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Kael handed her a beer, then raised a longneck bottle to her own lips.

After twenty minutes of buzzing along a shoreline with humongous stones that had cacti clinging to them, Ambera pulled the boat into a cove lined with relatively new trees, offering the illusion of privacy. It was still early; the hordes of party boats wouldn’t be appearing until sunset. Lake Travis was well loved and used by many.

“Finally, home!” Ambera pointed to the anchor, and Kael grabbed the chain and climbed the bow. She looked back at Ambera, whose eyes had followed her. Ambera’s pink lips were wet and parted slightly, appearing extremely kissable. Kael wanted to ravish her then and there. But waiting it out, refining the tease, often brought just desserts, so she would play it cool.

She dropped anchor, yanked the chain to catch bottom and jumped back into the boat. Ambera unbuttoned her dress, revealing a red and black bikini underneath. Kael slowly let out the breath she’d been unconsciously holding; they were in close proximity for the first time. Kael picked up Ambera’s scent, more sweet than spicy, and then felt the heat her body radiated. She was a few inches taller, her luscious breasts at Kael’s nose, pressed together into a cleavage Kael longed to nuzzle.

Instead, Kael pulled off her T-shirt, dropped her cargo shorts and retrieved the Bain de Soleil from the pocket. She wore a shiny black Ironman one-piece, designed to emphasize muscle and shape.

“Ah, I love the smell of Bain de Soleil… brings back memories,” Ambera said, as she took the tube and began rubbing the gel onto Kael’s well-defined shoulders. “Nineteen. First serious girlfriend. Now she’s an old-school butch living the dream in Indiana, with grandchildren.” Her touch was firm and knowing. She declined when Kael offered to apply the gel on her, instead suggesting they get the floats from the cabinet. She chose a hot-pink float and passed the green to Kael. Both had rope attached.

“We’ll loop the rope through the hooks on the boat.” Ambera tossed her float overboard and gracefully jumped in. She surfaced quickly. “Cold.” She climbed onto her raft and looked up. With her hair slicked back and skin glistening, she looked like a goddess of the sea.

“How about getting my sunglasses and digging out another beer, Daddy-o?” Ambera asked, subtly adjusting her breasts in her bikini.

Kael opened the cooler, pushed a slice of lime into each bottle, then handed sunglasses and a Pacifico down to Ambera. Now she could drop in her float, execute a perfect dive off the stern and situate herself closer. She collected her body into form and dove, barely making a splash.

Kael opened her eyes. The water was an odd hue of blue-green, slightly murky. She was reminded of how un-alive the lake felt, although her body had always loved the lack of gravity and freedom that water, any water, offered. She transformed into a dolphin of sorts, playful—and was glad that Ambera had invited her for a day on the lake. The weeks of chemo were banked in her memory, but deep in her root, she felt the need to connect, to push her hips firmly into a woman’s mons and grind, baby, grind.

When she surfaced, Ambera caught her eye. “Impressive. A butch mermaid,” she said, and laughed. It was nice to be the object of her delight. Kael swam to Ambera’s float. She was lying on her side, her curves silhouetted by the sun. Kael scissor-kicked, bringing her face next to Ambera’s. She kissed her, instantly surprised by the hot energy that flowed through her from that brief lip-lock.

“Hmmm,” was Ambera’s sweet reply before taking a deep drink of Pacifico. “Near perfect day, huh?” Ambera put her beer in the cup holder, lay back, bent one leg provocatively and took in the sun. Ambera knew the art of the tease well.

Kael situated herself on her float, fetched her beer from the stern step and took a long swig. Getting Ambera back in the boat was the best way to get traction and action. She longed to pry Ambera’s thighs apart with her strong hips, take up an ample breast in each hand, and looking into her blue-green eyes, deliver a real kiss. Several kisses. Forever kisses. Down the proverbial throat kisses. Kael quickly finished her beer. “Another?” she asked, holding up her empty bottle.

“Most definitely.” Ambera turned over on her float, her ass nicely curved. Kael popped off the tops and placed the beers on the stern. Again she dove, watching her shadow as she hit the warmish water. She surfaced, retrieved the beers and handed one to Ambera, purposely avoiding her touch.

Kael mounted her float like a pony, gathered the two ropes and tethered them to the boat. They drifted away from each other, slipping into the water to cool off, slowly sipping at their beers. After a while, Kael paddled over to Ambera’s raft, and Ambera reached out and ran her fingers through Kael’s hair, creating spikes, and then caressed her chin. They paused, taking each other in for a steamy moment, the water lapping the only sound.

“Sweet butch,” Ambera said, stroking gently, delivering a calling card to Kael’s cunt. Kael angled in and kissed Ambera’s lips, firm, slightly moist, yet pliant. Ambera’s lipstick added a bit of sticky friction, and Kael leaned in to taste and explore the corners of her mouth.

“You’re completely lovely, you know.” Kael placed her hand on Ambera’s shoulder, and moved it to her left breast, palming it, raising the nipple through the fabric.

Ambera reached for her thin strap and pulled it down, revealing a creamy breast with a rosy nipple, contrasting with her tan line. “Is this what you like, sailor?” she asked, cupping the mound with a manicured hand. Kael answered by moving in and placing her mouth on Ambera’s tit, enjoying its heft and warmth. Excited, she increased the suck, and nearly flipped her raft.

“Want to continue in the boat?” Kael recognized the slur of passion in her voice.

“No, let’s stay in the water. I love just floating here with you.” Ambera’s hand fingered her raft. “But another beer would be sweet, merman. And then, maybe you could dive deep somewhere else.”

Kael took up Ambera’s empty bottle, swam to the boat and hoisted herself up the ladder. She looked around: all was quiet in the cove, unless there was a perv hanging out in one of the surrounding trees. But she was far too turned on to worry about that now. She had to figure out how to take Ambera in the water. To possess her.

She placed the Pacificos on the ladder, dove and swam to the rear of Ambera’s float. Treading with her sturdy legs, she ran her hands up Ambera’s legs and over her soft ass. Ambera removed her shades. Her eyes were curious and smoldering. Then, raising her ass in the air, Ambera slipped her bikini bottom down to her knees. Kael scissor-kicked and glimpsed the curl of Ambera’s labia. Sweet, dark pink, shaved smooth. Must have.

Gripping each side of Ambera’s raft, Kael kicked hard and landed on the lower half, submerging it about four inches. Her face was now neatly planted at the juncture between Ambera’s legs. Kael extended her tongue and sucked in Ambera’s lips, angling for her vaginal tunnel, tasting her. She breathed deep, taking in the scents of salt and musk. Ambera shuddered, reached back and gripped Kael’s hair as her able tongue continued to flick and tug at Ambera’s meaty labia. Her lips engorged with excitement, deepening into rose.

“Nothing like a tongue dance on the lake,” Ambera sighed as Kael increased the pressure and pull, rewarded by the juice sliding from Ambera’s cunt. The water rose and receded as Kael thrust her tongue as deep as she could.

Soon enough, Kael slid Ambera’s bikini bottom down to her ankles, fully exposing her marvelous ass. Kael, treading, turned the raft and sank her teeth into Ambera’s weighty buttcheek, creating a bite mark that quickly faded in the afternoon sun. And then, like a child tempted, she bit again.