Marissa groaned as she stretched, activating every muscle as she did her best to make herself a few inches taller. Sunlight poured into her room from an open window, and she smiled as she rolled onto her belly, feeling her sheets tangle around her legs. She buried her face in the crook of her arm for a few moments and begged the day to give her just a little longer to sleep. From across the room blaring red numbers told her that it was only 9:30, far too early for her to be getting out of bed on her first day of summer vacation.
Sitting up, she glared at the light curtains that did nothing to block out the light, but it was hard to stay angry for long. Just outside the window there was a beautiful lake, surrounded on three sides by forest and on one by a nice bank of sand. She smiled as she thought about it. Nobody else would be up yet, and it was only her and a few friends staying at the summer house. She could probably sneak in a nice swim before she would need to dress.
Kicking the sheets from her feet, she decided to take the slight advantage the morning had afforded her, collecting her nearly worn out old beach towel as she sidled over to her open window. She grinned to herself as she climbed out of it, her feet landing quietly on soft grass. She felt like a naughty juvenile, sneaking out, and it made her remember her summers here as a child. It was a fleeting memory, there was nothing of her that was a child any more.
As she ran down the sloping, grass covered hill to the lake her breasts bounced. The breeze and sunlight felt amazing on her bare skin, and her nipples were standing erect from the sheer joy of knowing that she was doing something completely inappropriate. She dropped her towel on the doc as she ran, and at the end she executed a flawless swan dive. The shock of the still cold water took her breath away and made her nipples ache, and as she broke out of the water she gasped. Her long dark hair was plastered to neck all the way down to her shoulders, where it flared out in teh water. She giggled to herself as she began swimming toward the center of the small lake.
The water was frigid, and she found that she could no longer hold a grudge against the sun waking her. As she neared the center of the lake she turned over and floated on her back, her breasts sticking out of the water as she barely kicked her feet.
Across the lake another early riser was sunbathing. She hadn't been looking. so she hadn't noticed Hunter lounging near the end of the man-made beach. He, however, had definitely noticed her. He hadn't seen her until she had been nearly to the dock, but he had watched every moment after that. Sitting up, he had seen her dive off the dock, taking to the water like a fish. And now he could see her drifting, her gorgeous body on display.
Hunter and Marissa had been friends since their freshman year and college, three years. He had always had a thing for her, but had never known how to approach her about it. Marissa was never single for long, and when she was she rotated through a bevy of interested partners. Hunter had remained by her side as the true blue friend, never stepping over the line he so wished to leap across. He had come on summer vacation with Marissa the last two years, and he knew she had a penchant for skinny dipping, but he was sure he had never seen her up so early in the morning and she never indulged when she thought anyone else was around.
Curling his fingers in the sand, Hunter ran a hand over his closely shaved skull. His dark skin shone in the sun as watched Marissa, torn between hiding so she never knew he was there, and joining her. He knew that if he moved forward things would never be the same between them again, but if he hid he would be kicking himself for the rest of the summer, if not his life. He was aching, literally, to join her, his cock so hard it was beginning to hurt.
He lingered too long, though, torn between his choices, and a moment before he would have risen to go inside Marissa began swimming again- and she caught sight of him.
Marissa turned bright red as she caught a flash of dark skin on the beach, almost not registering that it meant a person for along moment. Once it registered, though, she found herself trapped. She began swimming toward her old friend, a few questions blaring in her head. Had he seen her? Obviously he was looking right at her now, but has he SEEN her. Was he there when she ran to the lake . . . and had he noticed her floating on her back. She stopped before she got too close to him, unsure of how to proceed.
"H- . . . Hey . . ." She blushed as he stood on the beach, his swim trunks barely clinging to his hips. She could see every single one of his abs, and she found it hard not to let her eyes linger.
"Hey. . . ." She was glad to see that he was blushing as well, his dark skin turning an interesting shade of red. "I didn't- I mean . . .shit."
She laughed a little, his inability to find words telling her everything she needed to know. She was still blushing, but he was just as embarrassed as her. Running his hand over his head again, he tried to bore holes in his feet with his eyes.
"I didn't mean to see anything," he finally said, "I mean, i didn't know you would come out this morning and . . I was just about to go inside."
Marissa could see how bad Hunter felt and she continued treading water quietly for another long moment. It was no big secret to her that Hunter liked her, and honestly she was attracted to him as well. The problem wasn't that she didn't see something in him, it was that she was afraid anything serious would come out of it. Besides that . . . she was a bit shy. She always was when she REALLY liked someone. She watched as he started to turn, his eyes downcast, and suddenly she was afraid that he would think she was mad at him, or laughing at him.
"Hunter . . . wait-" She looked up at him as he faltered, looking back at her, "It's no big deal. I mean, you don't have to leave if you've already seen everything." She blushed, but he blushed brighter. He'd seen everything. Her firm, heavy breasts, her round, meaty ass . . . her even knew she was shaved.
"I'm sorry." He started to apologize and she just shook her head.
"Come on, why don't you come in too. You could take off your trunks and . . . we'll call it even." She gave him a little lopsided grin and his jaw almost dropped. Was she really telling him what he thought she was. It wasn't that Hunter wasn't a looker. Even he knew he was handsome. He had a basketball players height, and a foot ball player's shoulders, and every bit of him was in prime shape. He had plenty of girls calling him, he just hadn't been that interested in most of them. Marissa on the other hand . .
