Cherish wiped more water from her nose and features. Once they were face to face, she naturally started a conversation with him as the water rippled over their shoulders, “It’s nice right?! It feels so good! I love coming here.” She said smiling broadly.
Even though he felt they were under a microscope, this was one of the only times he could be close to her without the kids. His hand landed on the thick side of her hip under the water, “And? How do you like your suit? Better than the other space wasters?” He questioned victoriously.
She lowered her face to stare into his. A soft, flirtatious, smirk appeared across her features. Just what was he trying to pull? Licking a bit of water, Cherish cleared her throat reaching around and grabbing a hold of his wrist. Gently, she lifted his touch to her back to keep the peace. She bit her bottom lip and leaned her head back with the sun on her face. This was a half ass attempt to keep from staring at him in front of their parents.
In a moment of weakness, Simon’s stare slowly drifted lower towards her bulbous breasts. She looked incredible. “I really, really like it.” He murmured.
Cherish blatantly watched his dazed expression. She waited a few moments before speaking, “I think I can tell.”
He was caught and he quickly flicked his gaze upward and towards the sky. He tried not to move his lips while he muttered, “Any man alive would love it. Let’s just say that.”
Cherish was flattered, embarrassed, and she loved what he said. That showed plain as day on her face with how she tried to hold back her smile. Losing confidence, she quickly changed the subject, “You were right. A quality bathing suit is better. It hasn’t ridden up once and I really like the way it feels.” She agreed before dunking her head under again. Appearing in front of him a moment later, she began to laugh at herself because her wild mane of hair stuck to her face, neck, and shoulders. Cherish tugged a hair tie from her wrist and pulled her hair into a high, messy bun of curls, “Damnit.” She huffed out.
Raising a brow, Simon was glad she could admit he was right. He seemed far too pleased with himself, “So, you’ll listen to what I have to say about shopping?” He asked with a played-up smile.
With one eye closed, Cherish gave him a smug expression that fought against his suggestion, “I always listen to you, Simon. But, you know, that I know, that we know, It’s not going to hap—MMMPH!”
Simon knew her answer which prompted him to splash her face with a massive wave of water. Laughing out, he frantically swam away from fear of what he was in for when the gauntlet was thrown.
Pausing, Cherish stood there in brief shock. Her nostrils burned as she sputtered water from her face, “You…bastard. GET OVER HERE!” She called out hoarsely. Unable to open her eyes, she took a wrong step and the floor slipped away from her footing. Once again, she was caught off guard and she disappeared beneath the water. Pushing her feet off the bottom of the pool, she popped over the surface again coughing and laughing.
Margaret exited the house and approached her husband with a glass of lemonade. She’d already caught onto her son and husband’s ridiculous reactions. Rolling her eyes, she softly patted Simon Sr. on the shoulder, “At least put the cigarette back in your mouth.” She muttered to him. Stepping down the steps, she pointed to Simon and Cherish. She gave her husband a thumbs up before returning to the children; taking her dear, sweet time to finish.
Simon Sr. glanced over his wife’s body as he reached down and picked up the cigarette. He didn’t know what their son had told her, but she was walking on air and he could tell. That was fine with him because he watched her behind with a smirk. A heat radiated in his eyes as he tilted his head, “Hey, hon.” He started.
Margaret backed out of the house in response to his call only to see, from the look in his eyes, he was being himself.
Perverted.
He broke into a grin, “Walk a little slower, won’t you?”
Narrowing her eyes at him playfully, she then patted her behind for him to see before she hurried inside and shut the door. Jasmine and Jr.’s delighted squeals emitted from within because there was grandma to give them another snack. A watered-down Kool-Aid twister was added to their cups. Anything was amazing to those munchkins.
Simon was hysterical with laughter. Rough housing was always his favorite kind of fun. He waded in her direction and held onto her arm. He made sure she stayed afloat until she caught her breath. He was almost in tears from how hard he laughed at her. He rubbed against her back, “D-do you need some help swimming, Cherish? H-how about walking? Crawling?” He asked through panted breaths.
She flicked her gaze at Simon, “Simon! How dare you?!” She cried with a fake gasp.
Rolling his lips in, he began to wade deeper. He hooked his arm around her waist and towed her around with him. Using the moment to get closer, Simon lifted Cherish in his arms and hauled her up.
She wrapped an arm around his shoulders and kicked her legs beside him. Too busy laughing, she had no idea what came while she focused not to aspirate anymore. That is, until she looked up and saw his devious expression.
Simon grinned at her,
