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—Simone—
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“Ready, Simmy?”
My heart lurched and raced a mile a minute, but I nodded. “Yeah. Ready.”
“On the count of three: One. Two.”
“Three,” we both shouted in unison, then stripped from our clothing as fast as we could, revealing our naked forms to the moon.
Leaving our clothes in two jumbled piles just back from the shoreline, we covered our breasts and screeched as we ran into the water. Despite the season being well into spring, the water was cold at night. Chilled splashes from Kasey peppered my bare torso as she splashed beside me, gasping and cursing as much as I was.
“Oh my fuck, it’s cold! You’re such a bad influence,” I panted as my chest submerged.
Kasey dived under then popped up a yard farther from shore. “Fuck, I’m instantly sober. Hurry up and put your head under.”
“I don’t want to!”
Kasey jumped at me. With her hands on my shoulders and her tits in my face, she forced me underwater.
I came up spluttering through uncontrollable laughter. “Your nipple almost poked my eye out!”
She threw her head back and laughed. “Death by nipple; what a way to go!”
“You nearly knocked me out with it!” I exclaimed.
Our combined hysterics echoed across the otherwise quiet and still lake. Without a care in the world, we swam in circles while our bodies adjusted to the dark, chilly water.
Once we quietened down, a deep, blissful sigh left my smile. The tranquility of the lake at night soothed my soul like I didn’t know I needed. There was no sound apart from the gentle lapping of lake-tide on the shore and our leisurely movements through the water. I tread water and looked out toward the middle of the lake, nothing but a blank canvas painted with moonlight stretching as far as the eye could see, surrounded by shadowed, tree-clad hills and a blanket of stars.
I smiled to myself and floated on my back, buoyant and becoming one with the lake.
The minutes stretched out and eventually Kasey floated over to me. “Let’s dock jump.”
“You just want to knock me out with your boobs again,” I sassed.
Kase was curved in all the right places but lean as hell in all the others.
She giggled “Nah. We both know that would hurt way too much. Although, get too close to my nipple again and I’ll make no apologies.”
“You didn’t apologize the first time!” I laughed, swimming after her as she headed for the ladder on the side of the dock.
“Sorry not sorry. Just like I’m sorry not sorry about showing you my ass,” she announced directly before pulling herself up. “Don’t look up.”
I looked up, then slammed a hand over my eyes. “Argh! I looked up.”
“Why the fuck did you look up? I warned you not to.” Kasey crossed her legs and covered her breasts while waiting for me to join her on the dock, and she still hadn’t finished laughing by the time I mimicked her stance.
“I’ve seen your ass too many times, I’m beyond scarred.”
Her arms fell from across her chest and she thrust out her boobs. “Don’t forget these.”
“Nope. I’m out,” I laughed, then launched off the end of the dock, hugging my chest tight and tucking my legs up to prevent my ass getting stung when entering the water.
Kasey’s entry came close to my side, and her head popped up soon after mine.
“You can run, but you can’t escape,” she sang.
“I can escape when you leave town. Can’t wait,” I teased.
We flicked water at each other and fooled around for a while until a car slowly driving into the parking lot had us stilling.
“Oh my god, who’s that?” Kasey hissed.
I squinted against the headlight beams, then blinked at the sudden darkness when they went out. “I dunno. Stay still and quiet. Maybe they won’t notice.”
We held a collective breath as the heavy boot-steps along on dock got closer. A hat-clad head appeared, then a uniformed torso and legs.
“Ladies,” the deep voice announced. “I’m Constable Locklear. I’ve received a complaint about indecent exposure and intoxicated behavior.”
Kasey snorted. “We haven’t seen anything that fits that description, Constable.”
The constable chuckled. “So, if I shine a torch on you both, you’ll be wearing swimsuits?
“Yep,” Kasey declared.
“And the two piles of discarded clothes on the shore don’t belong to either of you?” he pressed.
“Nope,” Kasey announced, while I panicked about being caught naked.
“Please don’t shine the torch on us!”
“Shh, Simone,” Kasey hissed.
Constable Locklear chuckled. “Simone Jamison? Not the way I wanted to meet, but welcome to town.”
“Thanks,” I deadpanned and whacked Kasey’s bobbing shoulder when she snickered.
The attempt to shut her up seemed to stimulate another bad decision. “Actually, Constable Locklear, we’re ticking off some bucket list items—hence why we’re buck-ass naked in the lake—so how are you placed for conducting two arrests?”
“Kasey Quinn, would you shut your goddamn mouth!” I hissed in a high-pitched voice.
Constable Locklear’s rumbling laughter came from above. “That’s a lot of extra paperwork, Miss Quinn.”
“Oh, come on,” Kasey pleaded. “It’ll be textbook. A training opportunity if you will.”
The constable clicked his tongue as if actually considering the insane request, then dropped a bombshell. “If you ladies aren’t on the shore and dressed within two minutes, I’m afraid I’m going to have to arrest you for resisting arrest.”
“Woohoo!” Kasey whooped, while the blood drained from my face.
“Kasey, I live here now. I can’t be causing trouble like this.”
Boot-steps commenced on the boards above us. “Time’s ticking, ladies. I’d start swimming if I were you. I’ll be at my car, getting blankets from the trunk. By the time I’ve found them, I’m assuming you’ll be out and dressed.”
“Yes, sir!” Kasey called. “C’mon, Simmy. Swim faster.”
“You suck, you suck, you fucking suck all the way to hell, Kasey. Worst friend ever!”
Her cackle filled the night. “One day you’ll thank me. Ticking off two bucket list items in one night is epic. That’s a tough score to beat tomorrow.”
I growled and spanked her bare ass as we hurried along the pebbled shore to our jumbled clothing. “At this rate, I won’t be able to show my face in this town ever again. I’ll need to move, and I’ve only just arrived.”
She pished me from within her dress as she pulled it on. “Stop overthinking it. This isn’t the sixteen-hundreds; you’re not going to get publicly shamed down Main Street.”
Nonsensical mutters left my mouth as I tugged on my top. I shook out my underwear while Kasey wriggled hers on, and when I had my little denim shorts fastened, I called out to Constable Locklear.
“All dressed.”
His shadowed figure emerged with two woolen blankets, and once we had ourselves wrapped up warmly, he unhooked a set of handcuffs from his belt.
“Hold out your opposite hands, ladies. You’re under arrest for public disturbance and indecent exposure. You’re looking at spending the night in the cells.”
Despite it all being an act, dread filled my stomach. The urge to escape almost compounded into a panic attack as I slid into the backseat of the patrol car behind Kasey.
I flinched when the door slammed closed. My fingers itched with the need to cut. To feel the slice of the blade against my skin to ease the anxiety.
Kasey linked our fingers and squeezed my hand in reassurance. “Making memories, babe.”
I squeezed back, knowing that we really weren’t in trouble, and it was all a mind-fuck. “I still hate you right now.”
She grinned. “You’re welcome.”
