Anna's Game Pt. 02

Time passed in a flash after that weekend at the lake house when Anna had dangled the offer of... well, I'm not exactly sure what, but... More. Summer was a busy time for us both, and we only saw each other twice over the next couple months. The first time, she was friendly and charming, yet she didn't administer even one of her electrifying touches. Anna had never bothered to go out of her way to find ways to make physical contact, preferring to take advantage of opportunities as they presented themselves, so twice I made sure to put myself in her path, only to find she had been drawn off course and into some other conversation. And the next thing I knew, she was giving me a brusque hug goodbye, her hands kept too carefully atop fabric. It was disappointing.

No. It was infuriating. How could she tease me like that and then withhold herself from me like this?? Or was she still punishing me for "making her jealous"? That wouldn't be fair, but it was a possibility... Or maybe she was having second thoughts; maybe she had decided that anything further would be too much, and we should stay just friends... or maybe she just got her rocks off on the power play and fully intended to leave me high and dry with the female equivalent of blue balls. My husband laughed that night when I voiced my speculations about her game.

"Babe, chill. She seemed fine to me, it was just a busy day. I'm sure she didn't mean anything by it, and you'll see her again in a few weeks." I rolled my eyes- obviously he didn't have a clue. Regardless, I decided that whatever game Anna thought she was playing, I was going to turn the tables on it.

The next time I saw Anna was when she invited us to the largest boat party of the summer. Anna and her husband had a small cruiser, and another mutual friend had a similar sized bow rider; between the two, we were looking forward to a day of fun and relaxation with 20 of our friends. The day dawned bright and clear, with the weathermen promising 90F and lots of sun, and I knew I'd have plenty of opportunities to make my move. We left out early to join the massive raft-up: hundreds of boats would be tying together to create a floating Bacchanalia.

The last thing anyone expected was for a massive squall to break out with less than twenty minutes notice. It was absolute chaos; people were still in the water when the dark clouds rolled in, and the hundreds of captains each had to make a snap decision whether they thought it would be a quick blow over that we could ride out, or if they should hurry home before the storm got too bad. Many boats panicked and broke the line without following standard protocols, some running over and cutting anchor lines. The normally orderly lineup turned into a free-floating jumble; many boats couldn't break free of the crush and were rendered immobile.

Contrary to tradition, Anna always captained their boat while her husband played Buoy Boy. That day I understood why: He flew from bow to stern and back, pulling up the anchor and physically fending off surrounding boats pushed at us by the heavy wind. Meanwhile, I saw steel shine through Anna as she steadfastly navigated us out of the chaos, with less than 100ft of visibility in the pouring rain. Yet through it all, she cheerily narrated the highlights of what was happening around us, interspersed with humorous tales of past adventures so that we passengers could almost forget the maelstrom around us...

Obviously our game was the last thing on my mind at this point. Safely back at the dock, we had unpacked the boats and I was making the long walk up to the house when I realized I'd left my phone and wallet behind in the boat's dry storage. Anna's husband was helping carry up the coolers, but I knew she was still at the dock tidying up and could unlock it for me.

At first, I didn't see her; she was sitting on the floor of the cockpit, legs crossed and hands flat on the ground for support, eyes closed while she took ragged breaths in through the nose and out the mouth. An adrenaline hangover, I realized. I gently sat down next to her and put an arm around her as I told her what a fantastic job she did, and reassured her that we are home and safe and it's all OK now. She leaned into me with a sigh of relief, and we sat like that for several minutes before she stirred with a self conscious grin, saying, "Sorry about that..."

"You don't have to apologize for that, silly," I laughed softly, moments before being hit by awareness of the heat of her body against mine. Beneath the Hawaiian Tropic sunscreen, she somehow smelled like a fire-warmed blanket under an autumnal night sky: crisp yet cozy, comfortable in the light, yet an open invitation to explore the mysteries of the dark... My voice fell to the back of my throat as my arm tightened on her shoulder.

"But you do have to apologize for deliberately neglecting me, especially after all that buildup at the cabin," I admonished in a harsh tone. Her eyes widened and she stammered, "I..."

But I already have her pinned to the floor and am taking her mouth with mine. Her tongue greeted mine for a moment as my hand slid over one of those pert breasts of hers. But then she struggled against me and sputtered indignantly, "I told you... husbands..."

"SUBMIT." The growled order came from the dock behind her, where her husband stood watching us. I grinned in triumph as I felt her body become instantly malleable beneath me. Her sea blue eyes went even rounder as my thumb brushed over her hardened tit, and I took her mouth once more, teasing and making her come to heel under me. When I felt her hips start to grind against me, I pulled back. "Na na na. That's enough for you. My husband isn't here, after all..."

"That's not fair!" She pouted, her eyes going cloudy in defiance.

"That's karma," I informed her as I gave her a helping hand up. She snorted once, her irritation giving way to laughter.

"Fine. I guess if I'm going to set rules, I can't go breaking them," she acknowledged ruefully as she brushed herself off. She eyed her husband as he leaned against a support post, arms crossed in front of his broad chest. And I couldn't help but notice his interest straining to make itself known against his swim trunks. My mouth went dry and I swallowed as I realized what a large... interest... he's packing. I'm not exactly sure what to do now that the heat of the moment has passed, so I ask, "Well, what now?"

She doesn't take her eyes off her husband as she answers, "Now, you go up to the condo and pretend nothing happened while I take care of my husband. We'll be up in a bit, and after you've had a chance to... talk... with your husband, perhaps you would like to invite us over so we can get to know each other better, just the four of us?" She pauses to look squarely at me before adding, "Not to swing. Just to play a little." I nod my head, appreciating her directness and that she has removed any pressure of expectations that I am not yet certain I am willing to meet.

Anna and her husband descended into the cabin of the boat while I turned towards the condo. I will own that I paused when I heard Anna's husband say, "You just can't control yourself, can you my little Slut?" He laughed at her indignant protest that she did try to stop me, he saw it!

"Only after you'd gotten a taste... but still, I suppose overall you were a good girl." She squeals as he says Good Girl, and I can practically see him thrusting into her wetness in my mind. I take a shuddering breath as I hurry up the hill to find my own husband.

To Be Continued.