At The Waterfall II

“We should go.” Adam said, as we lounged around near the borderlines of the clear water. We must have been lying down there, holding each other for more than twenty minutes, after the third round of sex we had in the water. It was terrific.

He was staring at me even as he began to trail his fingers on my arm, then down to the curve of my naked buttocks. I chuckled.

“Why are you laughing?” Amusement danced in his eyes. He knew why I was chuckling.

“Well, you mentioned that we had to go, but here you are, playing with my buttocks. Do you want to go again? I mean..you know…” I was sputtering now, and Adam was laughing out loud without remorse, obviously humored by my clumsy avoidance of calling the f word or just sex.

Even though every last shred of shyness had disappeared during our string of lovemaking earlier, I was still feeling abashed, my cheeks red, when it came to saying the word to him.

There was also a freeness to Adam’s activities, like a burden has been released from his s