"Let's get to shore..."

(Ed. Note. My personal 200th thread in this story.)

Besides, the tiny horned figure dressed in red sitting on Tommy’s right shoulder told him, it wasn’t as though he didn’t want Sharon, it was merely that he had certain objections as to the reasons for what they were doing. And surely, all that stuff was something that they could work out later on? Right?

With a moan Tommy decided that the horned figure has gotten a lot of people in trouble in the past and so he should not be listened to for anything important. And Tommy decided that Sharon was important. Maybe that was why never listened to people talk about how she's ' made the rounds'.

Tommy broke the kiss, slightly comforted by Sharon's disappointed moan at the loss of contact. He lifted his hand out of the water to stroke Sharon's face. "Maybe we should get to shore before we drown."

"Okay." Sharon said breathlessly. Which it had just occurred to him was how she usually spoke when she knew he was present.

The two untangled their limbs and started off toward the jetty. Tommy purposely letting Sharon get a bit ahead of him so he could watch her ass as she swam. But she foiled his plan by twisting into a backstroke so she could watch and make sure he was coming along and didn't use "get to shore" as an excuse to get her away from him. So Tommy had to make due with watching Sharon's tit's wobble as she swam backwards. Tommy decided he didn't lose out as he noticed her smile as he swam. She liked him looking at her. Of course she wasn't watching where she was going in this position. So Tommy decided it would be best, all things considered, for him to warn her about the jetty. "Sharon, you're two feet away."

Sharon stopped immediately twisting and grabbing hold of the jetty and pulling herself up. She took the time to just stay there a moment, held up by her arms, her ass thrust toward Tommy, before getting her foot onto the wood.

In that position Tommy, being a foot or two away only, could clearly the pronounced outline of Sharon's pussy lips. She was clearly excited.

A moment later the two were back on the jetty standing there, feeling slightly awkward now that the initial excitement was over.

Sharon looked away after a moment, "Did...did I come on too strong? Is...is that why..." she asked a bit sullenly.

"No...I think we should take this slowly for now. I mean I've...heard the rumors and..."

"Oh god! I'm not a dirty slut..."

"I know. Never said you were. I never believed them. It's just...I find my self attracted to you in more than a physical way...I really want to you know...go out with you."

Sharon's face falls in surprise, staring at him for a second to see if he was going to point and laugh and say 'HAH, just kidding slut..." And he didn't she smiled brightly, "You're serious? Like....like go out tonight?"

"Well...not tonight tonight, I actually have to get to the airport in a couple of hours. MLB is putting on a showcase for all draftees, I have to go to show my stuff. It starts tomorrow, so I have to get there today. It sucks I may miss your graduation...but I'll take you out when I do get back."

"Oh...Okay....P-promise?" Sharon asked, knowing that if he did promise, he would do it. The Lang's were good for that.

"I promise." Tommy said with a smirk.

He reached out to her, pulling her into a hug. Sharon noted that his Speedos were being stretch tested and so far they had held up. "I believe you. Can...Can I...uh..."

"What?"

"Can I touch it? You want to take it slow, no problem...I just want to touch it..please?"