She leans back with a smile like she could do no wrong, kicking the bubbling water up in the air with a flick of her ankle. Her eyes never leave mine, or at least it feels that way. Coming to me or running away is all the same. Every time I look at her she's there, smiling, eyes wide as the moon.
The Girl Next Door crosses and uncrosses her legs in the jacuzzi making sure to flick water at my face with every motion. When I tell her to stop she mock pouts and says that I should be nicer to her. “You can't even swim,” she says, splashing the water with her hands and trying to look demure. “What if you started drowning? You'd need me to save you.
I grunt some response and she seems pleased with herself that she got any kind of reaction at all. She arches her chest and shows off her breasts in the bikini top and then winks when she catches me looking. I tell her that I only looked because she was trying to get me to. “I only tried to get you to look so I could catch you,” she tells me.