Chapter 29
Wren
I feel a little better the next day. I’m sitting on Briggs’s bed, my sketchpad in my lap and my charcoal in my hand as I doodle some flowers on the paper.
Briggs is sitting at his desk, typing away at his laptop, when he suddenly asks, “Do you have a bathing suit?”
My hand stills on my paper. “Why would I have a bathing suit? You know I can’t swim.”
Briggs turns around in his chair to face me. “That’s fine. Just wear your underwear.”
“I’m not going to another pool party with you, clothed or not,” I say sternly.
“I’m not taking you to another party. I’m taking you to our pool out back so I can teach you how to swim,” he explains.
Shocked, I close my sketchpad and lay it on the nightstand along with my charcoal. “You would do that?”
“I can’t always be there to save your ass, so I better teach you before you drown, and I don’t have anyone to do my homework for me,” he jokes with a grin.
“Homework, huh? I thought you needed me for tormenting? Is that an upgrade or downgrade?”
“Upgrade,” he quips with a wink. “I also need you for sex, of course.”
“I’m sure you could find someone else for that.”
“Do you want me to find someone else?” Briggs catches me by surprise with his question.
“No,” I answer honestly. The thought of Briggs with another girl makes my stomach twist with jealousy. “Would you want me to have sex with someone else?”
He suddenly gets up from his chair and stalks toward me. “You know the answer to that. If someone else touches you, I’ll break every one of their fingers.”
A shudder runs down my spine, knowing that he is not bluffing. I can see the bloodlust in his eyes just talking about it, and I remember his hands around my neck when he thought I was giving someone else a blow job.
“Do you even know how to teach someone to swim?” I say, desperate to change the subject.
“I taught Tia,” he brags proudly, taking a seat on the edge of the mattress.
“What about your dad?” I ask, worried about running into him.
“He isn’t here,” Briggs assures me. “Tia is still at school. We have a couple hours before she gets home.”
“Okay,” I say, though I still feel a bit unsure. Water has always scared me, but maybe that’s only because I can’t swim. Swinging my legs over, I get up from the bed to get my bag of clothes Briggs got for me from the dorm room.
I grab a black bra and matching panties to change into while Briggs goes to his closet. When he returns, he is wearing a pair of dark blue swimming trunks.
“You look delicious in your underwear,” Briggs says, his voice thick with lust, and his eyes filled with hunger.
“You can take them off me tonight,” I offer with a wink.
“Are you trying to seduce me, little bird?” he teases, taking a step closer to me.
“Maybe?” I shrug my shoulders and bat my eyes at him innocently.
He closes the distance between us with two long strides until his chest is pressed up against mine and our faces are only inches apart. He snakes his arms around my waist and gives my ass a squeeze that has me jerking toward him.
“Don’t worry, bird, we’ll play some kinky game tonight, but right now, your cute ass is walking out back, so I can teach you how to swim.” He follows his order up with a little smack on my butt.
“You think my ass is cute?”
“Everything about you is adorable.” He leans down and presses his lips to mine with a gentle kiss before grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the door.
While holding his hand, I follow him down the stairs and toward the back of the house. We make it through a hallway into a sunroom that leads us to the backyard.
Briggs opens the door, and we walk out onto a large deck with a seating area and a hot top.
A few steps down from the deck is a large concrete area with a huge oval pool surrounded by large trees and bushes to make the area private.
It’s just after lunch and the sun is shining from above.
I tilt my head up slightly, using my hand to shield my eyes from the sun, and realize there is not a cloud in sight.
“It’s a beautiful day. Perfect pool weather,” Briggs muses, running his fingers through his short brown hair before pulling me closer to the pool.
As soon as I see the blue water, a knot of doubt forms in my stomach. Briggs must sense my apprehension because he gives my hand a small squeeze.
“We’ll stay in the shallow end, where you can stand until you are more comfortable,” he suggests, making me feel better immediately.
We enter the pool together down some stairs. The water is a comfortable temperature and before I know it, I’m standing in water that reaches up to my chest. The only thing keeping me from panicking is Briggs’s strong hand wrapped around mine tightly, and his promise of not letting me drown.
“All right, I’m gonna hold you up and walk next to you while you practice. That’s how I did it with Tia,” he explains.
I give him a small nod. “Okay, I’m ready.”
Briggs lets go of my hand and places it on my stomach instead. I lean forward, letting my weight rest on his outstretched arm while I kick my legs back and start paddling my arms.
Embarrassment floods me when I realize how stupid I must look right now, but Briggs doesn't seem to care.
“That’s good,” he encourages me while walking me back and forth in the pool. “You are doing so well.”
His hand remains securely pressed against my stomach as I continue to make swimming movements until my muscles start to get tired.
“I think I can try without your hand now,” I say in a moment of confidence.
“Are you sure?”
“No, but you can still let go.”
A few seconds later, Briggs slowly removes his hand. I continue to push my feet and arms through the water while keeping my head above water barely, but I’m doing it. I’m swimming. “Oh my god, I’m swimming!”
Briggs chuckles from behind me. “Yes, you are. I knew you could do it.”
I turn myself around and swim back toward him.
He opens his arms to me, and I swim right into his embrace.
Wrapping my legs around his torso and my arms around his neck, I let him hold me in the water like he did at the pool party.
Only this time, our foreheads are touching, and I’m a million times more comfortable.
“I think you earned yourself a little prize for doing so well,” Briggs murmurs against my lips.
“A prize?” I ask curiously.
Briggs nods and starts walking us to the side of the pool. “I want you to sit on the edge and spread your legs for me.”
Before I can utter a word, he grabs my hips and lifts me up to sit on the edge of the pool. He runs his palms over my thighs until they rest on my knees. He pushes my legs apart, groaning when he sees my pussy only covered by a thin, wet piece of fabric.
“You gave me all your firsts. I think it’s time you get one of mine,” Briggs tells me mysteriously. I have no idea what he is talking about until he uses his finger to push my panties to the side, exposing my pussy to him.
“What are you…” He leans down to run his tongue through my folds. “Oh!” I moan, throwing my head back in pleasure while Briggs keeps licking around my clit, his hot tongue pressing against it in a delicious way.
“You like this, little bird?” he asks between licks.
“Mhhh… yes!” I manage to get out while Briggs sucks on my clit. My hands find the edge of the pool, and I grab it like my life depends on it. My toes curl and my heart races while Briggs eats me like a starving man.
A gust of wind swipes some of my hair into my face, and I’m reminded that we are outside. I suddenly feel exposed and worried that someone might see it. I glance around nervously. “You don’t think anyone can see us, right?”
Briggs grabs my thighs and spreads them apart further.
“No one is going to see us. Now close your eyes and enjoy this,” Briggs orders, and I obliged. Closing my eyes, I concentrate on the feeling between my legs where Briggs continues running his tongue down my slit. He pushes the tip of his tongue into my entrance, making me moan.
I don’t even notice how I push my hips toward his mouth until he chuckles against my sensitive skin. My face heats in embarrassment, but I push the feeling away and let myself feel the pleasure instead. A pleasure that’s steadily rising.
“Oh my god, this feels so good,” I moan, as Briggs comes back to suck my clit until I feel a warmth gathering in my core, and a tingle at the back of my spine tells me I’m about to explode.
And then I do. Arching my back, I orgasm with a strangled moan, grinding my pussy against Briggs’s face shamelessly.
He licks and nibbles on my clit through my release until I slowly come down from my earth-shattering orgasm.
“You taste good when you come on my tongue,” Briggs says, licking his lips clean.
“What did you mean by giving me a first?”
“I’ve never gone down on a girl before,” he admits. “You are my first.”
I let that information sink in and a warm feeling spreads through my chest. I don’t know what is happening between us, but it feels good, feels so right.
“Come here and taste yourself.” He opens his arms, and I place my hands on his shoulders to lower myself back into the water.
He holds me tight as I bring my lips to his in a searing kiss. I open my mouth for him and his tongue finds mine in the next instant. I taste myself on his tongue, making the kiss even more erotic.
We stay like this in the pool for a while, our bodies tangled, our tongues dancing, and for a while, it’s just us two. No one else exists.