Came to rest on his flat stomach.

"Cute," she said.

"Cute?"

"Yeah. Bouncy rhythm."

The chopped guitar chords wrenched Rudolph's song forward, underpinned by a loping bass line. There was a drum part laying down a tight pulse, supplied by a tinny percussion machine.

"But it's the words, Babette. You should listen to the lyrics. They're important."

"I can't understand any of them. That you singing by any chance, Rudolph?"

"Yeah. And all the instruments, too."

"It's good, Rudolph. I do wish I could hear the words more clearly."

"I can tell them to you."

"No good without the music."

"I'll sing along."

"I have to get ready for rehearsal now."

"But you said we could go in. Dive in for a swim. Just for a minute."

"Last one in sucks guitar picks!"

Babette broke into a sprint.

Rudolph lurched behind her, opening the tops of his jeans. He shoved the denim pants down over his ass, stood up in his underpants.

Babette sliced into the water, barely creating a splash. Her ass bobbed up.

Then her head.

She hooked her neck around just in time to see Rudolph tumbling through the air.

His chest muscles bulging. A ranginess to his hair. A roughness to his limbs.

As he straightened out his body in flight, through the fly of his underpants the tip of his penis came into sight. By the time Rudolph lanced into the water, Babette had gotten a glimpse of the entire length of his long curved meat.

Erect cock.

Thick and neat.

"No, Rudolph."

He came up to the surface of the water between her legs. Babette grabbed out to keep from falling over backward.

Automatically, she squeezed his back.

Bringing him close in to her chest.

Hard.

"Oh, Rudolph."

"What? You grabbed me."

"But I didn't mean it that way."