Cyrus slept in on Monday morning, worn out from the previous night. Jenn had already left the small, rented cottage by the time he rolled out of bed. As he ambled to the kitchen in search of coffee and a bagel, he scrolled through the text messages she'd left on his phone.
"Good morning, love!" wrote his 24-year-old girlfriend. "I didn't have the heart to wake you. You looked all tuckered out from fucking me all last night! I just hope the neighbours didn't hear us out on the dock."
"I thought I'd be exhausted too, but for some reason I'm bouncing off the walls," continued Jenn. "I got ready early and I'm just sitting out on the dock getting some sun while I wait for the boys to pick me up. I'm sorry you can't join us, but I'm so proud of you for working so hard to study for the bar exam!"
As he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, Cyrus remembered that Jenn was going with Jake and Gabriel that morning to explore a few of the small, uninhabited islands in the middle of Lake Muskoka. The 18-year-old identical twins, whose family owned a cottage on the other side of the lake, had planned to cut across the water in their parents' boat to pick her up.
Jenn's childhood friend Rachel, the twins' older sister, wasn't joining the group out on the water. She had hurt her ankle the previous day and her parents were taking her to a doctor that morning to get it checked out.
"By the way, mister," said the next message from Jenn, "it took me a long time to scrub all your dried cum off me in the shower this morning. I had no idea you'd get so turned-on hearing about an innocent day in the sun. I wonder what your adorably dirty imagination will fixate on today!"
Cyrus grinned as he realised Jenn had slipped back into character. They hadn't done much talking the previous night--they'd both been far too horny--but he'd seen something in her eyes that made it clear it was no accident she kept ending up naked out on the lake.
Given his own past adventures with nudity, Cyrus was hardly in a position to judge Jenn. If proclaiming her innocence was the security blanket she needed to explore a few harmless fantasies, he was happy to play along.
More importantly, Cyrus had wanted this trip to be a chance for Jenn to get away from the stress she was feeling at work. It seemed to be working: the thrill of putting herself on display for the twins seemed to be a welcome distraction from her troubles.
Jenn's technical skills as a financial analyst had served her well in her first year as a junior associate at one of Canada's largest investment banks, but her second year had been rockier. She had struggled to keep up with the growing pressure to use her personal and professional networks to bring in new business for her team.
Cyrus knew Jenn was concerned that her boss was starting to see her as the capable girl who crunched the numbers while her well-connected male teammates came back from fraternity reunions and ski trips with leads on corporate clients who might be looking for new bankers.
Jenn's next message yanked Cyrus back into the present. "Here's my outfit for the morning!" she'd written, alongside a selfie that showed her posing out on the dock of their rented cabin. The five-foot-four brunette had pulled her shoulder-length hair into a ponytail and was standing barefoot in the skimpiest bikini Cyrus had ever seen.
The bright white of the bathing suit contrasted starkly with Jenn's deep tan. Her strapless bandeau top stretched across her b-cup breasts, leaving her nipples poking through the slightly sheer fabric. Her g-string left even less to the imagination, consisting mainly of a daringly low-cut mesh triangle.
Cyrus could tell this was a swimsuit that wasn't made for swimming, and wondered what it would look like when wet. His eyes followed every curve and crevice of Jenn's athletic body, lingering on her perky breasts and toned midriff before darting out to trace the outline of her rounded hips and powerful thighs.
"OK babe," said Jenn's last early-morning message. "The boys just arrived in the boat. Good luck studying! I'm not sure how good the cell service will be in the middle of the lake, but I'll check in when I can."
Distracted by the thought of his girlfriend setting off in a boat accompanied only by a few strips of fabric, her phone, and two horny teenagers, Cyrus fixed a simple breakfast for himself and cracked open his study notes.
*
Just before noon, Cyrus was working his way through an especially dry chapter on tax law when his phone rang with a call from an unlisted number. "Hello?" he asked, after putting in his earphones.
"Hi hun!" said Jenn. "I'm calling from the landline at a cottage because I don't have a strong cell signal here. How are you doing?"
"Hi babe," replied Cyrus. "I was moving a little slowly this morning, so it'll probably take me most of the afternoon to finish today's chapters. How about you? Did you have fun out on the water?"
"Aw that's too bad," said Jenn, sympathetically. "I've had a great time with the boys. I had no idea there were so many little islands in the middle of the lake. We stopped at a few of them and they're really beautiful."
"That sounds nice. Are you back at Jake and Gabriel's family cottage now?" Cyrus asked.