Hello! I hope you enjoy my story. I welcome comments and critiques.
I am Australian, so thongs = flipflops. My characters are not wearing sexy lingerie on their feet.
Please note that all characters are over eighteen years of age.
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Verity leaned on the fender of her car and used her hands to push herself up onto the bonnet.
"Rhys!" she shouted at the weary looking bungalow it was parked in front of.
Like many of the houses in Pelican Bay, it had seen better days. The blue and white paint peeled from the wood, slowly losing its battle against the salt and sun. An old Datsun with four flat tires sat on the front lawn, axel deep in grass. Mice had eaten away the electronics in a couple of years ago, but by the look of it the damn thing hadn't been mobile before that.
With a sigh, Verity jumped to the ground and walked up the cracked cement path. She knocked on the door, but the house was quiet. Rhys wasn't answering his phone either, but she could guess where he was. The hum of music grew louder as she wandered around the back of the house and down the back of the yard to a small tin shed. Poking her head inside, she found Rhys bent over a dirt bike, humming along to the radio.
"Oi, shithead." She laughed.
He looked up at her and grinned. "Hey, you. Is it two already?"
"Yup. I've been out the front beeping my horn."
"Oh, sorry. I got caught up with the Yammy." He wiped his hands on a rag and came over to plant a kiss on her cheek.
Verity looked the bike over. "Is it running yet?"
He frowned. "Not yet. You want to head straight to the beach or go somewhere else first?"
"Beach. I've got a killer craving."
He nodded. "I'll go wash the grease off. Meet you in the car."
Ever since she got sucked into a whirlpool Verity got intense yearnings to be near the water if she was away for too long. Rhys understood because he got them too. There was something about the water in that cove. It did something to people. Those few who were able to find it that was. It was only small, with very deep water and about a hundred metres of golden sand. The opening was narrow and surrounded by cliffs, but it was large enough that Rhys had discovered it while taking a break from fishing on a nearby beach. And Verity had accidentally found it after being left at a beach lookout by her ex, who took offense to her refusing him a blowjob. She slipped on a rock as she tried to walk home and tore open her knee. The little cove was a pleasant invitation for her to wash the blood and dirt off, but a few steps into the water and an undertow yanked her feet from the sandy bottom. The ocean swirled around her and pulled her down into the deep. And then suddenly she could breathe underwater.
The weird part was even with directions anyone they told about the place couldn't seem to locate it. It existed in the same space as a solid cliff and only showed itself to a select few. That was how the older Aquarials explained it to them. They said a sea goddess made the water special, to make creatures to adore her. Verity wanted to punch her in the face, not worship her.
The car's tires crunched on the gravel of the car park. Verity parked it next to a surfer's van and jumped out. They had to leave the car here and walk along the cliff top and scrub to get to their beach. No one could build a road to a place they didn't think existed. Once they found it they had to scramble down the loose sand and rock to get to the beach.
Verity slipped her feet from her thongs and plunged them into the hot sand. She ran for the water and waded out to her knees. Cupping her hands, she lifted some to her face and drank deep. It sounded gross, but salt water was refreshing to her now. She often bottled it to take home.
Rhys circled her with his arms and kissed her throat. She leaned back into his chest and exhaled. She felt so much solace when she was here. And having him for company was an added bonus.
She spun around to kiss him, taking his bottom lip between hers and sucking on it. He grasped her hand and they walked along the shore, talking and pausing every now and then to kiss. Having been in the water, Verity felt more energised than she had earlier. Today she couldn't get enough of Rhys's mouth. They sat down not far from where the waves reached, their make out session turning more heated. She climbed on top of him, straddling his waist and curling her fingers in his dark hair. Rhys drew a line up her spine with his finger and attempted to unhook her bra. He had to switch to using both hands, but he got there. They were only new to the whole undressing other people thing. Neither of them had been very popular at school. Verity had been a late bloomer and a little shy. By the time a couple of boys decided she wasn't so bad, she was completely inexperienced and not comfortable with what they expected from her. Then she had to go all amphibious at the end of senior year and her weird behaviour turned her into an outcast. That was how she met Rhys. Over the last few months they'd been growing closer and more intimate. In Verity's mind it was pretty much down to finding the right opportunity to go all the way.
Rhys had one breast in his palm, kneading it while he kissed a trail up her neck. Verity tugged his shirt over his head and roamed her fingers across his taut chest. He stripped off her tee and bra, before rolling her onto her back and capturing her mouth. Her legs were bent either side of him, making her skirt bunch around her waist. She arched her spine in delight. Everything screamed at her for more. Breathing heavily as they kissed, Rhys ground into her, his erection pressing against her slit through her underwear and making her moan. His fingers nudged at the lace, slipping them down her skin. He moved back to slide them off before returning to kiss her, his hand running up her inner thigh and brushing against her pussy. She felt a warm liquid gush out of her, coating her thighs.
Verity pulled away from Rhys's mouth. "Oh my god." She pushed herself to a sitting position.
"Jesus." Rhys stared at her in alarm.
"I'm sorry. I..." She covered her mouth with one hand.
"Verity, hey, it's alright," He rubbed her arm. "It's just part of the changes."
They'd been told about what to expect by the older Aquarials. That the power in the water at this beach had made more changes to their bodies than just the scales and gills. Verity had been wet before, but never like this. There was so much of it. It was thick and slimy, like someone had squeezed a bunch of squid eggs on her and there were bits of green in it, as if her vagina had been feeding on the algae from the rocks and had decided to spit it out.
Feeling anxious, she screwed her face up. "It's just embarrassing. I'm making such a mess."
Rhys kissed her cheek. "We're at the beach. Our beach. No one is going to see you and the water is right there. It'll take two seconds to clean you up."
She sighed and gazed into his blue eyes. Her heart was filled with love for him. When they found each other and realised they were both going through the same thing, it was such a relief, but it wasn't until they stumbled upon more of their kind at the cove that things made more sense.
Verity lifted a sandy hand to Rhys's face and drew him in for a kiss. She gave him a devilish smirk. "We could make use of it."
He looked a little excited but also apprehensive. "Are you sure?"
She chuckled. "My body is."
He twined his fingers in her long strawberry blonde hair. "It doesn't matter what your body is telling you. What is your head thinking?"
She smiled. "That I want to rip your clothes off and fuck you in the water."
