Colin's erect rod bent forward, the line from it became tight. He fought to pull the rod back. I watched as he battled with the reel to pull the fish in. It wasn't a hard battle. There was a commotion in the water, the fish tried to fight back but Colin eventually reeled the Largemouth Bass to the shore. He lifted the fish out of the water and like a champion fishermen he held the fish above his head. It was the fourth fish he caught that afternoon, the third that was large enough to keep. He smiled proudly.
"It's only safe to eat one fish a month." I said sarcastically without looking up from my book. " Throw that one back."
"What?" My boyfriend's smile disappeared as he lowered the fish.
"There's too much mercury to eat more than one a month."
"Are you serious?"
"I'm just worried about your health." I said as I put down my book. "I learned about it back in my college environmental science class. Because of the air pollution from factories and coal burning power plants it's only safe to have one fish a month from any waters anywhere in this state."
"What happens if you eat more than one?"
"I fell asleep during that part of the lecture but I think you die almost instantly of mercury poisoning."
"Shit," He dropped the fish back into the water with a splash.
"I was joking." I started to laugh. "I have no clue what happens if you eat more than one."
"Very funny." He put on a fake smile then turned away from me.
"Come here." I started to feel guilty, I had never been very good at being mean.
"Why? Are there any other rules you want to tell me to ruin my day."
"Yeah, you're probably suppose to have a fishing license." I said sarcastically. "If you get caught without one, I think you get a five hundred dollar fine."
He put the fishing pole down and started to look around as he walked away from it. "Don't let them catch me." He answered sarcastically.
"I won't."
"Promise?" He continued to pretend to look for the police as he walked over to where I was laying down. He fell to his knees in front of me then sat down next to me.
"I promise."
"What's been wrong this weekend?" Suddenly he was serious. I knew he wanted to have the talk. I had been trying to avoid the conversation for three days.
"Nothing."
"Then what was last night about?"
"It was just too hot." I wanted to tell him what was really wrong but there was only one person who would really understand.
"What about the past few days?"
"This place just brings back some memories."
"It's horrible that they're going to build one of those chain resorts on this lake. It's going to ruin it."
"I really hope my parents don't sell to the developer but in a few years this lake might not even be recognizable."
"Your parents should take the money."
"Maybe, I just don't want the developers to win. There's so many other places why did they have to come here?"
"Because it's so beautiful." I sat up and we both looked towards the center of the lake. The water was a light blue, almost matching the color of the sky. The lake was in a small green valley. Besides a boat on the other end of the water, there was no other signs of humans.
"Yeah, but it's my lake. I just can't imagine having this retreat anymore."
"You said, you haven't been here in three years. What will you miss?"
"Just because I haven't been here in three years doesn't mean, I don't love it here."
"I'm not saying you don't. I'm saying you'll find other places."
"Not like this place. I grew up here and now it feels like my childhood is being taken away. This is where I had my first kiss. My first real heart break. My family spent every summer here until my parents separated. When they were fighting me and my brother would escape to here until they were done fighting."
"I know this place will never be replaceable but someday you'll find your own place like this."
But he didn't know. He would never know. He wouldn't understand the truth. The first time my parents really argued, my brother Paul and I drove here. We didn't have anywhere else to stay. It was too painful to stay at home and listen to our parents screaming. But there was another reason we went here that night. We both knew it but didn't say anything.
We broke into our parent's liquor cabinet and attempted to finish a bottle of vodka. It was the first time I ever drunk anything more than a few beers and the only thing I was able to finish off, was myself. I fell onto my parent's bed with the room spinning. Paul helped me into the bed. He leaned his face close enough that I could smell liquor on his breath, I closed my eyes and hoped he would kiss me but instead he tucked me into the bed.
I woke up the next morning with a headache but I smiled when I rolled over to find Paul sleeping in his clothes on the other side of the bed. My jeans and t-shirt were still on. I half wished I had woken up naked but was glad we hadn't done anything when I was too drunk.
I quietly slipped out of bed, but after I poured a large glass of water and found the aspirin I climbed back under the covers. I planned on falling back to sleep but I couldn't help myself. I couldn't resist the attraction to Paul. I felt like it was my one and only chance. I slid to his side of the bed, watching him sleep for a few minutes. He looked so peaceful, the only movement was air flowing in and out of his lips. I moved closer until I could feel his warm breath on me. Without thinking of the consequences I kissed his lips.
His lips responded to mine, lightly pushing back. Then he stopped his eyes opened and he jumped away from me. It didn't stop me, I crawled on top of him. I kissed him again. He kissed me back this time. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer to his warm body.
I realized what we were doing but we had gone too far to stop now. His kiss warmed my body. Everything felt so right and so good but at the same time everything felt wrong. I knew I shouldn't but I couldn't stop myself.
I wanted more than just kisses. I felt myself become excited. I felt his erection grow solid against my waist. I grinded against, wanting more than what we could do with clothes on.
I took my t-shirt off and expected him to attack my breasts like my previous lovers had done. Instead he kept his arms on my waist and with his eyes admired my breasts. I unhooked my bra and let it fall on to his stomach. I took his hands in mine and brought them to my chest. Lightly, he cupped them and gently squeezed. He sat up to kiss my breasts. His lips on my nipples felt amazing. He alternated between breasts, kissing, licking, sucking and a little nibbling.
He released his mouth from my chest, only when I started to unzip my jeans. As I took off my jeans, then panties he quickly removed his clothes.
Naked, I sat on top of him again. His hard cock pressing against my naked skin, inches away from my cunt. I looked down at him, admiring his body. He worked out regularly but wasn't bound by muscles. He was thin, with small but well defined muscles. He didn't have a six pack but his stomach was flat and hairless. He trimmed his pubic hair, that surprised me.
He held on to my waist as I raised my body over his cock. I had been anticipating this for months. As our parents had grown apart, we had grown closer. Spending more and more time together. I didn't realize my feelings for him until one evening when our parents were fighting, we locked ourselves into my room trying ignore everything. We almost kissed that night but didn't. I had tried to forget about that night but I couldn't.
His hands guided his cock between my legs. I felt the tip on my pussy's lips and I almost lost control right there. I lowered myself slowly on to him. His head entered me. Slowly the rest, until he was entirely inside of me. He filled me completely.
