15. Clarry

CLARRY

"Clarry, it's okay. There's nobody there. It's just us." He gave me a reassuring smile from across the water. "It's just you and me."

That was easy for him to say. River was gorgeous and confident and had nothing to be ashamed of. As for me, I might have somehow found the courage to kiss him and let him kiss me. Golly, my head was still spinning. But taking off all my clothes in front of River and whoever else might happen along the riverbank was going to take more than courage. It was going to take a complete abandonment of every insecurity and inhibition I'd ever possessed.

The one thing I had going for me at that moment was the feeling of being completely overwhelmed by everything that had just happened—the fall, my meltdown, my unrehearsed declaration of love, his unrehearsed declaration of love, the kissing, the touching, the sight of River in all his manly glory. It was all unraveling so fast that for all I knew the whole thing was a dream.

Then again, if it was a dream, then what did it matter if I dropped my shorts and bared myself to the world, or more importantly, to River.

Before I could stop myself, I unbuttoned my wet shorts and let them fall.

Quickly I stepped out of them and plodded into the water. My pale body wobbled and my stiff little peen bobbed up and down as I slid a little on the river stones, until soon I was deep enough to let myself splash into the water.

I did it.

I was in the water with my body thankfully submerged, paddling my way over to River who swam up to meet me, taking me in his strong arms.

We glided together, floating so close that our bodies touched, a heat radiating between us in the cool flowing water.

"You okay?" he asked me, a smile on his face.

I nodded, then bit my bottom lip and smiled too. "Are you okay? I said a lot back there."

"And I heard you. I listened to every word of it." He drew me closer, his arms wrapping around my waist beneath the water. "There are things you said that I never wanna hear you say again."

My heart sank to the riverbed. "You never want me to say I'm in love with you again?"

"No! I don't mean that. I meant that I never want you to kick yourself or hate yourself or think of yourself as a burden ever again. You'll never be a burden to me. You'll never waste my time or drain my energy. Don't you get it, Clarry? You do the opposite. You fill me with joy, you lift my spirits, you ease my heart. I'm a better person when I'm with you, because you make me the person I wanna be."

He touched his thumb to my lips, water trickling down my chin.

He kissed me, once, then again .

He slid a hand down my hip and around to the back of my thigh and raised it, wrapping one of my legs around his waist.

I shuddered a breath through our kiss as I felt his thick hard penis rub against mine.

With his other hand he felt his way between us, taking both our manhoods in his large fist.

He squeezed them together and I groaned loudly into his mouth.

My eyelids fluttered and I bit his lip.

He kissed me more ravenously, then began stroking his fist back and forth, our shafts grinding together.

I pulled my lips away to pant, my heart racing.

He seized the opportunity to gnaw gently on my earlobe, kiss my neck, nibble his way down to my shoulder.

I caught my breath as his strokes grew faster.

I took his wet hair in one hand and tangled my fingers through it.

Trembling.

Moaning.

My voice echoing across the water as I suddenly cried out, "River. Oh, River!"

I released all of my bliss, my aching, my love in an orgasm that gushed into the running waters.

A moment later he grunted and bit my shoulder, his body slumping hard against mine as I felt the surge of his abundant seed warm my crotch and swirl around my belly.

Panting, his bite became a soothing kiss.

We remained entwined, like two tangled reeds, and let the water flow around us for what seemed like an eternity.

As the birds sang and the river babbled and the trees bowed in the breeze, we held each other as though neither of us ever wanted to let go.

A strange, wonderful sense of timelessness drifted through the woods; a sense that nothing in the world mattered… nothing but River and me.

I didn't realize it until later, but in that moment, I stopped worrying about anyone stumbling upon us naked in the river. I stopped caring about all the stupid things I'd ever said and done. I stopped listening to the voice of self-doubt in my head and the taunts of schoolyard bullies that kept echoing through the years. I stopped fretting over my weight and my looks and my awkward, geeky ways.

I stopped thinking that I could never be beautiful enough for someone to love…

Because apparently, I was beautiful enough after all.

And that someone was the someone I loved right back.