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and felt the pleasure run down into her groin. She slipped out of her skirt. Her panties were moist and she could see the dark pubic hairs clearly in the wet nylon material. Slowly she stepped out of them and spread them neatly on the bench so that they could dry.
    She wondered what he was thinking. She remembered how hard he had been when they were dancing, so hard that it hurt as he pressed against her mound. Twice she had almost stumbled and fallen as she climaxed during the dance. Each time she wondered if he had known what had happened, but there were no signs that he did.
    She heard him call from outside. “I’m back. Are you coming out?”
    She pressed the light switch, plunging the cabana into darkness, and opened the door. He was spreading some towels on the large chaises near the far end of the pool. He was still dressed, his back toward her. Silently she slipped into the water. He was right, it was warm and soft.
    He turned quickly. “That’s not fair,” he said. “You got in before I could even see you.”
    She laughed. “You’re the one that’s not fair. You’re not even undressed yet.”
    He bent over the table and turned on the portable radio he had brought with him. The music drifted softly across the pool. With his back to her, he undressed quickly, dropping his clothes to the ground, then swiftly he turned and, almost before she could catch a glimpse of him, dived in. He came up on the other side of the pool.
    “How do you like it?” he asked. “Is the water warm enough?”
    “I like it. This is the first time I’ve ever gone skinny dipping. It feels good. Better than when you have a suit on.”
    “That’s what my father says. He says that if nature meant for us to have clothes we would have been born with them.”
    “Your father might be right,” she said. “I just never thought about it.”
    “My father has a lot of peculiar ideas. About everything. He says if people would only learn to be honest with themselves it would be the end of most of the problems in the world.”
    “Are you honest with yourself?” she asked.
    “I try to be.”
    “Do you think you could be honest with me?”
    “I think so.”
    “Why did you bring me here?”
    “I wanted to be alone with you. Why did you come?”
    She didn’t answer. Instead she swam away toward the deep end of the pool. He swam after her. Abruptly she turned under water and came up on the other side of him. He laughed and caught her at the shallow end.
    He held her by the arm. “You didn’t answer my question?”
    Her eyes looked into his. “Because you weren’t being honest with me.”
    “Why do you think I brought you here?” he asked.
    “Because I thought”—she hesitated a moment and then, unable to think of another way to say exactly what she meant, she went on—“you wanted to fuck me.”
    He was startled. “If you thought that why did you come?”
    “Because I wanted you to fuck me.”
    Abruptly he let go of her arm and climbed out of the pool. He picked up a towel and tied it around his waist and made himself a rum and Coke. He sipped it without speaking.
    She rested her arms on the edge of the pool. “Are you angry with me? Did I say anything wrong?”
    He took another swallow of his drink. “Christ, JeriLee, you sound cheap and vulgar.”
    “I’m sorry. I was only trying to be honest. I felt you against me while we were dancing and I thought that was what you wanted.”
    “But girls don’t act like that,” he protested. “You just don’t make it with every guy that gets a hard-on for you.”
    “I don’t.”
    “But the way you talk. What’s a fellow supposed to think?”
    “Is that what you think?”
    “I don’t know what to think. I never had a girl talk like that to me before.”
    Suddenly the warm feeling left her and she was perilously close to tears. She was silent for a moment. When she spoke her voice was calm. “It’s getting late, Walt. I think you better take me home. My parents will be