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CECILIA
The water provides clarity. As I look at the small, rippling waves, I realize that I’ve been afraid of making the choices that would impact my life the most. So I toss in a grenade.
Beau is handsome; I can see why my mother fell for him all those years ago. His face is kind of scruffy and cute, but dark and tan from days out in the sun. His arms are toned from hours of back-breaking labor and as he removes every shred of clothing he has, I notice that every inch of him is taut. Beau is the kind of man you yearn for from afar, but not me. Beau is my grenade.
I slip beneath the surface of the water and let the chlorine and bad decisions wash over me. I have only a few seconds to change my mind, but I don’t.
As I crash through the surface, I see Beau in front of me. He is slick and wet, covered head to toe in water and bobbing up and down. I swim over to him and wrap my arms around his neck. I experiment with a kiss.
His lips are soft and yielding, a surprising change from his hard and firm hand. I feel his arms snake around my waist beneath the water and he pulls me against him.
The waves we created from our entrance splash against us, pushing and pulling us in every direction. But Beau holds me tight as his tongue explores my mouth. He tastes of sweet tea and salt, an unlikely combination, and it makes me smile.
I run my fingers through his hair and feel the spray of water against my face. It makes me pull away from him with a grin.
“Are you okay?” He asks with a critical look on his face.
I nod my head yes. “I’m great. I’m perfect.”
Beau pulls me towards the edge of the pool where we both can touch the ground. His fingers travel across the expanse of my belly and the feeling is electrifying. My mother would die if she knew a man was looking at me like this, but I store up the compliments Beau gives me for a rainy day.
He praises my curves as he buries his face between my breasts. I swear he’d rather drown than ever leave. When his hands travel between my thick thighs, he lets out a groan so loud that the neighbors can hear it. “I don’t know how I’m going to last in here,” Beau whispers, “you’re so soft and silky.”
But I don’t have a chance to respond before he has me spread and he’s caressing places that I’ve only ever touched myself. The age gap between us is evident only in that his age means he has more experience. Beau strokes and plays with the tender skin of my center until I’m moaning and gasping so loud that he has to clamp his other hand on my mouth so that I don’t wake the whole neighborhood.
Eventually, he exchanges his hand for his lips. Only so he can shove his fingers inside of me and swirl them around desperately until I’m a shuddering, whimpering mess. It’s only when I’m weeping with pleasure that he finally gives me what I need. And though we are embroiled in water, it feels like I’m sweating and filthy.
The sun has set somewhere behind the neighborhood. I can still see a faint glow beyond the houses in the distance, but I feel half doped up on drugs. My body is ready to collapse into a pile of goo, but beneath the surface of the pool water the lights come on and I can see Beau stroking the thick flesh between his thighs. My mouth drops open and my gaze comes up to meet his.
“You didn’t think it was over, did you?” A sexy little grin pops up on his lips and he chuckles in a devilish sort of way that makes everything below my waistline clench. “Honey, I haven’t even popped your cherry yet.”
Lord, help me. I graze my bottom lip with my teeth and prepare myself.
Beau shoves his body between my legs and presses me against the side of the pool. “If it hurts, tell me and I’ll stop,” he whispers.
I brace myself for pain, but all that blossoms is pleasure. His thick appendage pushes past the muscles of my entrance and drop my head onto his shoulder for support.
“That’s right, baby girl,” he mumbles, “relax. Take all of me.”
It isn’t an earth-shattering loss, it is simply delicious. He moves his hips in undulating waves with the water. I wrap my legs around him and feel a slow build-up of pleasure. Each thrust brings a new notch of persistence. It takes only moments for my breath to become ragged strips of need.
Beau’s hands come out to grab the edge of the pool. He mumbles under his breath that I am beautiful. In all honesty, I never thought my first time would be like this.
We come in the same few moments. I don’t know who releases first, but it doesn’t matter. There is a shower of happy screams and that’s what matters. Whatever embarrassing fluids might usually have to be cleaned up are taken away by the pool’s waters.
My body is left truly exhausted by Beau’s. My eyelids feel like they weigh a thousand pounds. “Is losing your virginity supposed to be tiring?”
He walks me over to the side of the pool with steps and helps me out. When we got in, I hadn’t thought about the process of getting dry. We have no towels and if we put our clothes back on, everything will be wet. “It’s a process, that’s for sure. Do you want me to take you inside? It seems like the wind is picking up.”
The tone of concern in his voice surprises me. He doesn’t want to ditch me because he got what he want, he wants to keep taking care of me. “You can go, you know.” I give him an out just in case though. Beau doesn’t have to be a gentleman because he deflowered me. He can put on his clothes and hit the road.
But he grabs his shirt from the ground and he wraps it around me. It hangs enough over my stomach that it hides the important parts. Beau gathers his pants and struggles to put them on over his wet legs, but eventually, he gets them up. “I know what Icando, Cecilia, but what Iwantto do is go inside with you, get warmed up, and get to know you better.”
I look at him through critical eyes, eyes that my mother gives me whenever she’s looking at one of my projects or trying to determine if I’m making fun of her. It makes me realize that she once looked at him like this and realized he wasn’t worth her time and love. “Alright, let’s go.”
The least I can do is get to know Beau Brooks. After all, I’ve given him my virginity and allowed him to put his hands all over my ass. If we’re not halfway to an intimate relationship by now, I don’t know what we are.
