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every bit of clothing she wore so they could have wild sex out in the great outdoors, the sun on his back as he thrust himself into her. But he hadn’t. Instead, after checking the area for other unwelcome reptiles, he’d enjoyed a pleasant picnic with her under some trees.
    “So are you going to see each other again?” his mom asked.
    “Yes. I’m going to Cups tomorrow and she’s going to cook for me, but don’t read anything into it. It’s just lunch.”
    “Lunch, then dinner, then another dinner, then who knows what?” she said, nudging him with her elbow. “Keep an open mind. Love finds you when you least expect it sometimes.”
    He chuckled. “Okay, Mom. You go ahead and send that to Hallmark while I go get a shower.”
    Smiling, she slapped him on the chest with the back of her hand. “Smart-ass.”
    In his room, he stripped and got into the shower.
    Becca had told him she lived in a studio apartment above the café. He pictured her in a small shower there. Naked and wet and sudsy.
    He paused in the act of soaping up his armpit.
    Fuck.
    He’d had a mental hard-on for her ever since she’d sat next to him on the plane, and now it was a real hard-on. The image of her coming out of the water at Green Veil Falls returned, devastatingly clear. She’d been a woodland nymph or that chick surfing on the seashell in that famous painting. The sunlight had made the skin of her long, slender legs glisten as rivulets of water sluiced down her thighs and calves. All he could think about was what she might look like without the wet clothes, or perhaps just with fewer wet clothes. Becca in wet panties and nothing else would be a spectacular sight.
    After putting the soap back on the shelf, he took hold of himself and stroked. With an image like that stuck in his head he was better off dealing with it directly than letting it ambush him later at an inopportune time.
    Closing his eyes, he fantasized about the two of them at the falls, completely alone. When she emerged from the pool this time, she didn’t have a bra on under the shirt. The translucent cotton clung, exposing her breasts in a way that was somehow more erotic than if they’d been completely bared.
    He met her halfway. Her breasts were chilled and wet until he closed his mouth over one of the tips, over the cotton, and warmed it with his tongue. The imaginary Becca arched toward him and clutched his head as she moaned. The sun shone on them in the forest as the water cascaded down the rocks in the background and Calder sucked on her, his hands on her small waist.
    She pulled away. Gave him a smile.
    Got down on her knees.
    Fuck yeah.
    His pants had somehow disappeared and she was gazing at his dick and licking her lips, then angling him toward her open mouth.
    As she closed her lips around him, he lost it.
    With his left forearm resting on the tile above his head, he came. He imagined Becca, taking him deeply as he emptied himself down her throat. As the shock waves of pleasure coursed through him, he kept quiet and continued to stroke until the last ripples faded away. It was intense and pretty physically satisfying, considering she wasn’t actually blowing him. He couldn’t help but wonder what the real thing would feel like.
    * * *
    The next day, he had breakfast with his mom, got on her treadmill and put in a few miles, then talked to his dad on the phone and heard all about his adventures at the hockey camp. Calder laughed inwardly at the role reversal. Once upon a time, it was Calder calling home to talk about how exciting it was and all the things he was learning at camp, and here he was today in his dad’s shoes. He’d actually never heard his dad so excited. On the team-sponsored father-son road trips, his dad was always calm and collected, maybe because the guys Calder played with weren’t national icons like the Miracle on Ice team.
    “I have about ten million stories to tell you, son—stuff they didn’t show in that movie. But I gotta