She kissed him and he loved it
They continued to swim, but Jethro kept giving her some space. He doesn't want what happened to repeat again. Soon, Stacey began to master it.
"Let's take some rest." Jethro said, and they sat at the edge of the pool.
"How about your girlfriend? I heard you guys arguing. What was the problem all about?" Stacey asked Jethro. She thought it was an opportunity to ask him.
"It's just a small misunderstanding. I don't want to talk about it. We are good now." Jethro replied.
"Alright, if you say so." Stacey said. "Let me practice what you taught me."
"Are you sure? Let me help you." Jethro offered, and she refused. "No, I don't want you to help me, okay? I want to try it on my own."
Jethro raised his eyebrow, slightly confused. It was too early to let her swim alone, but he reluctantly agreed to let her try. Stacey took a deep breath and pushed off from the side of the pool.
Right inside the pool, she began to paddle with her arms. However, she quickly realized that she was struggling to keep on.
She began to panic when she felt herself sinking beneath the surface of the water. But instead of calling out for help, Stacey decided to take a drastic measure. She had been longing to kiss Jethro, to feel his lips on hers, and this was the perfect way of making it happen.
She let herself sink into the water and pretended to lose consciousness, hoping that Jethro would come to her rescue and administer mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. It was a risky move, but she was desperate to get close to him, to feel his lips on hers.
Jethro, who was oblivious to Stacey's plan, saw her struggling and immediately swam out to rescue her. He grabbed hold of her and pulled her to the surface, shouting, "Stacey, Stacey, can you hear me?" But she remained still. Her eyes were closed, and her body was limp.
She was hearing him, but she didn't want to move. She continued to pretend to be unconscious.
Jethro became scared and worried when he realized that she might be in serious trouble. He knelt behind her and began to press on her chest, trying to revive her. He made sure that his hand was not close to her breast to avoid being accused of sexual assault.
Though as he did, he couldn't help but notice the way her bra was clinging to her breasts. As he pressed down on her chest, her breasts seemed to be calling out for attention, dangling and swaying with each movement.
Jethro tried to focus on the task at hand. He couldn't let himself get distracted by Stacey's body, not when she was lying there unresponsive. He gritted his teeth, trying to concentrate on the rhythm of the chest compressions, to save Stacey's life without letting his hormones get the better of him.
After about forty seconds, he called Stacey again, but she didn't respond. She hasn't gotten what she wanted. She was waiting for him to do the needful, give her mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.
Jethro tried again, but there was no response. Finally, he decided to administer mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. He was scared, but he had to do it to save her life.
Just as his lips touched hers, Stacey's eyes flickered open, and she felt a rush of excitement. This was all she had been waiting for. To feel his lips.
She had never felt so alive, so connected to another person. She took the risk, and it worth it. His lips felt so adorable. She didn't know when she wrapped her arms around Jethro's head, holding him in place, and deepened the kiss.
Jethro, who was taken aback by the sudden movement, was caught off guard. At this moment, his body seemed to respond on its own. For a moment, he forgot his task.
Yes, his plan was to give her mouth-to-mouth resuscitation and revive her, not kiss her. But when she responded and kissed him, something sparked within him, and he felt himself getting lost in the moment. It was as if he was trapped. He has realized that she has woken up, that she was practically kissing him, but he couldn't break it.
At that moment, he had forgotten that she was his sister's best friend. All he knew was that they were kissing, and it felt incredible.