Mary-Lou had her own private little pool down by the river. She'd found it quite by accident when she was a young teenager. The spring floods had cut across a corner of the river, changing the course slightly, and a deep hidden pool had formed amongst a copse of trees. Mary-Lou had been after a turkey that had vanished into the trees and had found the new pool by falling into it.
Extricating herself, Mary-Lou had examined the new pool and resolved to keep its existence a secret. She now had a place she could go to swim and bathe without being spied on by various people of the male persuasion, which Mary-Lou considered a great advantage.
It was a hot day, a few weeks after her eighteenth birthday, and Mary-Lou was feeling hot, sweaty and generally grotty. The ideal state in which to visit a nice pool and take some time to get cool and clean. Grabbing a towel, Mary-Lou vanished into the woods.
Stripping off, Mary-Lou dived into the cold water, gasping from the shock. Deciding first things first, Mary-Lou bathed herself and washed her hair. Finally feeling clean and relaxed she disported herself in the pool, diving, swimming and floating.
It was while she was peacefully floating that things went wrong. One moment she was at peace with the world, the next. . .
"My, my. Look at you -- all pink and white and wet," came a drawling voice. A drawling male voice. And her on her back, displaying everything. Suddenly, the use of bathers seemed like a good idea. A pity it wasn't an idea she'd had earlier.
Mary-Lou twisted frantically over, getting her feet under her. About to stand, it dawned on her that would just mean showing off all her attributes again, but in an upright position. Deciding discretion was called for she crouched in the water, just her head visible.
Frigging Chris! How the hell had he found her? What was he doing here anyway?
"What are you doing here?" demanded Mary-Lou. "Don't bother answering. Just go away."
She could see that Chris was plainly laughing at her and it infuriated her. She was also a little disconcerted to see Chris starting to strip off.
"What do you think you're doing?" Mary-Lou asked again, this time deciding she wanted an answer. "You can't come in here while I'm here."
"I came down for a swim and a bath," explained Chris. "You're just a bonus. But one I've been meaning to catch up with for a couple of weeks now."
"Well, you can't swim here," snapped Mary-Lou. "Go down to the river. And what do you mean, I'm a bonus?"
"Actually, if you'll stop to think about it I've more right here than you have," pointed out Chris. "The pool's on our land, not yours. I've been bathing here for years now. Just never at the same time as you, apparently."
"I didn't think your family believed in bathing," muttered Mary-Lou, blushing when she realised from the smirk on Chris's face that he'd heard her anyway.
"They don't as a rule," admitted Chris, "but I enjoy it. And look at the extra delight I've found due to this habit."
Mary-Lou swallowed and looked determinedly elsewhere as Chris's trousers came down. As soon as he was in the water she was out of there, and she didn't care if he did get an eyeful as she departed.
"You can look now," came Chris's derisive comment, and Mary-Lou swung baleful eyes towards him.
"Bastard," she hissed, red of face and looking elsewhere again, acutely conscious now of Chris's erection.
"Back to your question as to what I meant about you being a bonus," drawled Chris, "It's really quite simple. You're eighteen and still a virgin and it's time to fix that little detail."
A flick of her eyes showed that Chris was now in the water and decently covered, or as covered as he could be by clear water. Mary-Lou turned to face him, keeping her eyes on his face.
"How the hell would you know if I'm a virgin?" she snapped. "I have two older brothers you know."
"I know, and I explained to them very carefully what would happen to them if you weren't a virgin when I came to collect you," said Chris.
Mary-Lou blinked at that. She had honestly expected to have to fight off those two deviates she called brothers, and had been surprised that they'd not only kept their hands to themselves but had actively fended off a couple of their groping friends.
"And they listened to you?" she asked, doubt plain in her voice.
"I believe that when I explained it to them I might have had Mike's testicles in one hand and a very sharp knife in the other," said Chris with a smirk. "It concentrated his mind on what I was saying wonderfully well. I hardly had to cut him at all. One little nick and they were both most agreeable to my demands."
Mary-Lou wished she could have seen that scene, preferably with her hand on the knife. She couldn't knock the results. However, Chris's presumption was something else again.
"That's all very well but, as far as I'm concerned, irrelevant to me. I'm not sleeping with you. End of story."
Her firm statement was met with a derisive laugh.
"For a start, I haven't asked you to sleep with me and have no intention of doing so. What I want doesn't concern sleeping, unless you fall asleep from exhaustion afterwards. What is going to happen is I'm going to help you get rid of your virginity. And you may notice I'm not asking. I'm telling you. Your agreement or lack thereof is irrelevant to me."
With a twinge of dismay, coupled with another twinge that felt disgustingly like excitement, Mary-Lou found that Chris had been moving closer and was standing right next to her without her having noticed him coming closer.
Discretion was called for, Mary-Lou decided, and dived past Chris, heading for the bank. Once out of the water she could dodge him in the woods easily. She hoped. Not that it mattered, she promptly found. Chris moved with her and his arm closed around her waist, lifting her easily. He then headed towards the bank, ignoring her squealing and struggling.
Reaching the bank, Mary-Lou found herself dumped onto her towel. All nicely spread out to receive her, she noted. She hadn't done that. Did that swine think of everything?
"If you try to touch me," snapped Mary-Lou, glowering up at him (trying to ignore his erection while she did so), "I'll scream."
"I wish you wouldn't," sighed Chris. "If you scream then your father or brothers might come. Your brothers will want to watch and your father will want to charge me. Much easier if you just keep it low key for now."
Mary-Lou glared at Chris, but had to admit that he was probably correct, knowing her kin. However, she did have another option.