"Can't catch me," she teased him, smiling and then ducking under the water. He laughed in response and chased after her, flying through the water with ease. He caught her by her ankle and lifted her out of the water, wrapping his arms around her.
It had been a long time since life had felt this perfect for Marla, but this was the epitome of her life. Standing there, in Jake's arms, she had that clichΓ© wish that the moment would never end. But it did, like all moments.
"I'm gonna get us some lemonade," Jake said suddenly, his eyes widening behind her, something she didn't see. He jumped out of the water and ran into the empty house. Marla sighed and hoisted herself out as well. She looked up at the sun and the blue sky, a few quite clouds scattered in it.
However long she spent staring at the sky, that was how Jake found her when he came back out with two lemonades. He smiled and sat down, dangling his feet in the water. He placed his drink down, gave the other to Marla, and put his arms out behind him to support the weight of his body. Marla placed her head on his bare chest and looked back up at the sky. Her hand came up to draw lazy patterns on his slim stomach, absent-mindedly.
When she looked up at him, tilting her body, he looked down at her. He leaned in to kiss her softly, his shaggy brown hair tickling her face, but she didn't care. She flattened her hand on his smooth stomach and the other on the ground, and pushed herself into the kiss. Slowly, he relinquished control, his arms weakening gradually as his torso got closer and closer to the ground.
He'd always fought her at this point, afraid that if he went further, he wouldn't be able to stop himself before things got out of hand. But he was tired of fighting it, and if she wanted to go all the way with him, he'd be the happiest man alive.
Jake was of Indian decent and therefore had chocolate brown skin. He had brown eyes as well, which to some was dull, but to Marla, there was nothing she'd rather stare into than his eyes. He was tall, about 30 cm (one foot) taller than Marla, who stood at a little taller than one and a half meters, about five feet American. Marla had dirty blonde hair that rarely behaved for her, hazel eyes and fair skin. She had the body of an athlete, Jake had the body of a runner.
Marla noticed his lack of reluctance and thanked God for it. He'd always been such a 'good boy' when it came to the two of them and she wanted, no, needed, to show him how much he meant to her. She straddled him and was pleasantly surprised to find the reason for his sudden need for lemonade. He had a boner.
She pulled out of the kiss and looked down at him, wanting him so much, but she had to ask. "Are you sure?" Oh the irony. Wasn't the guy supposed to ask the girl that?