Author's Note: Here we are at the end of Part I. Thank you to everyone who has kept up with the story. Especially if you've left a comment. Part II starts with Chapter 8, to be released at the start of December. In the meantime, I'll at least have 1 release in the form of a Deep Dive for one of the characters in NTIT. I'm still debating on whether I want to submit a one-off story for Halloween.
Big thanks again to AuroraIncident, everyone who has given me feedback on the early drafts of this chapter, especially Boots and adub. For all updates regarding release schedule and opportunities to Beta Read future chapters (or entire parts) check my author's bio.
As always, all characters involved in any sexual scenario are at least 18 years old.
Lastly, it was recently brought to my attention that the old android app for Literotica does not retain formatting correctly. I'm going to try to get this fixed for future chapters, and re-post the older ones in a format that reads better. For the time being, the best reading experience will be from the website itself.
7 - The Most Interesting Day in Belews Lake History Pt. 1
Monday, August 21, 4:20 AM, Belews Lake
Through all the years they'd been friends, Pixie never realized how sharply Melissa Gordon had honed her deductive skills.
"So you... were the reason," Mel took her time as she processed what Pixie'd just told her, "he wasn't skinny-dipping with the girl?"
Pixie had wanted to brag about it when it happened, though she doubted she would. Then, afterward, she never wanted anyone to find out. Now that her friend knew, she didn't know whether she should feel proud or ashamed. It caused her stomach to churn and her voice to falter.
"Well, if you two are banging how come you're sneaking around watching him from the trees?" Melissa asked flippantly.
She is too good at this.
Pixie stared at Mellisa in wide-eyed bewilderment.
"Is that why you weren't feeling well? Are you avoiding him? Wait. Pixie! Was it... consensual?"
Maybe not THAT good at this. I should say something before she castrates him.
"Hah, if anything, I may have been the one taking advantage of him," Pixie snickered. "But seriously, bang? Jeez, Mel, way to set the tone. Sure you don't wanna go with shag? Or bone? Why not screw? Oh, how about 'going heels to Jesus'?"
"You've been keeping that last one in your back pocket for a while haven't you?"
"I thought it sounded like something Chris might say."
Mel giggled, "Would he be the one with his heels in the air?"
"Oh God, why are you putting that image in my head?"
"I dunno. Why'd you change the subject?"
"We changed subjects?" Pixie gave Mel her saddest puppy dog eyes.
I have a good friend. Why am I keeping secrets from her?
"Oh, right. No. We didn't 'bang' as you so romantically put," Pixie clarified. "We... I... he... let me explore his body."
"Okay, first, that sounds hot, and we're definitely going to talk about it later, and you're sure he wasn't taking advantage of you?"
"I convinced him to get naked then practically forced him to let me touch his body. Yeah, I'm pretty sure."
"Okay, well, that doesn't explain why you're over here spying on him instead of further cementing the fact that your lesbian card was obtained under false pretenses."
Pixie couldn't help but scowl at the remark.
"We can talk about that later, too," Pixie said sheepishly. "Right now there's something a bit more urgent."
"Right! Who stole his clothes?"
If she can figure that out, she's probably earned that story.
"I don't have a clue," Pixie saw the look on Mel's face change significantly. "What?
"He's getting out of the water. Shit, I think he can see you."
In her haste to ensure his clothes were where she'd expected to see them, Pixie had stepped into the moonlight.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Do I turn and face him, or do I run and hope he doesn't know it was me? Yeah, because he'd think it might be some other short-haired person under five feet tall who knew he'd be here in the middle of the night.
Before Pixie could decide the proper course of action, she was distracted by something deeper in the woods. She furrowed her brow as she tried to make sense of what she'd seen. Melissa observed the expression change on her friend's face and turned to see what had diverted her attention.
"Lights?" Mel said absentmindedly, then more alarmingly added. "Flashlights! Pixie, chaperones!"
Instinctively, Pixie cupped her hand over Mel's mouth to keep her from drawing attention to their spot.
How the hell would they know we were here. Unless...
"You sure he said this site?" The burly voice couldn't conceivably belong to a man under the age of 30.
"Yeah, kid said some others were swimming at the dock near the West campground, isn't this the West Campground?" The second person was also an older male, and they were definitely getting closer.
Whoever took his clothes. They ratted him out.
"I know, I'm just saying what if-"
Pixie wasn't waiting to hear the rest of the conversation
"Mel, go back to the cabins!" She said with as much assertiveness as she could manage at a whisper. "I have to help Miles."
"What are you gonna-"
"Just go!"
The truth was, Pixie had no idea what she was going to do. She just turned and nearly ran into Miles.
"Pixie?" He embraced her to keep her from colliding into him. "What are you doing out here? I thought I heard voices. Was there someone el-"
"Someone stole your clothes. Chaperones are coming," She saw the look of terror in his eyes as he took in her words. "Run to the lake!"
Fear of getting caught propelled her faster than she knew she was capable of sprinting. It took her significantly more steps to hit the edge of the dock and slip into the water, but she was fairly certain the flashlights never landed on her.
"Stay near the dock," she whispered, not necessarily telling Miles, but just processing her thoughts aloud. "If we stay near the dock they won't see us."
"Unless they come out on the dock," he pointed out a flaw in her plan. "S'funny though."
"You mean the fact that I was mad at you and now here I am saving you?"
"No. Not that, though now that you mention it, why are you out here saving me?"
"No, no. No changing the subject. If that wasn't it, what was so funny?"
"It's nothing. Just something Chris said earlier."
"Chris? Oh no. Don't tell me. Was it from the Old Testament or New?"
"It wasn't that at all," Miles chuckled. "He made it sound like you can't swim."
As the words escaped his lips, Pixie became painfully aware of her surroundings. She looked down and saw nothing in the murky deep enveloping her. Panicked, she lurched at Miles, scrambling up his body to keep her head above the surface.
"Easy, easy. We can't splash," Miles said as he took her in his arms. "Here, you can hang on to this. Now just kick and you'll stay afloat."
She forced herself to ignore the slimy substance that coated the support beam of the dock. Her fingers clutching it were the only thing preventing her from the terror she felt being in the lake.
"Thanks," she said, trying to convince herself she wasn't scared.
Together they floated there, unable to do anything but wait as the beams from the flashlights zigzagged across the water like spotlights.
With every passing second, the need to feel solid ground under her feet eroded the knowledge that they had to remain hidden, tempting her to peek over the edge of the dock. To see if the people manning the flashlights were coming closer, but the unpredictable pattern of the lights didn't provide enough of a lull for her to do it safely.
"Better?" Miles asked.
She kicked at the nothingness beneath her. Her grasp tightened on the wood keeping her from floating away.
"Uh, a little," she confessed. "I still feel like something is going to rise up out of the depths and pull me down to my doom."
All it took was him placing a hand on the small of her back to assure her that everything was going to be okay. She wasn't in danger. He wasn't going to let anything happen to her. Just as she'd known on her birthday, Miles was going to keep her safe.
"Better?" He repeated.
"Better," she said enthusiastically.
Instead of enjoying the moment, Miles twitched and turned his attention to the dock. Before she had a chance to question the reaction, she heard it herself.
Footsteps.
"Under," he suggested.
"But I-"
The hand behind her cradled her hip. She didn't know if he'd intended it as a sensual act, but it caused her heart to pound harder than the fear of getting caught. She bit her bottom lip, nodded at him, and allowed him to guide her under the support frame of the dock. Within seconds, they reemerged beneath the planks, looking up through the gaps in the wood as the steps got closer.
She couldn't imagine the chaperone seeing them through the finger-wide spaces between the slats. Still, she wrapped her arms and legs around Miles. In return, he brought both hands around her back and held her against him. There was no guilt knowing he was the only one keeping them buoyant. His touch assured her, letting her know that her concerns were the only thing he was concerned about.
The increasing thud of footsteps down the length of the dock drew their focus. Silently, they watched as the inverted spotlight allowed them to track the chaperon's steps along the planks. As the shadow fell upon them, they held the breath and waited an excruciatingly long time for him to turn and walk back to land. The thunderous clap of his footsteps fell away, only to be drowned out by the booming lub-dub of Pixie's heart.
"Man, there's no one out here. I think that little pissant was having a laugh, sending us on a wild goose chase," the burly man called to his friend on the shore.
"Did you catch his name?"
The teens listened intently to find out who had ratted on Miles.
"Fuck. Well, we know what he looks like," he started making his way back.
"I gotta be honest, I've met like forty kids in the past week, and I've seen like sixty others. I have no idea if I could pick him out of a lineup."
"We know it's a boy at least."
"Yeah, great. Cause that narrows it down."
"So... what now?"
"Uh, tell no one about this?"
"Sounds like a plan."
