The Water’s Promise

Jashaun led her not back to the house, but down a narrow deer path through the pines. Kelsey followed, her heart a trapped bird in her ribs. The bra and thong felt like tissue paper. Every branch that snagged her arm or thigh sent a shiver straight to her core.

They emerged at the hidden lake—a black mirror ringed by mossy rocks. No moon. Just the distant flicker of lightning bugs and the soft lap of water.

“Skinny dip,” Jashaun said, already pulling his shirt over his head. His chest was a map of lean muscle and old scars. “You want risky? This is risky.”

Kelsey’s throat went dry. “Both of us?”

He laughed—a dark, knowing sound. “Scared?”

Pride and lust tangled in her gut. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. It fell to the damp earth. Then, with trembling fingers, she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her thong and slid it down her legs. She stood before him, naked as Eve, nipples tight in the cool air.

Jashaun’s eyes didn’t leave her body. He unbuckled his jeans, let them drop. And when his boxers followed, Kelsey’s breath caught in a sharp gasp. His cock was massive—thick as her wrist, long and veined, jutting out from a thatch of dark hair. She’d never seen anything like it outside of stolen internet videos.

“Like what you see?” he grinned.

She couldn’t answer. She turned and dove into the black water, hoping the cold would cool the fever rising between her legs.