"So we can still spend time together...just as friends?" she typed.
"Yes. Completely platonic," Jason affirmed. "I know it will be difficult for you to resist my raw sex appeal..."
"Me?" she replied indignantly. "I have self-control. You're the one who's going to find it difficult."
"Oh please. You'll be begging me to fuck you."
That was completely the wrong thing to say to Jennifer. She had never been one to back down from a challenge. "We'll see about that. I bet anything you like that you'll break first."
It took a while for him to reply. Jennifer expected him to back down. But instead he wrote: "You're so cute when you're trying to be threatening."
"Whatever. Whoever crosses the platonic line first is the loser."
"What does the winner get?" He asked.
"Bragging rights, of course."
Jennifer spent the next week thinking about how to take him down a peg or two. And she intended to have some fun doing it. Their first "platonic" meeting was to be at a pool and that would be his undoing.
The day finally arrived after weeks of anticipation. She parked her car and found him waiting at the entrance, tall and handsome and enigmatic as ever. He always made her pulse race. They hugged and she held on longer than was strictly necessary, enjoying the feel of his strong arms around her again.
"I missed you," he said. "Let's go inside."
The pools were geothermally heated and a regional tourist attraction. But they weren't too busy on a weekday. They found a lounger by the main outdoor pool and Jennifer nervously took off her voluminous cover-all. The chill Autumn air was a shock to her bare skin...and there was a lot of bare skin. She wore a skimpy floral bikini that was a size too small and didn't cover much of her backside. Her backside goose-pimpled in protest.
Jason wolf-whistled behind her. "Nice bikini, " he said appreciatively.
"This old thing?" she said impishly. She turned around and was startled to discover Jason had stripped too. He was standing there wearing nothing but a pair of black speedos that left little to the imagination.
"You're blushing," he observed smugly.
"Am not," she retorted. "Just...remembering." Remembering the tickle of his curly chest hair as she kissed a trail down to his navel and below. How she rested her head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat slow after a particularly energic round of lovemaking.
He looked sad for a moment. "Let's get in the water before I suffer serious shrinkage here".
Jennifer didn't need to be told twice. She slipped into the water and the luxurious heat made all the tension melt out of her muscles. She sat on a seat at the edge of the pool and Jason slipped in with a splash beside her.
He leaned back and sighed in contentment. They sat shoulder-to-shoulder in companionable silence for a while. Jennifer watched the steam from the pool coil lazily around beams of morning sunlight.
"This is nice," she said. "Maybe we can successfully be just friends."
"Yes it is," he mused with his eyes closed. "Although, it would be even better if experienced in post-coital euphoria."
"I knew you would break first," she exclaimed.
"I'm not giving in," he protested. "Just sayin'."
"Okay, you're right. This would be a good way to recover after sex," she said nochalantly. "I always got sore hamstrings after holding my feet above my head while you gave me a good pounding."
