Secrets in The Water

Prologue: Brenna

Everyone is asleep in the beach house except for me. The kitchen counter is littered with red solo cups and plastic shot glasses, and the two other couples that are here staying with us on the island went up to their rooms as soon as the liquor hit their system. They all suddenly had glazed and low eyes, and immediately wanted to get on top of each other, I don't blame them. All we brought on this trip was Tito's and Jack Daniels. Those two liquors do insane things to people. 

I feel the warmth on my face get hotter, and my breathes harder as I walk downstairs to the back door of our condo. But before I walk out...I take another swig of Tito's to relax a little more and enjoy a night swim on the beach. 

I step outside onto the sand, and begin to breath in the salty night air. It's three in the morning and all I can think about is how beautiful the beach is at night, and also how extremely light my body feels. 

I had a lot to drink, just as the other two girls did. They pressured me into cocktails, then shots, then a game of flip cup. The boys all had began drinking since about seven o'clock, and we started later at around nine after we all got ready with our swim outfits and makeup. 

My small bare feet hit the sand with every step I take, and the wind helps to cool off my drunk sweat and I slowly feel my heart beat begin to relax. The beach is beautiful, and quiet. The most beautiful I have ever seen it before, or maybe I just think that because I'm drunk. 

I reach the shoreline, and sit a few feet away from it. Just close enough for my toes to meet the small waves, but far enough for me to sit in the sand and stay dry. Relief washes over me and I become thankful for the quiet moment I have to myself. I drunkenly stare at the dark ocean, then I close my eyes and hear how the waves have their own rhythm, almost as if they aren't even real.

I stand up to remove my dress that covers my bikini. I try to keep my balance as I remove it, I didn't realize that I was so drunk, if I move too fast I'll crash into the sand face first. 

I lay with my back flat against the sand, arms above my head, and feel the dreaded, pool of warmth fill my stomach, and slowly it travels down in between my legs. 

The warmth quickly leaves as I realize that it's just me here on the beach. No one else to comfort, or touch me. The thought of what it would bring me fills me with dread as I look up at the sky, and wish my boyfriend was here. 

I sit up and start to step into the water, before I know it I stop at a depth thats waist deep, and stay there. Dark water at night is dangerous, so I try to not lose control over my body. I shouldn't have drank so much if I knew I wanted to take a night swim. It's one of my favorite things. 

I look around the water and suddenly as I'm turned and facing the ocean, I feel a hand graze my lower back, and move around the front of my stomach, then up to my breast. I freeze. This caught me so off guard, and it probably is just my boyfriend. 

I suddenly feel my jerk and I'm face to face with him. His eyes hungry for me, and his hands are tightly wrapped around my back. I take the sight of him in. Here he is, tall, tan, broad shouldered, and his massive chest and arms are moving up and down with his heavy breathes. 

He slowly begins to feel for my bikini string, and pulls it. My heart is pounding out of my chest. This isn't right, this isn't supposed to be happening out here. Someone could see us. Someone could wake up and see that we are out here at four in the morning. 

My top falls and floats in the still water. My breasts feel the small waves of the ocean, and then suddenly they feel his hands massaging them, both at the same time. The warmth between my legs begins to get hotter, and hotter. I can feel myself spilling into the ocean, and I know it's me because the water isn't hot. I am. 

We begin to passionately kiss, we kiss so hard that we can't breathe. He whispers in my ear "You don't know how long I've been waiting to do this. To get a moment alone with you." I suddenly find myself naked from below, and have my legs wrapped around him. I sit above the water as he's carrying me, since he is over six feet tall, I feel myself get thrown back into the water. 

But he didn't throw me back into the water. He threw me onto him. 

He slipped himself inside of me so easily, his dick is hot, and gets hotter, and hotter with every thrust he gives me. He hold's me above him in the water, and I can't stop myself from moaning. I moan into his mouth and he says "I know your little pussy has always wanted to know what it was like to have my big cock in it baby girl." I cry out more soft moans, and embrace him, kissing his neck, and feeling his soft skin. Me being with him in this moment is everything I've ever imagined, everything I have ever thought it would be. I knew the tension between us would have led to this moment. 

I knew that this was going to happen the entire night. That's why I decided to come out here. That's why I took off my dress. That's why I had my skimpiest bikini on. Because I know he had been watching me the entire night, he had been looking at my body, so much so that he was turned on and had to go adjust himself in the other room. Nobody else noticed, but I did. 

Nobody else notices me. But he does. 

My arms are wrapped around his neck as he grips tightly onto my hip bones with his huge hands, he moves me back and fourth against him, and has my breast in his mouth at the same time. God this is the most amazing sex I've ever had. More amazing than anything I have ever felt.

He asks "I know you're on the pill. You're just a good little girl like that. So small, so obedient. He doesn't appreciate you the way I do." I gasp. I suddenly begin to feel myself pulsating, and orgasm. I climax so hard that I almost lose grip of him. 

Then he feels my pussy pulse, he moans "Fuck Brenna, you feel so fucking good I have to cum in you." He moans, thrusts harder, and suddenly I feel him spill inside of me. 

My drunk-ness washes itself away into the ocean. Reality begins to sink into me, like how the titanic sank when it got hit by the iceberg. I just realize what's happened, what I've just done. 

What have we done. Why did we do that. Even though it felt more amazing than anything I've ever done, I panic, and I begin to swim away. 

"Brenna! Get back here!" He calls out, and swims after me. I feel the sand beneath my feet as I secure my bikini back on. He pulls me back to him by the shore and turns me around to look up to him. 

"What do you want from me? " I cry. "This wasn't supposed to happen. This shouldn't be happening, with you of all people especially. Look at how shitty we are! What kind of people does this make us?" 

He looks at me with his eyes, and all I can get from him, and from this is that he wants me again. "You've always felt it too. You've always known that there was something between us. I know you've seen the way I've looked at you, and I know how you've looked at me. I've always known that it should've been us together ever since that first night I ever talked to you. I saw you first, HE took you from me." 

Tears well in my eyes. I bury my hands in face. I can't tell if what I'm feeling is my pure emotions of guilt, and anxiety, or if I'm beginning to experience my drunk come down. 

"Louie you know it can't be this way. This was a mistake." I manage to croak out in between my tears. 

He looks at me with broken eyes and says one final thing before he walks off back into the house. 

"If this was never supposed to happen, then why did it feel right? Why did it feel like everything fell into place on this trip?" he says. 

I stand there and finally say, "Because you're my boyfriend's fucking best friend who just took advantage of me being drunk tonight."

He freezes. 

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