.

It was a perfect set up. The entire campground was basically the beach and each site only steps away from the sparkling water.

“Yeah that sounds fun. I’d love to wearing a fuc...bathing suit near you,” Mom blurted, almost dropping an F-bomb in front to the two impressionable youngsters. “I can’t believe you’re thirty-four Brooke. It’s...it’s just crazy. But hey, being in my forties has its perks, after all. For instance, I can feign a senior moment and no one blinks.”

They laughed. Brooke hit her arm. “Stop it. We’re both crushing it.”

My jaw was still hanging like a codfish. Did she really say thirty-four? No fucking way was this woman thirty-four. No way. My eyes were now glued to her body. Examining her every curve, up and down, hopefully unnoticed, trying to find any sign that would explain to me how this was possible.

If my mom doesn’t want to, I’ll definitely come...visit you. You can count on that. I was suddenly extremely horny. But to be fair, it wasn’t like I had any control in the matter. I was young after all and filled with youthful vigor I’m sure I could put to good use on this woman. Not to mention the fact that I haven't fooled around in months. My mind was in some sort of weird limbo with self-control and rational thinking. Why wouldn’t I let the cards inside my imagination fall where they may? What’s the worst that could happen?

“Oh, Evan,” Brooke turned to me in slow motion. My heart, once again, stopped. The way she said that...oh, Evan... I hoped to hear those words again with different overtones. I looked at her, heat in my eyes and a massive lump in my throat, as well as the one growing between my legs. I could feel a thickness in the air between us. I wasn’t imagining it. The way she looked at me. The way she spoke to me. Confident. Sexy. Deliberate. “Would you mind helping me hook up the water to my camper at some point? I tried and the rusty thing wouldn’t turn for me. Plus, I have no clue what I’m doing.” Brooke flashed a smile that could melt icebergs.

Swallowing would be good. Answering her would be good. Both things seemed impossible at the moment.

“For sure.” My voice may have cracked three times like a damn adolescent. Super. I was all nerves. Hot, reckless nerves. Which was odd for me, considering I had never had issues around girls before.

“What a gem,” she purred. My crotch tightened. “I knew I liked you.”

My family and I turned to leave and continued walking the length of the camping ground, which was only about fifty, or so, sites. When we were far enough away, I had a brief moment of self-reflection. She was my mom’s friend for fuck’s sake. Her friend. The last thing I wanted to do was come in between them. I needed a different distraction, and fast. Brooke was, and would remain, off-limits! I’d just resort to my imagination in the mean-time. A boy could dream. Kara looked over at me, puzzled. She didn’t say anything, but we’d always been pretty close and I was confident she had noticed my apparent awkwardness back there. Or perhaps it was the fact that I couldn’t stop smiling.

We eventually returned to our site around two in the afternoon and while Dad and I finished unloading the rest of the car, Kara continued to give me sideways glances. She definitely had something on her mind ever since we left Brooke’s site, but neither of us wanted to say anything about that out loud. Probably for two totally different reasons. Mine was, I didn’t want to sound like a creep or a fucking wing-nut for lusting after a woman a good amount older than me and, one of mom’s closest friends. Kara’s reason was most likely her not wanting to throw fuel into an already untamable fire by bringing up what she most likely suspected. However, this flame had already erupted in my gut and I doubted there was any way of taming it now. She was, quite possibly, the most stunning woman I had ever laid eyes on. How could I have missed, in all these years she’s come to visit us, just how breathtaking she is? How have I never have noticed?

I carried my tent over to a spot that allowed my visual access to Brooke’s site and dropped it to the ground. Yep, that’s a new low for you, Evan. Stalker. Official Peeping Tom status and I didn’t even care. All I did know was that I needed to try and forget about these cravings and try my best to stay away. If that was even possible at this point. It was like I was at the top of a rollercoaster and going down was inevitable. Mmm, going down.

If I was being honest with myself, I knew damn well I wouldn’t be able to not keep trying to get her attention. Especially after hitting my vape, which sounds like a good idea right about now. I was all amped up and needed to some energy out of my system and the strain I was currently partaking in caused an influx of sexual stimulation. Offering crazy sexual conduct. I’d only had it for about a week now and each time I got high off it, all I could think about were eating all the Cheetos I could get my hands on and having a wild roll under the sheets. It would surely make for a perfect late-night affair, if only I had someone to act out all my pent up carnal energy on.

I began putting the poles of my shelter together while amusing myself with my own thoughts. I wonder if she’s into pot. I’d be happy to share with her at my secret location, in the dark, naked. I’d love to be around her while she got high on what I have. No! This is not what I should be thinking! I literally just told myself to forget it and the first thought I have is getting her alone and stoned. I’m fucking screwed.

When I was done placing the fabric tightly around the frame, I went to the trunk and grabbed my stack of sheets and blankets to put them in the corner of my tent, along with my rolled up air mattress and suitcase. It was too hot to set all this up now, not to mention I flat out didn’t feel like it. So, I pulled my swim trunks out of my bag and quickly shimmied out of my shorts to put them on over my semi-hard dick.

“Mom, I’m going to hook up Brooke’s water and take a quick dip before finishing up. I’m sweatin’ my balls off. I won’t be long and can help with the camper when I get back.”

“Sure thing,” she hollered from the car. She was bending over into the trunk grabbing a few odds and ends. “Dad and I can handle it. Enjoy yourself.”

I grabbed a towel off the hood of the car and headed to Brooke’s site. I knew she was at the beach and wondered if she’d look up and watch me work. I found the hook up easily and with little effort I was able to attach the hose to the aged spicket. The kids smiled at me but mostly kept to their projects. Busy little bees. After making sure it was secure, I bolted by Brooke, who was far too tempting to stop and say hello to, and into the water with a chest full of butterflies. I felt like a goddamn chick. I must have been in Lala land because after cooling off with a long swim, I slammed, full force, into Brooke’s water-soaked body on my way back.

“Holy shit!” I yelled, unintentionally. Is this really happening? Our faces were inches apart. Her mouth parted in a shocked grin. “I’m so sorry! Did I hurt you?”

“No, but if you don’t mind, please back up a bit. You’re on my foot.” Her breath was warm against my lips. She smelled so fucking good. So unbelievably tempting, and wet. My tongue itched to dance with hers. I was so close to putting my lips on hers. My dick twitched. NO! Stay down.

“Crap,” I took a few steps back, although every part of me wanted to move even closer. I casually placed my hands in front of my deviant crotch and she let out a seductive giggle. Okay, so maybe not so casual.

“The water is refreshing isn’t it?”

I swallowed hard, “Yeah, I was melting.”

She flashed me her pearly whites and I primitively, and without warning, sucked my lower lip in between my teeth.

Damn, did she see me do that? I wrinkled my forehead in self-shock and tried to stay focused on what was appropriate and what was, so obviously, not. It was my only chance. We were still extremely close and I was suddenly nervous my mother would look over from our site and notice. She placed her hand on my bare shoulder, sending thousands of heart-skipping currents rippling through my veins and straight down to my eagerly growing dick, gave me a wink, and turned to walk out of the water. Every muscle in my body constricted, leaving me trembling with hunger. Lower your body into the water damnit...right fucking now. She laid on her stomach, giving me a view I’d never get out of my memory bank. Look away, Evan.

The water certainly helped my crotch and I had calmed down, somewhat, once I got her out of my line of vision. I floated on my back to drown out the world. Think of something else. Anything. I forced my attention to the initial reason I was excited to come on this trip. Meeting up with Kevin, who hadn’t yet arrived. Tonight would be nice. Hanging out with my pals, having a few drinks and muting these unwarranted and salacious thoughts. I exhaled and let my body sink as memories of my relationship with Brittney played in my mind. We didn’t have much sex in the time we dated, and it was a sore topic with us. Not that I was a pusher, but a guy has needs. I could count the number of times she let me try, on one hand, and we’d been together almost two years.

The lack of intimacy was hard on me, but I never strayed. In fact, I was used to it. Sadly. My nether region had a bit more girth than the average male and most of the girls I had attempted to hook up with in the past couldn’t take me in. Also, having a higher than average testosterone output made my situation even more frustrating. She just didn’t share in my enjoyment in all things sexual because of her wild insecurities. It wasn’t exactly a turn on, but I was still fairly attracted to her. I let myself sink deeper into the darkness of the lake as the memories of Brittney played out only to be replaced with images of Brooke.

Now that’s what I call a confident woman. The way I was feeling right now, I’d worship the hell out of her. In fact, that was exactly what I wanted to do, and needed to do. I needed to be with a woman. Someone unashamed and who knows what they want and how to give me what I want. The breath in my lungs was almost completely out of oxygen but I wanted to fantasize about her a little while longer under the water. Brooke. She would be an adventure I’d never forget. But how on Earth could I make that happen? I didn’t even know if she felt the same way. Our age gap is pretty significant. Not to mention if anything went wrong, it would make the entire camping experience a complete shit show. Not only would my Dad kick my ass, my mom would never forgive her, or me, and my sister would be disgusted. I’m getting way ahead of myself.

I let out the air in my lungs and watched the hundreds of bubbles float to the surface. I followed. I wiped the water from my eyes just in time to see a swimmer shoot past me, heading toward the deeper reach of the designated swimming area. Damn, and I thought I was fast. At least the seven, first place, trophies in my room told me so. I couldn’t make out who it was, but it was safe to say it was Brooke considering she was no longer on her towel. I squinted my eyes through the sun’s blinding light and tried to get a clearer view of her. Her head slowly lifted out of the reflective water before turning her body toward the shore. Toward me.

Hello, Brooke.

She was a freaking Baywatch model with her chiseled, yet remarkably feminine arms hammering through the water like it was butter. I couldn’t help but watch her move. She was truly captivating. Not only did I want to bury myself deep inside of her, I found myself needing to touch and taste every curve and crevice of her body. Did she swim by me on purpose? So I’d watch? Sure seemed it to me, from where I was standing. Even if I couldn’t live out this fantasy, I could still let the fun run free in my mind. There was only one major hiccup in that plan, and it was the fact that my penis felt the same way and began to lengthen in my shorts. I needed to let out some of this pent-up lust, and soon. Otherwise, this would happen every time the wind blew the right way. Sounds like a perfect afternoon for a little walk in the woods. A weed and wack session was certainly in order. I just needed to wait, again, for my eagerness to settle back down. My dick was behaving like I was going through puberty for god’s sake. There was no way in hell I could walk out of the water in the state of solute I was in, with my shorts suctioning to every bulge and bump on me. When she was a little more than half-way back, she locked eyes with me before disappearing underwater. Oh fuck. Act oblivious, man. Turn around before she sees it!

I submerged myself in the water and held my breath as long as I could. My dick continued to throb with its relentless begging, and I tried to think of the grossest things imaginable while also trying to drown out the many vivid and spiraling mental scenarios ravaging my thoughts. I was failing. All I could see was her ass as she closed the trailer and how badly I wanted to bury my face into it. Damn it. I was running out of breath. I slowly rose, keeping my waist hidden. And wouldn’t you know it, there she was. Right smack in front of me. Again. Damnit, Brooke.

“We have to stop meeting like this,” she joked and splashed me in the eyes. God woman, take it easy before I grab you and explore every possible way to make you explode between those legs. “And thank you by the way. For fixing the water. How can I ever repay you?”

“I’m still waiting for them to join the modern era and get some electricity out here.” I laughed. “And in terms of payment, I’m sure I can think of something.” Oh my God, did I actually just say that?

“Oh I agree. Electricity is a basic human right after all. Although, candles do a decent job once in a while.” she hinted with a wicked grin and winked. What did she mean by that? Could she see...don’t you dare look down at yourself.

“Excellent,” I answered even though it made no sense. She giggled and my yearning cock literally pulled my body toward her from under the water. The satisfaction it would give me, to feel her hand on me was almost too much to handle. Just one touch. One gentle sweep over my sensitive skin with those perfect hands of yours. I wanted to pull her body against mine and rub myself between her legs until she screamed my name in ecstasy. I didn’t care if the beach-goers lining the sand in every direction could see, and hear. Touch me, Brooke. Just reach your wet little fingers out toward me, under the water. Yep, I’m fucked. There was no turning this off. “Yeah, candles are good.”

“Good is an understatement,” She taunted, and honestly, I couldn’t even remember what she was referring to. But I did know one thing. She knows what she’s fucking doing to me. I remember my mom talking to Kara about how she was a very open person sexually, or really comfortable in her own sexuality, something along those lines, and it was quite obvious. Mom and Kara both praised her for making the topic acceptable for women to talk openly about, whereas it’s always been a bit taboo. I wanted to find out everything I could about this mysterious siren. Touch me.

“That depends. Good can be good, after all.” I answered with a touch of wicked heat on my tongue. Her lips curled upward on the sides. She likes me. She may even want me too! That’s not going to make the whole ‘must avoid Brooke’ pact easy to maintain. Knowing she might have an inkling for me made my balls tighten and fill. Jesus, I’m a raging horn dog! I needed to get out of here but couldn’t, for the life of me, turn away from this arousing creature. She glowed in the sun and her skin practically begged me to lick it. Her wet, blonde hair clung to her shoulders and called for my fingers to move them out of the way, exposing her neck. I could feel them eagerly twitch in agreement.

“Why yes, indeed, it can,” she whispered. Or maybe I imagined the whisper. She flashed me one last smile and slowly lowered her body under the water right in front of me as if she was about to go down on me. Oh my God! Please have your eyes closed. Please, dear God, keep your eyes closed. Actually, fuck it. Look what happens when I’m around you. See what you do to me and what I have growing between my legs for you. Touch me goddammit!

She brushed past me, deliberately, avoiding the one place I wanted contact from her, and walked out of the water like a mermaid turning human. I watched her, holding my breath. I didn’t know how she’d react to seeing my raging hard-on and I was a bit anxious. The material of her bikini bottom disappeared into the crevice between her plump behind as she lowered her upper body to grab her sunglasses and hat. Her hips swayed seductively as she dried herself off, keeping her backside to me. Feel free to do that over and over and over again. Her ass was off the charts amazing and I would sink my teeth into each side if it was the last thing I’d do. I was a bit too far to see clearly, but the tantalizing bulge of the lips between her legs made every muscle in me constrict with readiness. I was about to pounce and submerge my lips all over her lower ones. I couldn’t get the image of me sliding up and down her juicy entrance out of my mind. Taking all of her inside my mouth and gyrating my tongue over her tender nerve and making her squirm under my hands. The thought alone practically completed me.

She lowered to her knees and before laying down, she turned her head back toward me. I stood like a damn statue, stunned by her temptatious aura. I wasn’t too far from her and could easily bolt out of the water and pin her down.

“Looks like someone is, maybe, a little more than just a good boy,” she spoke loudly over to me before biting her lower lip. The tip of my cock opened, releasing some of the pressure that had been building up since she hugged me hours ago. I was speechless. Paralyzed. She was bold. Seductive without trying. She was playing a game I couldn’t figure out. She was playing with me. I shrugged at her. What else could I do, really? She had to have seen it, or at least knew why I was just standing in the water this long without moving, seemingly waiting to get out.

There was no denying it. She giggled and laid down. Gravity caused her two round cheeks to perfectly part to the sides as her feet crossed. What I wouldn’t give to tell everyone to get the fuck off of the beach so I could slam my hard body into hers and pound into her until she was half buried in the sand. How the hell was I going to get out of the water? The throbbing was excruciating. I needed to touch myself to offer some kind of promise for release but didn’t dare taunt the beast just yet. I looked down and sighed that I was saluting of the goddess splayed out before me.

“Would you like your towel?” Her voice broke my thoughts.

I looked up and she had it in her hand, wicked grin and all. Her body was still dripping and her bikini bottom was loosely tied and falling on the sides of her. It took everything in me to not bolt out of the water and yank those little things off of her with my teeth, before diving in for dessert. I tightened my jaw so powerfully that I think I heard a molar crack.

“Yeah, I’ll take it.” I grunted. This is your fault after all. Come walk the towel over to me. I dare you. She whipped it at my head. Well that’s less fun. I grabbed it and pretended to wipe my stomach dry as I walked, carefully, out of the water. She bit her lip again and instead of laying down, she sat on her ass, legs slightly parted. First thing’s fucking first, I needed to take care of the monster growing between my legs before I did something beyond my control.

I grabbed my dick inconspicuously and wedged it between the elastic of my shorts and my skin before wrapping the towel around myself. I made quick steps to get the heck out of there and as I passed Brooke, I looked down at her. Two can play at this game.

“Hey, I’m only human,” I delivered in a devilish manner and kept walking. Take that. I hope it made you all wet and aggravated like I am. I didn’t turn to see her reaction because honestly if I saw her one more time before I unloaded, I’d probably just erupt where I stood like a prepubescent boy. I shuffled past our car in exponential discomfort. Mom was making her bed in the camper and Dad was back to the grind with his laptop earning a living. I grabbed my back-pack out of the hammock.

“How’s the water?” Mom called from behind the screen of the pop out, stopping me in my fast tracks.

“Amazing,” I answered as I unzipped my bag and shoved a water bottle into it. “Headed to the cove for a bit. Chill and clear my head.”

I hated lying to my mom, but it wasn’t entirely without merit. I didn’t think she needed to hear that her son was going to find a secluded place to wack one out. It wouldn’t be a total fib, I did need to try and get a grip on my situation, literally and figuratively, and how I’d proceed these next few days. It had only been a minute for crying out loud and I was about to come all over myself.

“Okay, Bud, enjoy yourself. You deserve it,” she yelled out to me. “Kara just left to say hi to Sally and the family. Will you be back in time for dinner?”

“Yeah I’ll be back in like forty-five minutes.” And when I did, I’d feel much better. I couldn’t wait to relieve myself of all this cooped up tension.