Chapter 51

She wore oversized sunglasses and had her natural, cornsilk blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her blue thong bikini was visible as she floated through the water toward me as I sat on the edge of the pool. My cock was hanging out of my swim trunks, waiting for her, and she eagerly swam up and took it in her mouth.

I sat on the couch and stroked myself as I watched. I remembered this trip. We had rented a beautiful house in the Texas Hill Country for her twenty-third birthday. We swam and fucked all weekend. Seeing her on the computer screen, adoringly sucking my cock, made me wonder what she was doing today. Right now. It had been two years since she had gone to rehab. An eight ball a day was never going to work out well for her. Her personality was so addictive. Based on her Instagram, she spent her time focused on dogs and yoga, throwing herself into them and sober living as enthusiastically as she had into our four-year affair. Relationship wasn't quite the right word.