"Are you okay?" I ask, already knowing the answer.
"Yes," she says, smiling up at me, grinning like a madwoman. "Are you okay? You're not worn out, are you?" she asks with a wink, and then she nips at my nipple.
"Is that a comment on my age?" I ask, raising an eyebrow, looking down at her. "Because you're not really in a position to be lippy, are you?" I ask, enjoying the way her narrow hips fit into my large hands and the way she shudders as I grind her down against me again.
"No, Officer, I suppose I'm not," she says, her voice playful.
"That's Chief to you," I said jokingly.
"Oh, my apologies Chief," she replies with a wiggle of her brows.
"Under the circumstances, though," I say, serious now, "you should probably call me Kenton."
"I was already calling you Kenton," she sasses smugly.
"Yes, well, I think you should probably just stick to that."
She starts laughing, making my cock harden again. "Do you think someone heard us?" she whispers brightly with excitement.
"Well, you were undoubtedly loud enough," I say with a smirk.
"Only because you were railing me," she replies, propping herself up on her elbows and sliding her silky legs seductively up around my waist, pressing her knees up against her shoulders and back down again.
You're quite flexible, aren't you?" I ask, as more carnal images came to mind.
"I was a gymnast," she shrugs casually.
It's like she doesn't know that she's driving me wild. Waves of desire fill me. I can't help but smile at her too. I don't genuinely smile at many people, but Lucy just brings out the best in me, when she isn't bringing out the carnal animal, that is.
"No, yeah, I remember," I stammer, suddenly self-conscious as heat rises in my face.
How did I forget that Charlie was on the same gymnastics team? I roll us over and slide myself from her. She moans again as I leave her body for the final time. Looking down at myself and sliding off the condom that I had discreetly slid on before entering her, I wrap it in a Ziploc that I had brought for the fish, that I likely won't catch tonight.
"Lucy, are you going to tell anyone about this?" I ask, suddenly concerned.
"What do you mean?" she asks, confused.
"Well, i
t's just that if people knew about us…” I say, trailing off and looking towards the town. They may not understand."
"Well, I'm no stranger to controversy," she says casually. I know she means her father, the man who was imprisoned on drug charges and then released. Christ, I know her father. That is not a conversation I want to have with him and Jake... What would he do when he saw me, knowing I fucked his little girl. If the roles were reversed, I might not hesitate to grab my sidearm.
"Are you ashamed of me?" she asks, her face now flushed with anger.
Groaning to myself now and sliding myself back into my pants I try to explain, "Well, see, I don't think we thought this through. I know I certainly didn't." I can see that stings her. I hate knowing that I hurt her.
"Well, I did," she says coolly, sitting up now. Still mostly naked and unashamed, she tugs out another smile from me. "I knew exactly what I was doing when I marched down here. I saw you standing here fishing without a shirt and knew I wanted you. I saw what I wanted, and I took it. I'm not ashamed.
That gets me. She knew exactly what she was doing when she came here and got it, and here I thought it was I who took her.
"Lucy," I say, "you were a virgin. You're a little more than a child.”
"Don't say that," she snarls. "I'm a woman. Otherwise, that would've been a prison sentence,” she says, gesturing to the ground. "I am a woman, Kenton, and I want to be with you sexually and emotionally. Or aren't you old enough and mature enough to handle that?"
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I challenge her.
"It means that I want a relationship with you. You can fuck me on the lakeshore, but you're afraid of what people will think when they see us together in town?"