[Sunlight glinted against wrinkles in the lake's surface.]

Sunlight glinted against wrinkles in the lake's surface. Arrowlike wake pointed to the location of the responsible party. She lay halfway submerged on her back, drifting naked with eyes closed and hands pillowed under her head and a little smile stuck to her face. Her hair trailed down and wimpled in the undercurrent, a diffuse cloud of a hundred pink locks caressing one another. She cracked open an eyelid to peek out at Hiro who was sat in shallower water near the shore watching her, and he quickly averted his gaze. With a gentle movement of her leg she altered her course and he pretended not to notice as she floated into him. A stubby horn prodded him in the thigh. Her hair tickled him below the water. The after action report he was filling out battled for his attention but began to lose rapidly to the girl in his peripheral vision.

	Darling~?

He glanced uncertainly at her and it was enough of a reply.

	Why won't you swim with me?
	Because there are things to do.
	There will always be things to do. Besides, what if I drown?

She submerged her head and blew bubbles up toward the surface that partially hid her grin. Refracted eddies of sunlight winked into and out of existence all down the contours of her body. Hiro sighed then pocketed his holotab and leaned down to address her.

	Then I'll perform CPR. You really like this place, huh?

02 broke the surface and laid her head between his legs, which made him flinch. As she licked the lakewater off her teeth her tongue formed a mobile swell beneath her closed lips. I do, she said with eyes that were transfixed on him. It feels good here.
He felt himself harden.
In moments he found himself on the shore laid down with 02 straddling him. Her hair hung like a privacy curtain around their heads, veiling their kiss. She fumbled at his swimtrunks for a moment then gave up and rolled the two of them over. Hiro sat staring at her breasts till she beckoned him down onto her, and he went, flattening her chest between them as he sought out her mouth again. Below she hooked her toes into his waistband and neatly shucked his undergarments.

One of her hands latched onto his erection reflexively but then she released it, hand frozen like she'd touched a live wire. For the first time Hiro saw uncertainty in her eyes and he kissed her again to make them shut, blindly grinding himself against her womanhood. When her eyes reopened they only returned to the half lidded position, purged of hesistance and filled with lust. The world spun in a blur behind her as they rolled back to their original position. She laid down onto him and smooshed their faces together with crude unaimed affection.

02's hands roamed across Hiro indiscriminately, getting the lay of his body. His own were buried in her hair. Once when he ran his fingers exploratorily over her horns she shivered in his arms and he mentally noted them as a point of interest.
With all hands spoken for nothing but hope guided the attempts below. She flared her hips to give clearance and then swung down onto him. His penis glanced off angle and slid throbbing into the waterslick crevice of her bottom. His head jerked hard enough to dent the loam it was rested on. 02 quirked a brow and brought back a hand to sandwich him securely between her cheeks.

The kiss was broken so that she could survey his face as she repeated the maneuver. With excruciating slowness she did so, her eyes attentively drinking in his reaction. Emerald irises seemed to look into his soul like the lenses of a telescope. When she reached bottom and stopped moving he took a breath of relief but leaned up momentarily to see what she was doing. She let his penis fall away from her and drew up in preparation. It stood exposed to the air, rhythmically smacking her on her hindquarters and drooling sex with short muscular twitches of arousal. When she took it in hand to guide it she paused briefly, delicate fingers roaming across shaft and head with spontaneous intrigue. Once satisfied she set her forehead against Hiro's and took a deep breath. Then she pressed his glans against her entrance, pressured open her vulva and forcefully hilted herself on him.

Somewhere far beyond the ape brain that occupied the forefront of his current thinking, Hiro faintly perceived a moment of resistance that registered as 02's maidenhead breaking. She barely seemed to notice it herself except that her breath hitched in time with its rupture. Suffocating tightness devoured him up till not a single millimeter of void space remained between their conjoined bodies. As she began to move they endeavored to eliminate it wherever else it existed. A tight embrace and feverlike nuzzling and kissing and caressing. Their bodies pressed together compulsively as if to attempt to melt into one another. Each time 02 swung up her hips to give way for another stroke the delay before she slammed back down became lower, and the time spent hilted became longer, as if she could not bear for them to be apart even for that small interval of time. Scant millimeters of shaft glid out from her then disappeared into the vicelike grip of her body again and again.

Hiro's hands cupped the cheeks of her bottom and rows of goosebumped pale flesh rose in the gaps between his sunken digits. His head lolled around in intoxicated stupor, alternatively hovering at face side to return his partner's showered kisses or buried in the nook of her neck.
At intervals she would brush his hair out of his eyes to look at them better. Her own hair was draped around them at all sides, filaments of cotton candy that blotted out the exterior world. He halfway forgot where he was, as if his peripheral senses had been disabled to make room for the sensory inferno encompassing his genitals. A bead of moisture that was not lakewater spilled around his hip and merged with the silt. 02 pulled up to straddle him again. His arms met the end of their reach and slid away from her butt, and she took them and repositioned them on her thighs. Her tousled hair partially hid her flushed face.

	You can look now.

Hiro squinted up at her searchingly then followed her eyes to her breasts. They jiggled buoyantly as she crossed her arms.

	You were staring before and I stopped you. So, go ahead and look.

She glanced off to the side sheepishly. Hiro distantly felt himself wrap his arms around her waist and dip her forward, gently depositing her against the soil. Her hair spilled out in every direction behind her head and glistened pink like a halo of femininity. Roll over, he said.
Stunned silence was her reply. He started to do it himself and she followed through, one cheek rested against a clod of grass. Two cheeks stared up at Hiro. He inserted his thumbs and spread them open and maneuvered his manhood into place against her entrance. Then he lurched forward to embed himself inside her.

If the previous position had been intimacy, this was sex. Together they produced sounds that were obscene and dissonant against the birdsong that echoed across the lake. He brought the head of his penis so far back that it peeked out from her vulva and then came forward again, producing a wet clap as his hips met her backside and a delayed mewl of liquid pleasure from the girl below. Her legs squirmed restlessly against each other which generated alternating pressure along the hemispheres of his shaft. He clasped his hands around her shoulders and shoved her down into his next thrust. Her legs curled back and he felt the heels of her feet touch him from behind. Between thumb and forefinger he rubbed one of her horns and it made her shoulders jerk.

In what dim consciousness remained he saw her back arch electrically, her knees splay together and her body tremble against his. Her walls clamped down spasmodically against him with terrible milking thirst. Feeling dizzy he lowered himself onto her back and wrapped an arm around her waist and obliged her desire, utterly sheathing himself inside of her. The molten arousal pooled in Hiro's groin exploded and he began to evacuate the contents of his testicles into 02. The point of their mating formed what must have been an airtight seam, her backside molded flush into the contours of his groin. The product of weeks of pent up lust flowed into her in ropes until he was twitching dry within her, still rutting himself into her with grinding pressure long past the point his reserves had run out. Finally he collapsed and the two of them lay together breathing heavily with their hands intertwined.

	I didn't say you could do *that*. But... I'll forgive you just this once.