Surviving

We splash into the green pond. The cold water covers us. I right myself and hold onto the canoe. I look around for Rachel. She splashing, screaming in the water and grabs onto the canoe. Her hair is covered in green slime. Her face is in shock.

I ask, “Are you okay?”

She replies, “Yeah I’m okay.” Then laughs, “what a way to orgasm.”

Instead of trying to climb back into the canoe, we swim it over to shore. Soon I’m able to touch the bottom of the pond, and my toes squish into soft mud. We crawl onto shore, and I pulled the canoe up.

We sit in the sun, catching our breath. Rachel ties her top behind her neck, covering up her beautiful breasts. She stares out at the pond, and says, “Fuck! I think I lost my bikini bottoms.”

I look out to see if there is a white pair floating on the water. I just see the bright green slime covering most of the pond. I ask Rachel, “Do you want to wear my trunks?”

She laughs, “I’ll just wrap myself in this towel. Hopefully they are still sleeping, if not I’ll think of an excuse. Anything is more plausible than what just happened.” She smiles at me, still pretty even when she’s covered in scum. “That was amazing by the way. I came so hard.”

We’ve been out here for a while. Our spouses are definitely up by now. Hopefully preparing lunch. I got mentally ready for an awkward conversation walking into the house, covered in slime and Rachel missing her bottoms. I am still buzzing from the bottles of wine.

I put an arm around her and put her into an embrace, kissing her soft lips. I tell her, “You’re so sexy. I just had to kiss you again in case this was the last time.”

She kisses me back and says, “Don’t worry. It won’t be the last time. I’ll make sure we get more time together.”

We get back to the house. I peek in the window and no one is in the kitchen. We enter. My bedroom door is closed, but Rachel’s is open. I hear the shower running. Great! Ross must be taking a shower.

Rachel runs to her room to hurry up and change. I go to mind to do the same. I quietly open the door, and step in. I expected Monica on the bed, but she isn’t there. Shit. She must be the one taking the shower.

I listen for Ross asking how Rachel lost her pants. I only hear the hum of the shower. I quickly change out of my trunks, and put on a shirt and shorts. I head back out into the living room.

I walk over to Rachel’s room. Still no talking. I look in and see Rachel in front of the mirror brushing the algae out of her hair. She wears a loose white shirt and shorts. I ask, “Where’s Ross?”

She shrugs, “I don’t know. Probably the shower. Lucky for us. Less questions.”

I respond, “No. Monica is in the shower. She isn’t in our room.”

She looks at me intrigued, “Maybe one of them went out to pick up lunch. That would be nice.”

I glance out the window. Both cars are still here. I say, “There’s no way they’re in there together, right?”

Rachel says, “Let’s go check it out.”