Ch 33: Wet and Wild

Shocked at Gina’s betrayal, I splashed into the water and felt myself sink a little. Once I got my bearings, I quickly assessed that since I was midway in depth, maybe it would be easier to sink a little further to the bottom and push off to propel myself to the top. After all, I could hoId my breath pretty well. I sunk down, raising my arms above my head.
When my feet reached the pool’s floor, I bent my knees and pushed up. However, I didn’t realize that my shirt, flowing behind me in the water, got stuck on the pool’s drain, slightly raised on the pool floor. I started to struggle, pulling at the shirt, bubbles quickly releasing from my mouth. I yanked again, still unable to untangle myself. It felt like minutes under the water when it had only been seconds, but my panic caused me to expel air at a rapid pace.
I looked above me at the surface of the pool and could only make out a few blurry figures by the side. I tried yelling underwater, waving my arms frantically, hoping someone would realize I was stuck before it was too late. Just as I considered my last resort – unbuttoning my shirt and emerging topless – my fingers fumbled on the buttons. I desperately tried to undo them before I ran out of breath, when I saw a splash from above and a large form dive down and pull my shirt.
As the last air bubble escaped my mouth, a little dizzy from the lack of oxygen, I surfaced, and realized it was Luke who saved me. By that point, people surrounded the pool and clapped at Luke’s heroics. I smiled and he hugged me asking, “Are you OK?” I nodded, taking in as much air as I could, and he kissed me, hard and intense, our bodies starting to submerge underwater. Before we went under though, he released me, and we swam to the wall where I heaved for air. Everyone cheered.
A man in his 30s yelled “cannonball,” and careened into the water in his jeans and button down shirt. Then a few more men jumped in followed by a couple girls in their 20s who had speedily stripped down to their underwear. “Pool party,” yelled another man and more people, some clothed, others in underwear, one man in his birthday suit, entered the pool.
As the pool filled with party goers, the band started playing songs from the Beach Boys, and people bopped around in the water. I watched as Gina looked on disgusted. Once her supposed new boyfriend arrived at her side, she took his arm and turned to leave, shuffling back toward the house.
Luke dipped and swum, demonstrating his newfound swimming skills. I smiled as people watched Luke show off a little. I was so proud of him for overcoming his fears and learning to swim. And of course, for diving down deeper than he ever had to save me.
When the party died down and most of the guests had left, I sat by the fire pit, drying off and warming up. Daniel left with a short brunette who worked as a film editor, not usually his type, but I was glad to see him branching out. I told Michelle to head home without me, giving her my valet ticket and telling her I’d get an Uber. She was still reeling about the card she received from the music producer. A couple of other people lounged about, getting dry or too drunk to leave.
After making sure his guests had towels and offering up some spare clothes to some of his buddies, Luke ambled over to where I sat by the fire pit. “You know you really have to stop doing that. You have my attention.”
“Doing what?” I asked.
“Falling in pools.”
I laughed. “I didn’t mean to.”
“I know. I saw what happened.”
“You did?”
“I was watching you from inside.” He looked over at the house, indicating where he’d been. “I can’t seem to take my eyes off you.” He took my hand and pressed it between both of his. “Daniel paused, I’m sure thinking like I was that you’d surface, and he wouldn’t need to get his cast wet,” he laughed a little nervously that time. “When you didn’t come up after a few seconds, I knew something was wrong.”
“And you sprung into action like the guardian angel you play in your movie,” I said.
“Something like that.” He looked into my eyes and slowly brought his face closer to mine. I inched my lips towards his and we kissed under the stars, the fire glimmering aside of us. “I couldn’t lose you,” he whispered, his lips almost grazing my own as he spoke. He kissed me again, our lips opening, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths.
“Let’s go inside,” he said, leading me by the hand. I still had on my wet clothes, although I draped my dry coat around my shoulders. Luke led me upstairs to an immense room with a huge bed, draped in a blue and grey bedspread. Massive wood furniture filled the room, including an armoire, bureau, and dresser. In the dim light, it was hard to make out all of the ornamental elements, but it was clear the room had been professionally decorated.
Besides the size of the room, I knew it had to be Luke’s because the musky, woodsy smell permeated the air. It reminded me of our first workout together, completing push-ups just inches from each other, his smell arousing me with each rep.
“Do you have any clothes I could borrow?” I asked. “You know because this isn’t the first or even the second time my clothes have landed in the pool.”
“Oh, right. Lyle.” Luke remembered. “But my answer is no.” I looked at him confused as he wrapped his arms around my waist. “You don’t need any clothes.” He brought me to him, my wet shirt soaking through the dry t-shirt he had tossed on at the end of the party. He started undoing my belt and then pulled off my shirt. At least that time, I wore nicer underwear, my black lace bra rubbing against his chest.
We moved to the bed where I pulled off his shirt. We kissed, falling back on the pillows. Still attached at the lips, he unsnapped my bra. I let my hands glide along his broad chest, feeling his firm musculature. He mimicked my movements, rubbing his hands along my breasts and shoulders. I felt so safe with Luke, partly because he had indeed been my hero that night, but also because his touch felt soothing.
He pulled off my pants, which wasn’t an easy task for faux leather leggings, and slowly lowered his hand into my panties. I caressed his cock, now hard and erect before grabbing the waistband of his shorts and pulling them off to uncover a pair of black boxer briefs. “I see you have on your good underwear,” I joked in between kisses. Luke smiled and kissed me harder before grabbing his underwear and pulling them off.
“Now you see them, now you don’t,” he said, dropping them beside the bed. I slunk under the covers and removed my own panties, twirled them and threw them with his. We kissed and fondled until I couldn’t take the anticipation any longer. Unlike the first time, Luke pushed inside me harder, a hunger fueling him in each movement.
Encompassed by Luke, I hugged his shoulders while I squeezed him inside me. Our bodies grinded and pulsated, feeding our appetite for each other. Even after it was over, I didn’t want to let go. My body tingled. I held Luke close, relaxing underneath his weight.
He rolled onto his side, and lightly kissed my shoulder. “So much for taking it slow,” I said.