Babette felt her budding boobs braced into his pectoral muscles.

The nipples she knew were crinkled.

But that did not necessarily mean she was sexually aroused.

At least not for Rudolph.

In that instant, Babette thought of Channing Bentley. Wished he were here.

She sure missed him.

She would kiss him.

But not just any dude.

And maybe she would strip too.

If she really adored a guy the way Babette adored Channing, a girl should feel free to have certain privileges of intimacy.

Because he would be like a friend to her too.

And Babette skinny-dipped with Darleene and her other girlfriends.

So why not with Channing?

Babette felt the stretch of Rudolph's slick dong tamping her underneath her rump.

She found herself with legs spread.

Knees hiked up.

Thighs crushed around Rudolph's waist.

Surprise to her.

"Hey, Babette!"

He caressed her neck.

Brought his face into hers.

Babette herky-jerked her head to the side. Rudolph noshed her neck.

She did not resist.

Felt the flame lick up to her ear. Then the tonguetip and the wet breathe inside.

"Oooooh, Rudolph. Stop it."

"Why? You're laughing."

"Cause it tickles."

Babette broke away from him and ducked underneath the water.

Rudolph was right upon her.

Grabbing first her toes.

Holding her by the ankles.

Then crawling up her legs.

Swimming up her backside.

"Jesus. Like, don't rape me or anything. You know I'm just a cocktease."

"Yeah. That's what Darleene said."

"Shit. Fuck you, and Darleene too."

"Don't worry. Darleene's a prickteaser just like you. That slut-bitch act is just that."

"That's what I thought."

Rudolph was calming down a bit, now that he knew Babette was not about to fuck for him. That much Babette could say for Rudolph.