In the early night after their brief meeting with Clyde, Wendy could hardly wait to get into "her" refreshing swimming pool that she had cleaned and considered ready for romance. Having worked most of the day about the yard, she yearned for relaxation and enjoyment. Jeremy was eagerly waiting for her, sitting on the edge of the shallow end with his legs in the shimmering blue water, and when she approached the opposite end and also sat down, both smiled in approval at each other's appearance. Wearing nothing but swim trunks made him look more slender and masculine to her, with every feature of his sinewy muscles visible. He thus only seemed like a cardboard poster model, even when dressed in professional attire; the naked truth was very appealing before her.
Wendy was also very attractive to any man, but having married within the past three years, she was ostentatious about her beauty just to him but dressed for the occasion. Instead of letting her shoulder-length hair hang loose, she wore a shiny skintight rubber swim cap on her head of the same color, lavender, as the one-piece swimsuit that molded to her shapely body. The expression on his face convinced her that she had chosen the sporty attire well.
Jeremy put on his goggles and watched her take a deep breath before quietly entering the water. He did the same, and both of them swam underwater to join each other in the middle of the rectangular body of water. He could clearly see her eyes squinting at him from behind the large oval lenses of her glasses, and she smiled warmly when her came up close and took her arms. She further emitted a pleasing bubbly grunt as he tugged her against him, where he delivered a long heart-throbbing kiss amidst the surrounding weightlessness. Seconds later, they let themselves bob upward to the surface while mutually gazing amorously at each other.
They swam to the side of the pool after replenishing their air, and he continued to admire her closely. "You look so cute with those goggles on," she acknowledged.
"So, do you with those on too, baldy," he replied, almost laughing. "You think that I'm as clear to you without goggles?"
"Oh, pretty well, dear," she said. "Especially from within three feet or so. A few natural imperfections are better in different places."
"The swim cap isn't natural. Nice floral pattern though."
"I know that, silly! I don't want to cut my hair for just this purpose, knowing how you prefer it long. Sooooo?"
"I like the framed eyes and smile much better anyway," he commented. "Glad you model underwater just for me. Clyde would be intrigued."
"No way!" she quickly replied. "He's weird and talks strange. Did you notice how he called me 'the female' today?"
"Sure, like you're some kind of specimen."
"What do you think, honey?" she challenged.
"Very special and unique. Gorgeous and bubbly underwater for sure too. Good enough?"
"Good enough, this time."
"Clyde would pelt you with as many adjectives too."
"Maybe," she said and turned into him to whisper, "but I'll never figure him out. He acts schizophrenic sometimes."
"That's why many people who have encountered him give him the nickname of 'colorful Clyde.' He has many mechanical talents too. Be darned if I could know where he got his education from."
"If it was up to me, I'd call him kinky Clyde, something of a sort manufactured. Could you figure out why he comes to tell us that Shawnee Springs will be open this weekend, despite the storm damage, and then acts like he doesn't want us to go? You know, the cold water and the ways he looked."
"I saw that, but he's acted that way three or four times before to us. Other than being nosy, I believe he means good."
"But my feminine intuition tells me that he means well for some kind of mysterious purpose, creepy at times."
"Explain." he retorted and looked at her more seriously, with interest.
"He gives me the feeling of always being watched, like he'd come out of the trees over there and in a put on way say, 'hope I'm not intruding. Just saw both of you underwater there and thought you would need help at something.' You know? It's like he's in everybody's business superficially, especially if they are new to the area and visit Shawnee Springs often -- like me."
"Did he ever threaten or bother you there?"
"N-no, but during the tourist season, he's always managing people there, telling them where and where not to go as an 'expert.' He doesn't own the place."
"He could be just more of an outgoing people person compared to us, Wendy. From what I know, he has not been around here a long time either."
"I . . . don't know. That 'sixth sense' tells me he's either hiding something or there's more to himself than we think. His emotions seem so put on. What do you think? Feel like a lab rat?"
Jeremy returned a sly smile at her and replied, "Hardly. I think that you better take a deep breath of air and hold it."
"Why? Oh, no! Jeremy!"
He quickly put his large hand onto her smooth head firm and pushed her down. She barely had enough time to suck in a breath of air, and her hand slipped from the wet edge of the smooth cement pool border, to leave her in his power for an effective dunking. He watched her exhale much of her air below the surface while squinting up at him. With less buoyancy and more coordination, she also surprised him by quickly taking his forearms and pulling him down. Then, their blissful escapade continued on, fantasies fulfilled.
Wendy saw the blurred image of his handsome square-shaped face smiling at her and started tickling him abruptly along the sides of his unsteady form. He grunted loud in return and squirmed away while exhaling forcefully, until he had to ascend again. At the surface, he swiftly readied himself for more of her playful antics, but there was none. She emerged into view next, giggled, and said, "Pretty ticklish, honey?"
"You minx! You're in a feisty mood tonight, aren't you?"
Wendy giggled more and further enticed him. "Well? What are you going to do about it? Your rope, tape, and plastic wrap are in the house now. Too bad."
"That stuff will come later, sweetheart, but this will come right now," he said with confidence, and raised his hands while wiggling his fingers. He knew well how sensitive she was in the water.
Jeremy quickly disappeared below the surface and listened to her emit a short jovial scream when he took a hold of her bobbing curvaceous body on each side and pulled it down into his arms. In the illumination of the underwater pool light nearby, he saw her beautiful face showing eager anxiety of his impending intimate actions. She closed her eyes behind the big nerdy glasses as he drew her close and uttered an audible pleasurable moan as his caressing hands slowly moved down her lovely form to stimulate its most delicate sensitive parts. While they did, she tilted her head back, tightened her embrace, and brought her tingling long legs up against his to indicate an intense desire for more. He delivered, and their minds became aloof with sheer ecstasy.
Amidst their blazing passion, he watched her gleaming bubbles rapidly emerge from her nose as she slowly, steadily exhaled and felt himself sink ever deeper beneath the surface in equal love with her. Near the smooth bottom of the pool, she opened her eyes halfway and rounded her soft lips at him. He understood well and pressed his lips firm against hers, while feeling her heart wildly pounding against his chest. Afterward, she maintained a squinting gaze and lip-synched the words "I love you." He held the sides of her pretty face for a few more seconds in admiration, and just as he was about to give her a generous physical reply, everything all about went black.
Both of them noisily exhaled their remaining air in surprise and quickly kicked back up to the surface. They treaded water and as he stripped off his goggles, she loudly asked, "What happened, honey?"
"Don't know," he replied and shook his head in disgust, no longer aroused.
His voice sounded faint and distorted a little through the snug swim cap, and after moving to the side again and getting out of the pool, she also saw the lights in the house out. Only when they were drying themselves with towels did they notice the terrifying extent of the anomaly. Everything was also absolutely quiet, as if something sound-absorbing was in the night air. Furthermore, nothing about except them appeared to be moving: no trees, birds, insects, or other things. The sudden eerie circumstances frightened her more.
Wendy approached and put an arm around him before the now-dark "inkwell." He was peering up at the very starry sky through the nearby towering pines, and she whispered, "What do you see?"
Both of them heard a very faint sizzling sound behind the canopy after she removed her latex cap. When they turned about, the stars themselves disappeared, and she stifled a scream. The distant reliable beacons of light that gave the night its familiarity were gone! He trembled violently as his eyes widened, and she finally breathed, "What did that?"
His head jerked. "Hell if I know, and I don't want to find out."
The atmosphere of relaxation and passion had turned to one of dreadful fear, and they remained froze in their steps, not knowing what to do or what would occur next. He held her hand tighter and whispered, "I'm here, Wendy."
The sizzling noise became louder, resembling a distant swarm of bees, and after another half a minute, a crackling that passed by them overhead above the trees. He dropped to his knees, as she wrapped both of her arms tight around him, and screamed his name again -- much louder. A strong gust of wind promptly blew hard through the area and against them shortly. They turned away from it, peering down at the cement to shield their faces and protect themselves from any possible flying debris. However, it diminished as fast as it arrived, and only when it was completely quiet again did the lights in the pool, the house, and even sky come back on. Then, both of them breathed a big sigh of relief and nevertheless fled into their home with much haste.
Continued to Pt. 4.