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Once again, I didn't know if she was joking or not. I wasn’t like that, and I had tried to hit on her. She left me completely gob smacked. It felt like a normal reaction to someone like Beatrice. She started to go down to the pond, turned around to my chagrin, and asked if I was coming. It felt like a loaded question but if it wasn't, I was going to be very disappointed.
I had to take the chance though. I guess it was just who I was. She was singularly the person I thought about all the time, and I had so many questions. Mainly the question was why Beatrice made me feel things when no other woman had in a very long time. If I was honest with myself, maybe ever. I liked women, enjoyed their company and their bodies. I enjoyed giving pleasure and making them scream my name, but once it was over and the mystery was gone, the newness wore off and I was right back to looking for something else to make me feel better. I didn't know what it was, but maybe a sliver of me worried that after I was with Beatrice, that roaming feeling that was never satisfied would be back.
My mind wanted to answer that question, saying that it was Beatrice, and she was special. She may very well be everything that I was looking for, but of course it was wrapped in an impossible situation that I didn't know how to fix. All of it gave me a headache, and now I had my hopes up and I followed her out to the pond not too far from the house. I went back and forth on even keeping it, because it was quite a bit of the space being used up. I was now, of course, glad that I had.
We got to the water’s edge and Beatrice started to shuck her clothing off within seconds. One minute we were just talking about normal things and the next, she was stark naked in front of me. There was no pretense of a bathing suit, just bare body, large tits, curved waist, and a flat stomach. She had a mischievous look on her face, and I knew I must have been staring, my mouth all open-jaw like an idiot. I felt like an idiot. I didn't believe the things that my eyes picked up in front of me. This couldn't be right.
“What are you doing?” I asked her with a shaky voice. Beatrice just shrugged, asking me if I was going to get in the water or not. She had to know what she was doing to me. Did she really have no clue that I was dying inside for her? Was that the point?
I started to walk toward her and the water. If that was what I had to do, I could get wet. It made Beatrice giggle. “Not like that, silly. You can't wear clothes and get them all wet.”
Looking down, I was a bit embarrassed to realize that I was about to do just that. I was about to walk in fully clothed with my shoes on. It wasn't hard to see why. I had a beautiful, naked woman in front of me.
“I don't think it's a good idea if I take my clothes off.”
She pouted with her lips stuck out. “Do you really want to be the fuddy-duddy in this situation?”
I pressed my lips together as Beatrice stood back up in the water, showing off those fabulous tits of hers. Every part of me was finding it hard to focus on much of anything. My words were loose, and I was just holding on by my fingernails.
“No, but women like to pretend like men must have all this control. You like to shake it in our faces and tease us, make us go crazy, but there's only so many times that we can stand there and not do anything. I am not a fuddy-duddy. Who says that anyway?”
Her eyes got wide like I was going to jump in and get her at any moment. That wasn't what I meant obviously, but it wasn’t too far off.
“Are you telling me you can’t control yourself?”
That wasn't something that any man wanted to say out loud. We were supposed to keep ourselves in check, no matter what. I didn't want to say such a thing, I didn't want it to be true. I wanted to say with honesty and confidence that I would be able to take it, naked, Beatrice, water, I was lying if I said I could.
“I am saying that you are making it damn difficult.”
She gave me a smile and said that she had never thought about it, and I knew that it was complete bullshit. Beatrice knew exactly what she was doing. She was smart. She had enough wherewithal to know that when she got buck-naked in front of a guy, he was going to want her. Beatrice knew that. She knew that she was tying me up like a pretzel with very little effort. She knew and still did, which gave me a window into what her intentions were.
“Like I said, you should probably take your clothes off first.” Beatrice told me blandly.
Still, I couldn't trust my own ears. What did she mean by that? “I don't understand.”
Beatrice made a sighing sound like I was being ridiculous. Maybe I was, but I didn't want to be wrong. Not in this situation. Not with her.
“Your notion of losing control is noted. Anything that happens after that sort of warning is clearly something that I must have been asking for.”
She was out of the water, with absolutely nothing on, pulling me toward the water’s edge. When I stopped, she pulled my shirt off and rubbed her hands over my chest, exclaiming how nice it felt. Her tiny hands moved through the soft hair, nails sharpening against me.
“See, that's better.”
I didn't know if it was better in general, but it certainly felt better. My body was tingling, and I was rock hard as soon as I saw her naked. I'd made it clear; she had a choice, and she chose to go to the dark side. It was hard not to feel like I’d just won the lottery. When I felt her hands go to my pants, I stopped her.
“We don't have to rush.”
“I'm in a mood, Jeff, and it is the kind of mood that made me drive all the way up this horrible mountain to find you, ask to use your pond as my personal swimming hole, as well as drop my clothes in front of an old friend. I don't think this is the sort of mood that you let slip away.”
She didn't have to say anything else. I got the point, pushed the jeans down my thighs quickly, stepping out of them, and Beatrice helped me with the boxers because it was clear that she wanted to. My member leapt forward, going right toward her and it was already full of blood. I needed her so damn badly that it physically hurt.
“It looks like you are in a bit of a rush as well,” Beatrice said pointedly.
“Ever since you got back, all I have been thinking about is getting my hands on you.”
“Maybe if I would have known that, I would have come back sooner.”
The idea of it made me grow. I kept thinking of her and me together. It made me feel like a dumbass for letting her go the first time. I wasn't going to do something like that again. This was dangerous, being alone together, but there didn’t feel like there was another way. Beatrice was just different. She made me feel alive and I never wanted to let this feeling get away from me.
