SUNDAY
I woke to the smell of bacon. It was tempting to think of sleeping in (and I certainly could have used the rest), but I couldn't resist the siren call of a big breakfast. Out in the living room and kitchen, I found out that I was the second-last person to get up.
Matt was nowhere to be seen. Mike told me that after Lisa left, Matt had kept drinking, and then hit on Amy - clumsily. She wasn't impressed. Nor were Diane and Mike. Matt decided to drown his sorrows and continued drinking until he passed out again. Somehow he'd found his way to bed later on.
- "Morning, Kyle!" said Bailey, cheerfully. She was bustling about in the kitchen, working on a second huge batch of scrambled eggs. Diane was frying bacon, Amy was on toaster duty, and Lisa was gathering and stacking plates, cutlery, and napkins.
- "You two can make yourselves useful and set the table." she said.
There was plenty of coffee, and almost too much of everything else.
- "What's the plan for today?" asked Diane.
- "It's a beautiful day." said Bailey. "I'll get the boat out, and we'll do some water-skiing."
- "Cool!"
- "I've never actually done that." said Amy.
- "Neither have Mike and I." I said.
- "Don't worry." said Bailey. "It's not that hard. But if anybody's having trouble, we can also tow a couple of people on boogie boards or an inner tube."
After breakfast, Bailey asked me to help her get the boat ready while the others cleaned up. Down at the boathouse, we swept away a cobweb or two, cleaned the seats, and laid out clean life-jackets. Our last task was to fill the gas tank.
Then Bailey was ready to talk to me - the main reason why she had asked me to help her.
- "Kyle, last night was ... well, you know. I just didn't want to ... lead you on - in case you thought that we were going to ... become a couple, or anything like that. I mean, part of it is that I just broke up with Steve. Wow - was that just yesterday?"
- "A lot has happened."
- "No kidding. I don't regret it, but ... I'm not ready to ..."
- "I understand. Plus I don't think that your parents would like me very much." A guy from the wrong side of the tracks? They'd have a stroke. Bailey and I were just not socially compatible. It worked both ways: I couldn't even imagine having dinner with her family and friends at the golf course.
- "No." she agreed. "I doubt that you'd like
them
all that much, either. And I was tempted - seriously tempted - to think of you as a potential friend with benefits. The danger there is that I could become addicted to having sex with you ... and then where would I be?"
- "Having sex with me?"
She smiled. "Yeah. But you and Lisa have so much unfinished business. She understands why last night happened. But I don't want to
stay
in the middle, between you two. Does that make sense?"
All of it made sense. Bailey was on the rebound, not ready for a boyfriend, and I wasn't the type of boyfriend that her parents would accept anyway. She let me down nicely, and even stroked my ego a bit. Most of all, though, she wanted to give her best friend a free run at me - after all this time.
- "Thanks, Bailey. You always say things in the nicest way. And last night was unforgettable."
- "Oh - that reminds me." She pulled out her phone, and her thumbs flew over the keys. "Leece and I re-watched the videos after you left. And we wanted you to have this." She tapped her screen.
My phone pinged. She'd sent me a short video.
"Go ahead and watch it." she said.
Bailey Walker had sent me a twenty-two second clip of me fucking her from behind. She was only visible from the hips down, but I looked pretty good. Near the very end of the video, I turned my head, and looked directly at the camera. At Lisa.
- "Wow. Thank you."
- "Now it really
is
unforgettable."
***
Bathing suits, sandals, old T-shirts, and tons of sunscreen - we all got ready to spend the afternoon on, in, and around the lake.
Bailey drove the boat, at first, while I acted as spotter, and Lisa gave a demonstration for the beginner class on how to get up on water skis. She did it flawlessly, of course, because she weighed barely a hundred and ten, and yet had strong arms and legs.
I'd seen her in shorts, crop tops, dresses ... but never in a two-piece bathing suit. There was barely any fat on her body, except for the round globes of her peachy little ass, and the surprisingly jiggly boobs she was showing off, which had to be large Bs or small Cs.
For years, I'd been fascinated by her face, her eyes, the colour of her hair, the sound of her voice, and the devastating array of smiles she had mastered. Now I was getting the best look I'd ever gotten at her body.
Of course, she'd seen
me
naked - and in action - only last night. Then she and Bailey had re-watched the videos, meaning that Lisa had seen repeated closeups of my dick.
Most of her lesson was directed at Diane, Amy and Mike. She signalled to us in the boat, and Bailey gunned the motor. Lisa got up easily. In fact, she made it look effortless. Bailey took her once around this end of the lake.
Lisa didn't do anything difficult. She swung across the boat's wake a couple of times, but most of the time she simply smiled at me - that was the impression I got, anyway. As we neared the Walkers' dock, Lisa swung wide, and let go of the rope. She glided to a stop and sank gracefully into the water only fifteen feet from the dock.
Bailey cut the motor so that I could pull in the tow rope. We went back near the dock, where Lisa had already resumed the lesson.
- "Let the boat do the work." she was telling them.
Lisa got up a second time. Not fifty yards from the dock, she dropped a ski, and began to slalom on one ski. Bailey took her into the far end of the lake. I saw another cottage, on an isolated point, but there wasn't another soul to be seen.
- "She's really good!" I shouted, to Bailey.
- "She's showing off a bit! Probably for you!"
She was certainly enjoying herself. Bailey turned us around, and headed for home.
"Have to keep the runs fairly short, so everyone can get a chance!" she yelled.
Lisa repeated her Lady of the Lake of move, gliding to a halt close to the dock, and then sinking into the water. Bailey and I went searching for the ski she'd dropped.
"She looks hot, right?" said Bailey.
- "She always has." I agreed. Then I decided to be honest. "That was never the problem between us, Bailey. It was that she didn't see
me
as hot enough."
- "That might have changed last night."
Bailey was trying to be encouraging. It was just more food for thought for me, though.
Diane was the first rookie to try the skis. Lisa coached her, from the dock. Her first attempt failed; Diane got too far over her skis, but wouldn't let go of the rope, and ended up being dragged face-first.
Her second attempt was better. I thought she was up, actually, but she leaned back too far, and her feet shot out from under her.
On her third try, Diane got up. Bailey took her around the short end of the lake. I took out my phone, and snapped a few pictures of her face, flushed with exhilaration. Two would be for her; one was for Mike.
As we neared the dock, Diane tried to replicate Lisa's move. The moment she let go of the rope, she fell backwards and landed heavily on her ass. But she bobbed up out of the water, grinning like a crazy woman.
- "That was so cool! Ames, you have to try it!"
Amy was still hesitant.
- "Come on, Mike!" I called. "Show us how it's done!"
My friend was the furthest thing from an athlete. He was bright, though, and he'd seen Lisa and then Diane. Little kids can water ski. It's just a matter of technique.
His first two attempts were just like Diane's: an abject failure, followed by a near miss. I tried to avoid over-coaching. Lisa was just encouraging him.
- "You've got this. You're practically there."
On his third try, Mike got up. I couldn't tell if he was excited, or just surprised. He was doing great until halfway through his run, when he suddenly stumbled and wiped out.
Bailey was a seasoned pro. The moment that I called out, she was veering around to go back to him. We recovered one of his skis, and got the tow rope sorted out. Bailey went to the back of the boat (the stern?) to talk to him.
- "This is just like starting by the dock, Mike. Keep your skis together, and let the boat do the work."
He nodded. And then failed to get up. Experienced skiers may forget how difficult it can be, at first, when you lack confidence.
He failed a second time. Putting the boat back into position, time and time again, takes skill and patience. Bailey had both of those. I told her so.
- "Give him one more chance?" I asked. "He's got a major thing for Diane. It would mean a lot if he could come back on skis."
- "Okay." she said.
I called out to him. "You get up this time, Mike, and I'll send you all of the pics I took of Diane!"
He did it. As we neared the dock, his attempt to emulate Lisa resulted in a side slip and a spectacular splash. But Diane was cheering for him as he swam back to the dock, pulling the skis.
Matt had finally rejoined the living. He was cradling a cup of coffee as if his life depended on it. I don't know if that affected Amy's decision to pass on water-skiing. Diane was trying to persuade her to try, but Amy decided not to.
- "You're up, Kyle!" shouted Lisa. She took my place in the boat, as spotter, while I put the skis on and sat in the water.
I thought that it looked easy. If Diane and Mike had done it, surely I would have no trouble. Wrong. I pulled too hard with my arms, got over the skis, and ended up being dragged as Diane had, swallowing a bit of water.
My second attempt went much better. I nearly fell backwards, but managed to stay upright. Now I understood the expression on Diane's face. It
was
exhilarating.
Bailey took me around their end of the lake, and slowed down as we approached the dock. I was nowhere near as graceful as Lisa, but I managed to glide to a halt, and slowly sink into the water. Of course, I'd been afraid of slamming into the dock, so I had a bit of a swim to get back.
- "Want your third run, Kyle?" shouted Lisa.
