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“Obviously, I’m older than you and more experienced. And for whatever reason, okay for obvious reasons, you’re under my skin. It’s totally weird and unlike me.” I shift my hips a little and feel him beneath me. “But, I’ve been watching you and thinking about you and I just really, really, really want to spend time with you.”
    He stares at me for a minute, swallows and says, “Are you asking me or telling me?”
    “I’m just letting you know where I stand and what I want.” I brace myself for the horrific rejection that should be coming my way. That and I’m anticipating some kind of special pervert police squad to bust in and arrest me.
    A lazy, adorable smile appears, “I think what you want sounds really, really awesome.”
    “You’ve been very patient. All these weeks of cat and mouse. I didn’t know if you would be into it,” I lie.
    “Are you kidding?” he asks with a croak. I’ve p ositioned myself so I can reach him better.
    He never changed out of his swim trucks so it takes a little maneuvering , but while he grips the side of the lounge chair I finally get a look at his dick. Oh hell. It’s big like the rest of him, throbbing and eager. I graze my finger over the sticky tip. There’s no way he’s making it more than a couple more minutes.
    “Can I?” I ask.
    He nods furiously and I dip my head, licking the soft skin, slow and skilled. He emits a deep, breathy groan while thrusting his hips toward my face.
    “Slow down,” I tell him and he tries to oblige. I hurry my pace a little , this time taking him in deep, tasting him top to bottom. Carter’s balls turn rock hard and I graze them with my fingertips while he’s fucking my mouth. Normally, I’m not so into this but god, he’s adorable and his stomach muscles contract with every movement and Jesus, it’s a thrill to control him like this. To bring him to this point.
    “Oh god,” h e says, jerking into my mouth. I take everything he has to give while hovering above him. When he’s finished I swallow and wink to let him know guilt is not a word that consumes me.
    “That…”
    “Was just the beginning,” I tell him, standing up and moving to the edge of the pool. I pull my dress over my head and drop it to the ground. “Come swim?”
    You’d think he’d move slower , but I remember he’s eighteen and he, in particular, seems to have endless energy. I haven’t even had the chance to jump in the water when he tackles me from behind. Cradling me in his arms we both fall with a splash into the deep end.
    I open my eyes under water and try to make out his shape in the darkened pool, but it’s not necessary because his hands are all over my body and his lips have found mine.
    This summer just got way more interesting.
    *
    Guilt doesn’t consume me, but Carter, on the other hand, does. I wasn’t lying when I said he’s under my skin. He’s an itch I cannot soothe. In another life I’d call myself a whore or a slut or a cradle robber. But I don’t care. I want this and him. It’s a summer fling and I plan on falling straight into it. I plan on dragging him with me.
    We stand at the car s afterwards, my long hair still damp and hanging down my back.  Our cars sit alone in the parking lot and he says, “Shouldn’t I give you a ride home or something?”
    The idea of him in my apartment has its appeal but it’s a line I’m not willing to cross. I just laugh and say, “I’m a big girl. See you tomorrow?”
    We part with another kiss and another until I push him away and drive off. Even then I’m jumping out of my skin in anticipation for the next day, but I try to keep the smile off my face when I enter the pool, because really. I need to chill out.
    “How wa s your meet up?” Finley and I cool off in the water. It’s too freaking hot to be anywhere else.             
    “Good.”
    “Yeah?”
    I splash water on my arms and over my chest. He’s wat ching every move. I lean back on the edge of