Sharon guided her white 500 Abarth through the swooping bend and then began to slow down as she came out of it, bringing her speed down low enough for her to make the sharp right turn which brought her off the asphalt and onto the gravel which would bring her down to the lake.
Having called her friend Courtney not twenty minutes ago to tell her that she had a special present for her, Sharon had then gotten behind the wheel of her sporty little car and set off for the same lake where, unbeknownst to Sharon, Jeremy’s aunt Kathryn had been the victim of a very cruel prank many years ago.
To Sharon though, the lake was simply the best watering hole within thirty miles from Hope, with clear water and a nice beach as it lay framed in by the woods.
As her car crawled down the short bit of dirt road which connected the small parking lot by the lake to the main road, Sharon thought back to the present which she had teased Courtney about earlier on by urging her to guess what it was while at the same ensuring her that she would never be able to get it right.
Considering herself to be quite fun loving, though others might call her a slut, Sharon had picked out a present for Sharon from amongst the items sold at her mom’s store. And since that store was called “Petra’s Pleasures” and specialized on things such as naughty lingerie and sex toys, it was apparent even to Sharon that her gift to Courtney was one which should be opened in private, which suited Sharon just fine. Courtney might be her friend, Sharon thought, but she was still one of the most attractive girls she’d ever met.
And if nothing else happened, perhaps it being just the two of them might give her the chance to convince Courtney to finally make up her mind on what to do about her feelings for Jeremy. She hadn’t told Courtney about what had happened between her and Jeremy two months earlier, and was rather hoping that she wouldn’t have to.
“Perhaps I should give them a helping hand,” Sharon smiled to herself as she pulled round the last bend and came out onto the small, gravel-covered parking lot which laid within sight of the lake’s shimmering water.
Frowning to herself upon seeing that another car was already parked there, Sharon had hoped that she would have the lake all to herself. Ever since she was little she had always preferred to go swimming in the nude, even if she had packed some swimwear into the bag which lay on the front passenger seat of her little Italian runabout.
Still, depending on whom it was that was already at the lake, she might yet get the chance to go skinny-dipping.
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