We knew it was time to get inside when a jagged bolt of lightning struck in the distance, shaking us from our dreamy state. Giggling at how silly and ...et how intimate our lovemaking had been, we hurried back inside to safety, hand in hand. Even with her hair plastered down to her cheeks and every drop of makeup washed off her face, Tamara was breathtakingly beautiful to me. Her perfect breasts, (again-just perfect to me), bobbed in time with her step and streams of fresh rainwater trickled down. "Mr. Mulino nodded."So what are you bummed about?" I asked."What makes you think I'm bummed?" You just have that look."He sighed. "Just normal frustrations of running a school. Though you're not helping." What did I do? Like I said, I haven't even talked to Mr. Parker in almost a month." Your play." My play? What happened? Did Mr. Parker complain about the pregnant girls?" No, he didn't. And, actually, he was very impressed by what you put together in a month." You're kidding." No, though he. I quickly stripped naked and dived into the river, using the cold water to hold down my rock hard cock and keep it from offending her eyes. I knew that this had to be casual at first, non-threatening, non-sexual. Well, as non-sexual as a moment could be for a girl who had just shaved all the hair off her pussy. She did that for a reason, and I knew it wasn’t just to look good in her bikini. We swam across the river to the opposite bank together. We were both good swimmers, and it didn’t take. We shared a tenderness and a passion. We shared soft laughter and softer touches. We shared everything but our telephone numbers. For a moment I considered asking her for her phone number, but I decided I didn’t need it. Megan would be quick to foist those digits on me the next time I saw her. Too soon, she told me that she had to go. We shared a parting shower to clean away the evidence of our past four hours on the mattress. We actually got clean, although there was another round of getting.