I swam well, but she swam better, with effortless grace. Her hair streamed behind her. I fell in love there and then.

Each morning I swam out past the rocks and found her there. It wasn’t long before we were in each other’s arms, treading water, kissing, and fondling. Her breasts were small, like mine. Then, with a swirl of her arms, she disappeared, and I felt her mouth on my open slit.

I reached to touch her there too, but her green eyes flashed. And with a slap of her tail fin on the water’s surface, she was gone.