Whatever Happens

“Hey, hey! Oh my god, seriously?”

“Why are you like this?”

“You love it.”

“My eyeliner probably looks like shit now, thanks to you.”

“Yeah, a little bit. Who cares? Just you and me out here.”

Just you and me, how it always is. How is it that, despite my best efforts, and despite the fact that we’ve dated and broken up, we still spend most weekends together?

We were never going to be the world’s most stable couple, but there’s a reason we like spending so much together. There’s a connection between us I don’t think I’ve ever had with anyone else before.

“I can’t believe your apartment building has a pool. This is such an upgrade from your last place.”

“Yeah.”

“I’m so glad we left that party. It was total shit. And you weren’t being a very good wingman.”

“What?! You were the one who was supposed to be my wingman tonight!”

“Well, whatever, it doesn’t matter. Everyone there was either boring or taken. Neither of us was going to get laid.”

You smile at me from the corner of your mouth. God, I know that look.

I usually never stay friends with my exes, but you and I just can’t seem to stay away from each other. We broke up two months ago, but we still go out almost every weekend, still send each other thirst traps to drool over. And… sometimes… still hook up.

Dating you for eight months was… a whirlwind.

It was a lot of fun in the beginning. The sexual chemistry was insane, like nothing I’ve ever experienced with any of my other partners before. We could never keep our hands off of each other. I think I had more sex in the last year than… ever. But… I dunno. We’re just two very different people. I’m just glad it was a mutual decision to break up.

“Are you… thinking of calling in your backup plan?”

“Mmm, are you offering?”

Your hand touches my thigh underwater. Your fingers slide upwards and tickle the edge of my bathing suit bottoms.

I lick my bottom lip and hold back a moan. I want to at least try not to sound desperate.

“Maybe…”

Your fingers press lightly against my swimsuit bottoms, right over my clit.

“Have you ever had sex in a pool?”

“No. This would be another first with you…”

You press a little harder against me. My legs would probably be jelly if they were actually holding my weight right now.

“What do you think? Gonna let me make you cum right here? Where anyone could see or hear us?”

“You’re so bad.”

“And you’re not?”

I don’t want to answer. I can think of better ways to stop your teasing.

You taste salty, a little sweet. The scent of chlorine hangs all over both of us.

You push me up against the cool cement of the pool wall and your tongue massages mine.

You push my bottoms down to my knees. The heat of the water is a shock against my pussy.

You let one finger slide ever so slowly between my folds.

Your finger drifts up to my clit… drawing slow, soft circles around it.

You gently slide your finger inside. You’re going so slow… so gentle… just teasing me with these little touches…

“You always open so easy for me.”

“’Cause you’re incredible with your fingers…”

“’Cause I know exactly… what you like…”

You slip another finger inside of me and slowly pump them in and out. You curl them up against my g-spot, rubbing the pads of your fingers up against that sensitive spot you know so well…

“Ohhh… fuck.”

“You like that?”

“Y-yeah, yeah… keep going…”

I slip my hands around the back of your neck, pulling you in closer to me. Your body feels warm and slick beneath the water.

“You want me to touch your clit, don’t you?”

“Ohh, yeah, touch my clit…”

“Take your top off.”

“Wh—here? What if someone… comes out…?”

“Mmm, it’s definitely a possibility.”

Everything with you always has to be a thrill. Always has to be dangerous in some way. You’ve taught me so much about letting go… not worrying so much…

“You better tell me if someone’s coming. I’ll be so mad at you if we get caught.”

“Don’t worry, I got you. I’ll keep watch.”

“Oh… god… That feels so good… Bite my nipple.”

You rub your thumb over my right nipple while your mouth puckers around my left.

“Mmm, good girl. Keep moaning for me.”

Your fingers drift away from my clit and back down to my pussy.

“Fuck me with two…”

“Sorry? What was that? I don’t think I heard.”

“Don’t—don’t be mean, come on— ”

“Ask me nicely.”

“Beg for it.”

“Fuck, please, please, fuck me—”

“That’s it… you know I love to hear you beg.”

You push a third finger in and fuck me, hard.

“You’re so fucking hot.”

“You’re so tight, squeezing my fucking fingers…”

“That’s it, fuck, you’re so…”

“Ah—ah—right there, don’t stop…!”

“Yeah? Hitting that special spot? Tell me how it feels.”

“Ohhh… good, it’s… oh my god, it’s good, keep going… ”

“Ride my fingers, baby, keep riding them…”

“Think you can you touch me too? You got me so wet right now, watching you riding my fingers…”

“Ohhh, god, yeah, let me feel. Let me feel how wet you are…”

“God, yes, fuck me nice and fast. You know just how I like it.”

“You’re so warm… so fucking wet…”

“R-right on my clit, right there… ohhhh, yeah, yeah…”

“Getting close? Gonna cum all over my fingers?”

“I—ah! Yes, I’m so… I’m close…”

“Keep going then, get me there. Let’s cum together.”

“Ah! Just like that, keep—yes! Keep going…”

“Wait, baby, hold on…”

“No, please—”

“Just a little, just hold on a little more for me. Keep rubbing me, in those tight little circles. Just like that, that’s it.”

“Please, I need—more, please make me cum, I can’t…”

I keep my hand moving, ignoring the ache in my muscles.

“Fuck!”

“Come on, fuck me, cum with me, please, please…”

“Yes, baby, that’s—like that! I’m gonna—”

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck—”

“Oh my…”

“See? Didn’t get caught.”

“Yeah, thank god. These people are my neighbors, you know.”

“I didn’t think you’d actually go for it. You can’t deny that it was really, really hot though.”

“Yeah…”

I look over at you as you wrap a towel around your waist and shake out your hair. Whatever this is between us, dating or not, I really love it.

“Come inside and we can shower.”

“Is this gonna be a sleepover?”

“Play your cards right and I might let you sleep in my bed.”

“Hey. You glad you didn’t find anyone to go home with at that party?”

“Yeah. You?”

“Yeah.”