It was raining. It was also summer.

“I don’t care if it is raining,” Christabelle told me, annunciating every word. Her glossy lips pulled into an effortless sexy smile that made my heart pump twice as fast. “I’m going swimming.”

Her dainty feet were somewhat large, and each toenail painted a shade of scarlet. They paused at the edge of the pool, rimmed in concrete. From her toes my eyes were guided up her tan legs to her muscular thighs. As Christabelle bent forward to dive, her bikini slid, and I caught a glimpse of her perfectly round buttocks before she gracefully disappeared in the chlorine. When she emerged, her dirty blond hair clung her shoulders, and her heavily lashed brown eyes, more vivid and seductive, invited me to join her. Immediately I jumped, spraying water in the air.

Tiny drops of rain dribbled from her brow to her collarbone, then vanished behind her electric blue bikini top. Noticing my gaze, she untied the strings, and as it floated away, I grasped her shiny waist with hungry hands.