Jeremy ch2 - Truth or Dare

Please note: All characters in this story are fictitious, any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse any of the activities detailed in this story, some of which are dangerous or illegal.

Please keep in mind the difference between fantasy and reality.

After a few days to think things over, Pam had done her best to put the incident with Jeremy behind her. In all the years she had known Jeremy, nothing even closely resembling this event had occurred. It was a harmless episode that was unlikely to be repeated, she told herself. Which was why she did not hesitate in the slightest the next time the Praters called to ask her to babysit again.

“Are you sure you’re available?” Kate asked over the phone. “I realize this is late notice. I really am sorry. William is out of town this week or otherwise I wouldn’t be bothering you.”

“It’s no bother. Of course it’s all right,” Pam replied. “I can be there in twenty minutes.”

“Thank you, Pam,” Kate said gratefully. “Oh… if it’s not too much trouble, Jeremy has been begging to go swimming in the Fosters pool. They’re away for the summer you see and…” She trailed off.

“I can bring a swimsuit,” Pam said promptly. “I need to get some exercise anyway.”

Twenty minutes later, Pam was carefully parking her rusted, hand-me-down BMW in the Praters' driveway. As she pulled up, she was amused to see Jeremy already waiting for her on the porch. He was wearing his kelly-green swim trunks which didn’t quite fit with the fitted, black polo shirt he was wearing. In addition, he was wearing swim goggles with a snorkel in his mouth and a beach towel wrapped around his neck.

“Hi Pam!” he waved as she got out of the car. “You remembered your swimsuit, right?”

“Cool! I’m going to bring my periscope so I can swim underwater but see above water. Just like a submarine! My mom said we can go over right away once you arrive.”

“Well, hang on,” Pam said doubtfully. “I should probably let them know I’m here.”

Jeremy stuck his head in the house. “Hey mom!” he shouted at the top of his lungs. “Pam’s here! We’re heading to the Fosters to go swimming!”

Pam ducked her head in the doorway. Kate was putting on her jacket. “Hi!” she said cheerfully as Jeremy grabbed her wrist.

“I do!” Pam called over her shoulder as Jeremy dragged her across the yard in the direction of the Fosters house. “Hey, why are your eyes red?” she asked Jeremy.

“Did you try putting on Coppertone?” Pam laughed, remembering the other day. Instead of answering though, he just have her a dirty look. Jeremy was a merciless teaser but hated to be teased himself.

They climbed the marble steps leading to the Foster’s front door. Pam felt like she was going to a museum. She collected the day’s mail as Jeremy unlocked the door. Once inside the house, she deposited it in a basket next to the door before taking a moment to survey her surroundings.

The Fosters lived an opulent life, that much was certain. A grand staircase lined with plush maroon carpet graced the foyer, the dark wooden steps naturally leading the eye to the magnificent crystal chandelier that hung imposingly from the tall ceiling. To her left was a gleaming kitchen, tastefully appointed with dark blue and white tiles, completely spotless like an image from a catalog. To her right was a dining room with tall oak chairs, eight places in all, arranged around a stately dinner table.

The house had an eerie quiet, the kind that signaled no one had occupied it for some time. Pam stood still for a moment, trying to overcome what she knew was an irrational disquiet. Jeremy must have felt it too, because his hand, previously clasped around her wrist, was now gripping her own like a small child. Pam reached for a bank of light switches.

“I think this will help,” she said, flipping a few switches. A flood of light illuminated the rooms, alleviating the dark shadows in the corners. Pam instantly felt less tense.

Jeremy’s hand loosened. “Come on,” he said, his earlier enthusiasm returning. “The pool is this way.”

Pam had visited the Fosters house many times before, but she let Jeremy lead her downstairs. With its pool table and TV area, the basement looked like any other modest basement at first but she knew better. They followed an unassuming hallway past a room piled high with forgotten junk. The faint scent of chlorine was prickling her nostrils now.

At the end of the hallway was a door. Pam slipped through as Jeremy held it open for her. They were in a darkened area but the strong scent of chlorine was unmistakable now. Jeremy found some more light switches. The sudden brightness made Pam blink in surprise.

The sight of a half-size Olympic pool greeted her eyes, the water glimmering in barely perceptible waves. The walls were lined with light blue tiles that contrasted against the clean white tiles of the floor. On the far side of the room, a series of pristine wooden Adirondack chairs were meticulously arranged next to the pool’s edge. A diving board hovered invitingly over the still water at one end of the pool. In the opposite corner of the room, an empty jacuzzi waited.

“I hope the water is nice and warm,” Jeremy said, choosing a bright yellow floatation noodle from a pile of pool toys on the ground. He dipped a toe in the pool. He recoiled with a loud yelp, his voice echoing in the cavernous room. “Gah! It’s freezing! It’s like ice water!”

Pam cautiously put a finger in the water. Jeremy was being a bit melodramatic, but the water definitely had an edge to it. “All right, that is a little cold,” she conceded.

“That doesn’t make sense,” Jeremy said. “Ashton and I were swimming in here last week. It was way warmer than this. Do you think we’ll be able to swim anyway?”

“Maybe,” Pam said, although she wasn’t really listening to him. Her eyes settled on a discreet control box in the corner of the room. Following a hunch, she walked over and examined the bank of flickering lights behind the enclosed panel. “I think the Fosters turned off the heat to the pool when they left,” Pam said after a moment. “Yup, it’s definitely set to off.”

Pam tried to open the clear plastic door. “I can’t,” she reported. “It’s locked.”

“Oh…” Jeremy made a disappointed noise. Frowning, he kicked at the air. “That’s stupid.” He halfheartedly whacked the noodle against the wall a few times before tossing it back onto the pile.

Pam settled into one of the Adirondack chairs. “Well, we could sit in these chairs and pretend it’s summer,” she suggested.

Jeremy scoffed at the idea. “That sounds so boring.” He picked up a bag of brightly colored plastic balls and began to prowl the edge of the poolside. Pam knew she should have known better than to take her eye off of him. Before she realized it, he was taking the balls out and throwing them in the pool where they floated lazily in the water.

“That’s why you shouldn’t be tossing them in the pool,” Pam said, exasperated. “Look, maybe your mom will know where the Fosters keep the key to that control box. We’ll ask her when she gets home tonight and go swimming another time.”

Jeremy, of course, stopped paying attention long ago and had wandered over to the jacuzzi. “Hey, the water in here isn’t cold!” he said triumphantly. “Let’s just swim in there!”

Pam sighed and got out of her chair to join him at the jacuzzi. “Well, you’re right,” she said, testing the water. “That feels about right.” A few feet away from the jacuzzi was a different control panel, one that was smaller and simpler looking than the pool’s control panel. They both went to study it.

“I’ve seen Ashton do this before,” Jeremy said, pressing a few buttons and flipping switches.

“It’s easy. See this turns on the jets,” he said, pressing a large button. The jacuzzi roared to life behind them. “And this dial controls how strong the jets are. And I think this lever is the temperature control.”

“Okay, okay, stop fiddling with it,” Pam said, not trusting him. Jeremy had a tendency to overestimate his abilities.

“All right,” agreed Pam. “It’s not big enough to swim in, obviously, so don’t get your hopes up.”

“Sweet!” Jeremy crowed. When he wasn’t looking, Pam took the opportunity to examine the controls one last time to make sure they weren’t going to be boiled alive. Once she was satisfied, she went to retrieve her duffel bag.

“I’m going to go change into my swimsuit,” she told Jeremy. “I don’t want you to get in the water until I come back. All right?”

There was a small changing room on the opposite end of the pool. Pam briskly hurried to it. Not because she was eager to get in the jacuzzi, but because she didn’t really trust Jeremy to be alone near open water. For a ten year old, he showed remarkably little impulse control. Undressing quickly, Pam pulled on her familiar black halter top and bikini bottom.

She was relieved to find Jeremy dutifully waiting for her when she exited the changing room. He had taken off his shirt and was bouncing impatiently on his heels. “Are you ready? Can I get in now?” Pam nodded. “Oh, it’s really warm now,” Jeremy reported, wading in until the water reached his waist. He lowered himself until only his head was visible above the churning water. “Ahh, that’s nice…” he sighed.

Pam followed suit. The hot water was just the right temperature. Grateful, she sank into the luxuriously inviting water and took a place on the built-in benches under the water, sitting directly opposite of Jeremy. “Mmm!” Pam murmured approvingly. She, too, sank in until the water went up to her chin. “This really is nice.”

Jeremy put on his goggles and snorkel. “I’m going underwater,” he announced. “And I’m going to use my periscope at the same time.” Pam watched as he slid beneath the surface of the water. The black tube of the periscope poked up next. Pam waved at it.

“It didn’t really work,” Jeremy answered with disappointment. “The jacuzzi water is too bubbly so everything looks all hazy. It would be way better in the pool.” He turned his gaze longingly in its direction.

“You can go ahead and swim in there if you want,” Pam told him. “Although I’m pretty sure you’ll die of hypothermia. Your parents might get annoyed with me.”

“Yeah,” Jeremy said dejectedly, not really hearing her joke. He removed his goggles and tossed it on the floor with the snorkel and periscope. “Want to have a contest to see who can hold their breath underwater?” Jeremy suggested.

“Um, not really,” Pam said, leaning her head back. The engineer who designed the jacuzzi had included a thoughtfully padded headrest at strategic points along the tiled edge.

“Want me to get some of those swim noodles?” he asked hopefully. “We could have a swordfight.”

“I’d rather not,” Pam breezily told him. “Can’t we just sit here and enjoy the hot water?”

Jeremy sat silently for a few moments. She could tell he was pouting. “How about Truth or Dare?” he said finally. “Want to play Truth or Dare?”

“Yes, I’ll play Truth or Dare,” Pam agreed without much enthusiasm. Better this than to risk the wrath of a cranky ten year old, she decided. “Why don’t you go first?”

“How about… what’s the name of the girl you have a crush on?” Pam asked.

But Pam could tell by the look on his face that he wasn’t telling the truth. “Jeremy…” she warned. “You have to tell the truth. Or the game’s over, right?”

She could tell he was embarrassed from the way he avoided looking at her. “Maybe you can show me her picture in the yearbook later,” suggested Pam.

“Shut up!” Jeremy said, splashing her with water. He windmilled his arms, creating a rushing torrent of water.

Pam covered her face and giggled. “All right! All right! It’s your turn again!”

He sat down in the water again, clearly annoyed with her. “Truth or dare?” he said

“Ummm…” He thought for a few seconds. “Have you ever farted in public?”

“I don’t know,” Pam shrugged. “I just did it and then walked away really fast.” She could tell Jeremy seemed put out by the fact that she wasn’t embarrassed at it.

“All right,” Pam pondered. “I dare you to… go to the diving board and do a cannonball into the water.”

“You know the rules right?” Pam smirked. “If you deny any truth or dare, then you automatically have to do whatever the person says next. Are you sure you still want a dare?”

Pam pursed her lips in thought. “What was the last big thing you lied to your mom about?” she asked.

“Uh… I told her I brushed my teeth this morning but I really didn’t,” Jeremy said lamely.

Pam rolled her eyes. “Oh, come on. I said a BIG lie. Not something like brushing your teeth. Like something you would have gotten into a lot of trouble for.”

“Oh,” Jeremy said, knitting his brow. He looked at her fearfully. “But I don’t want to tell you that!”

“Do you promise not to tell anyone?” Jeremy demanded. Pam made a zipping motion across her lips. “Well,” he began. “I, um… Ashton and I were snooping in my dad’s closet once and we found a bunch of dirty magazines.”

“So we looked at a few and put them away just as we found them,” Jeremy continued. “But I guess my dad was able to tell someone had been in the closet. Because the next day my mom asked me if we had been in their bedroom.”

“I told her we didn’t go in there, but she didn’t really believe me,” Jeremy said, staring at the water. “So I told her Ashton might have been in there but I wasn’t sure because I was playing videogames the whole time.”

“I don’t think so,” he shook his head. “At least he never told me if my mom called his mom or anything. But she told me we’re not allowed in their room anymore.”

“Huh.” Pam imagined the two boys sneaking into the bedroom and rifling through William’s closet. The thought of him owning any pornography was somewhat amusing since he was so prim and proper. “Did you like looking at those magazines?” Pam asked.

Instead of answering, Jeremy blushed. Unexpectedly, Pam suddenly recalled the events of the other night when she felt Jeremy’s erection pressing against her. There was obviously a whole other side to him she didn’t know about, she realized. Although still a boy, he clearly wasn’t an innocent as she thought he was. The memories of that night came flooding back, along with the accompanying guilt and embarrassment she had felt. Wanting to move on, Pam cleared her throat. “Hey, it’s your turn now,” she reminded him.

“Well, now you have to do whatever I say!” he said triumphantly. “It’s the rules!”

“Okay…” Jeremy said, thinking. “Have you ever… shoplifted anything?”

“Sure did,” Pam nodded. “I had a college friend and we used to go to Target to steal little things.”

“This isn’t fair!” Jeremy pouted. “You’re not even embarrassed at all by this! I hate playing Truth or Dare with you.”

Pam could see he had been pushed to the brink of frustration. She was facing a complete meltdown if she didn’t reel him back. “Okay, okay,” she soothed. “Let’s just calm down a minute. Do you want an extra turn?”

“I dare you to…” Jeremy looked around the room, trying to think of something. “I dare you to go that shower over there and stand under the cold water.”

“What?” she looked to where he was pointing. Behind the row of Adirondack chairs was a shower attachment that she hadn’t noticed. “You want me to take a cold shower?”

He considered her question. “You have to stand under the water for thirty seconds.”

Pam sighed. She knew a tantrum was imminent if she refused. “Five seconds,” she negotiated.

Pam stood up. “I hate you so much,” she grumbled as she got out of the hot water. Still dripping, she walked over the shower area. It was merely a nozzle sticking out of the wall. The shower wasn’t meant for privacy but merely for rinsing off. She glanced back at Jeremy who was impatiently standing in the jacuzzi so he could watch the action.

“I’m going to get you for this!” she shouted back. Pam closed her eyes and turned on the shower. The water from the nozzle felt like fiery droplets on her skin. “Eeek!” she screamed as her spine clenched from the icy water.

“One one-thousand, two one-thousand…” she heard Jeremy chanting in the background. It took him an eternity to reach five one-thousand. She shut off the water and scampered back to the jacuzzi, shivering with cold. Jeremy was laughing at her, but she noticed his eyes weren’t looking at her face. They were fixed on her chest.

The significance dimly registered in her mind, but Pam was too chilled to care. She plunged into the hot water of the jacuzzi, moaning in appreciation at the feel of hot water on the goosebumps of her skin. Jeremy wouldn’t stop laughing though.

“You’re such a brat,” she said, splashing an armful of water at him. “Truth or dare, Jeremy?”

“Is it true your parents would kill you if they found out you were playing Call of Duty?” Pam asked.

“Well, I guess they’d be mad,” Jeremy began, “but I don’t know if… Hey!” His eyes were wide as saucers. “Are you going to tell on me?”

“I don’t know,” Pam said. She tried to be smug, but it was hard because she was still shivering from the cold shower.

“Don’t tell them,” Jeremy begged. “It’s so fun! I don’t want them to take it away. I’ll do a dare instead! How about that? I’ll take a dare!”

“I dare you to… go dip your head in the pool.” Pam crossed her arms and submerged herself under the water, desperately trying to warm up. When she came back up, she was treated to a deliciously sour expression on Jeremy’s face. “What’s it going to be?” she taunted him. “Would you rather get your head cold for a little bit? Or never play Call of Duty again?”

Wordlessly, Jeremy got out of the jacuzzi. Glaring at her one last time, he laid down at the edge of the pool with just his head hanging over the side. Pam saw him hesitate a moment before dunking his head. She laughed at the sight of his limbs wincing. His hair and face dripping cold water, Jeremy scrambled to his feet and ran back to the jacuzzi.

“Gah! Blah!” he shouted. He plunged back into his place across from her. “That was so cold! I’m dying!” Like Pam, he submerged himself underwater in a desperate attempt to warm up.

“O-okay,” Jeremy said without protest. “That really sucked. Let’s never do it again.”

“Isn’t that the whole point of truth or dare though?” Pam asked. “To get the other person to say or do something they normally wouldn’t?”

“I guess so,” Jeremy answered. Their eyes met for a moment. “Um, truth or dare, Pam?”

“I’m going to trust you,” Pam said, against her better judgment. “Dare.”

“Uh… I dare you to…” his voice was so inaudible that Pam couldn’t even hear him.

Jeremy spoke so rapidly that it took her a moment to process it. Once she did, Pam was stunned, then ashamed. Stunned because this ten year old boy was basically propositioning her. And ashamed because part of her wanted to do it. She instantly recalled the forbidden thrill that gripped her when she felt his hardness poking her that night.

“Take my top off…” Pam repeated slowly. The only sound in the cavernous room was the dull roar of the jacuzzi motor. What was the harm really, a small voice reasoned in Pam’s head. Jeremy had probably seen much worse in his dad’s magazine collection. Plus, the swirling water of the jacuzzi would obscure his view anyway.

“You promise not to tell anyone, right?” Pam asked him. Her voice was a little shaky. Jeremy nodded solemnly. Pam scooted lower until the roiling water came past her chin, just below her nose. She criss-crossed her arms until her fingers found the elastic spandex of her black halter top.

“This why they call it Truth or Dare…” she thought to herself. Throwing caution to the wind, Pam pulled off her top, all the while being careful to keep her shoulders underwater. She carefully pulled the swim top past her head. Freeing it from her disentangled hair, Pam set her halter on the white tile floor. Then she settled back, looking across the jacuzzi to where Jeremy was quietly sitting.

His gaze had been locked on her but he looked away when she made eye contact. She could tell from his expression that he hadn’t really expected her to take the dare. “Well, that was easy,” she told him lightly. Pam was doing her best to remain calm but the truth was she could feel her knees quaking underwater. This was crazy! She felt like she was in middle school again, nervously crushing on a boy and doing anything to get his attention.

“Um, so it’s your turn I guess,” Jeremy said nonchalantly. She saw him peeking at her blurry, underwater form.

“Jeremy, I dare you to…” Pam hesitated a moment. Was this going too far? “I dare you to take your swim bottoms off.”

“Why not?” Pam asked. “I had to take my top off. It’s only fair, isn’t it?” He looked at her for a moment, his eyes flicking from her face to her indistinct chest under the water. He was too young, Pam realized, to be discreet about checking out a girl.

“You can’t see anything underwater since the jacuzzi jets are running,” Pam pointed out. She saw him mentally wrestle with her comment. Finally giving in, Jeremy blushed a little redder and began pulling at his trunks. Since most of his body was submerged, it seemed like he was merely pantomiming the act of undressing but his bright kelly green swim trunks soon joined her black halter at the jacuzzi’s edge.

“See, that wasn’t so hard. Was it?” Pam said, trying to keep the mood light. As if right on cue, the jacuzzi jets turned off the minute the words left her mouth. The room was plunged into a loud silence. More importantly, however, the jacuzzi water instantly calmed and became… transparent.

Jeremy was openly staring at her breasts. “Oops!” Pam said. An instinctive modesty compelled her to cover herself with her hands. In his shock of seeing her exposed, Jeremy had apparently forgotten that he himself was naked. Through the shimmering water, Pam could clearly see what was between Jeremy’s legs.

Perhaps he felt the weight of her gaze. “Oh!” he said with embarrassment, cupping a hand to his crotch. Had he caught her peeking? Or had he been so mesmerized by the sight of her breasts that he didn’t notice her own furtive glances? Pam thought it was the latter but she wasn’t sure.

“Oops,” Pam said again. Still holding her breasts, she glanced over at the jacuzzi control panel. “I guess the jets were on a timer.” They sat in an awkward silence for a bit. Clearly, Pam thought ruefully, she hadn’t really been thinking ahead when she took off her top. Across from her, she saw Jeremy shifting in his seat, nervous but also with a silly grin on his face. Aside from his hand covering himself, she could see everything from his smooth, boyish chest to his gangly limbs.

For some reason, Pam found these words made her chagrined. “Oh, you mean you want me to sit up like this?” So saying, Pam sat up from the water and casually stretched her hands alongside the jacuzzi edge, making a T with her arms. The water lapped at her waistline. She could feel her nipples getting hard from the cool air. Her breasts dripping water, Pam looked at Jeremy with a relaxed defiance.

Pam could hardly believe she was doing this, exposing herself to a ten year old boy. But… what the hell, she thought. “Truth or dare, Jeremy?” she asked softly.

“Huh?” he said. He was torn between looking at her face when she talked and looking somewhere else. “I don’t know…. Um, dare, I guess.”

“I dare you to go turn on the jacuzzi jets again,” Pam told him, her heart racing as she said it. Would he really do it?

Jeremy’s eyes flicked to her breasts again. “Well… okay,” he said slowly. He carefully stood up, still keeping his hands at his crotch. He moved sideways, doing his best not to moon her, as he tried to get out of the jacuzzi. Realizing it was impossible without his hands, Jeremy quickly grasped the tiled edge and pulled himself out.

He glanced at Pam to see if she was watching. His ears got a little redder when he saw she was. Jeremy hurried to the control panel, giving her a view of his slim legs and ass. His hips were perfectly straight, perfectly boyish. Guiltily, Pam found herself intrigued. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn’t stop looking.

Jeremy fiddled with the dials for a moment. The starter button for the jacuzzi motor was a large, spring-loaded button and she saw him straining against it with one hand since his other still hid his crotch. Realizing he didn’t have enough strength with one hand, Jeremy reluctantly gave in and used both to press the button. Pam could cleanly see his profile now, including the small erection that was protruding unmistakably from his midsection.

The jacuzzi roared back to life. Returning both hands to his crotch, Jeremy darted back to the jacuzzi where he awkwardly hopped into the water. He settled into his usual spot across from Pam, giving her another view of his graceful swimmer’s body. Even though the translucent water now effectively obscured his lower body, Jeremy still kept his hands between his legs to hide himself.

“Thank you, Jeremy,” Pam told him. She hadn’t moved an inch. Her upper torso was still well above the roiling water and her hands rested informally on the tiled edge of the jacuzzi. Deep down, Pam knew she should move back under the water or, ideally, put her top back on. But part of her enjoyed the attention from Jeremy. She wondered what he was thinking.

“Are you getting hungry?” Pam asked. “We should go back to your house for dinner soon… I suppose.” She let the last two words hang in the air to see if Jeremy would pick up on it.

“I dare you to…” Jeremy’s eyes flicked from her breast to her face, then to her breasts again. She could see him screwing up the courage.

“I dare you to… let me touch your boobs,” Jeremy said, looking at his hands.

Pam swallowed hard. “All right,” she said softly. Jeremy stood up and slowly moved through the water. He hadn’t even come close yet but Pam found her heart racing wildly. Despite the noise of the jacuzzi jets, she could hear the pounding rush of blood through her veins.

Jeremy was tall enough that his midsection was just barely concealed by the bubbling water when he stood in the jacuzzi. As such, he kept his hands over his crotch until he was standing directly in front of her. Pam held her breath as they both remained motionless for a moment. With an embarrassed uncertainty, Jeremy reached out with one hand.

His touch was so electric that Pam flinched. It was just one hand at first, tentatively caressing the gentle curve of one breast before moving on to the next. She felt a rush of blood between her legs as the young boy clumsily fondled her. “You… you can use both hands,” Pam ventured. “If you want…”

An expression of consternation crossed his face. His other hand still protectively cupped his crotch in a desperate attempt at modesty. But the conflicted appeal of using both hands was clear. Another tingle of excitement ran up her spine as Jeremy began touching her with both hands. He was shy at first, merely cupping her breasts, experimentally feeling their weight in his small hands. He soon grew bolder, however, and began tracing his fingers across her darkened nipples, taking the time to squeeze the hardened points of flesh between his thumb and forefinger.

Pam was overwhelmed. On the one hand she had never felt so incredibly aroused. On the other hand, she felt a niggling sense of conscience over letting a ten year old boy touch her like this. Now that his hands were occupied, there was nothing he could do to be modest. The bubbling water of the jacuzzi wasn’t high enough to obscure him now. His scrotum, just barely breaking the water’s surface, was nothing more than a hairless globe of wrinkled skin crowned by a penis that was a lovely shade of pink and no larger than her pinkie. But undeniably erect.

She suddenly remembered the other night when she felt it pressing against her backside. The memory triggered another cascade of excitement. Pam was both enchanted and ashamed by how her body was responding as Jeremy continued to explore her breasts. Even though the lower half of her body was submerged, she could tell it wasn’t just the jacuzzi water that made her wet now.

Feeling dizzy, Pam groped for words. “Um, okay Jeremy…” she said, trailing off. She actually had no idea what to say next, but Jeremy apparently took her words as a request to stop. He stopped touching her, although he made no move to cover himself up now. They looked at each other for a minute. Pam realized he was looking at her for direction.

“I guess… I guess we should get dressed,” Pam said with uncertainty. “Right?”

“Okay,” Jeremy nodded. He hoisted himself out of the water, giving her another view of his backside. Pam observed him out of the corner of her eye as he retrieved his swim trunks and pulled them on. Pam found her black halter and dressed herself with shaky hands. She was only partially facing away from Jeremy but she could feel him staring at her.

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