Her amused quip alerted him to the fact that he was going nowhere. He looked back to see her standing upright, her head and shoulders above the water. She affected boredom, giving an ostentatious yawn for maximum effect. In truth, she was loving it, though. She could feel his spunky, silly energy, and it did something inside her again.
“H…Holy shit…” he exclaimed, seeing how easily she restrained him.
Oh, she loved that even more. “Since when did you ever swear?”
“Since you turned into a … a…”
“A what?”
She never got her answer. Her friend doubled over beneath the water and attacked him at her most ticklish point, where her outer thighs joined to her hips!
Howling, she fell back into the water as the pesky fish slipped away. But she wasn’t out for long. “YOU JUST POKED THE BEAR!”
His look of fright might have been half-real, for all she knew. She stopped trying to swim and resorted to big, sweeping strides as she followed him to the shallow end of the pool, feeling like some lumbering beast rising from the depths to hunt her quarry. Her chest was out of the water; now her stomach; now to her waist. LOL! Amir, still up to his shoulders, flopped and floundered all about, throwing himself left then lunging right, trying his best to escape her. But her long, loping strides made it laughably easy for her to keep up.
Penning him into a corner, he made one last, ill-conceived lunge toward the deep end. She had but to dip her arms in the water and come up with a handful of Amir.
“Gotcha,” she exulted, her eyes sparkling down at her friend helplessly trapped in her arms.