Our First Time

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We sit close together, our bodies submerged in hot water.  Our swimsuits have long been cast off, discarded but not forgotten.

We kiss, mouths opening to curious, probing tongues as eager hands traverse soft, wet skin.  Beneath the surface, my fingers move across your belly, instinctually drawn between warm thighs while your own fingers are busy elsewhere.

My fingers move inside you, my thumb finding its place on your clit.  I stroke you quickly to an intense, shuddering climax, the sounds of your pleasure muffled as they leave your mouth.

Then a noise cuts the stillness of the night.  Everything stops.  We are silent.  We look across the yard to the house, still dark within.

"Is someone home?"

You shake your head.  "Probably just a raccoon or something."  You're right.  We would have heard a car pull up.

Once again we allow ourselves to breathe, and soon we are laughing.  Your parents are on vacation.  They're hours away, and they won't be back for days.  No one is here.  No one is coming.  We have the house to ourselves.

Still, maybe we should go inside; I for one am getting too hot.  As though reading my mind, she suggests the same thing.  You agree, and she steps out of the hot tub and onto the deck.  Her naked body is silhouetted against the moonlight above.

She reaches down to help you out of the water.  I'm already out, wrapping myself in a beach towel.

-Jack

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