Let’s Jump Off the Deep End

Savannah

I have been truly terrified maybe five times in my entire life. Now, I’m sure you know I’ve done some crazy dares along with my everyday insanity.

I have jumped off houses, buildings, I have dived into the unknown more than I should necessarily.

The difference between a physical jump and an emotional one is either me being fine, or the art of shitting bricks.

I naturally would go feet first into hell or whatever else I am up to. It’s something that’s never really bothered me. It was always something that either worked or it didn’t, but either way it was over.

Mental jumping is something you can’t walk away from. You can’t leave the scene of the crime and you can’t get the hurt parts casted.

I read this article about the person who defuses bombs on the SWAT team. They were asked how much pressure are they under, and the guy said he wasn’t.

He said he was either right or it wasn’t his problem anymore.

I would like to say something cool like that when I’m asked why I find myself at the edge and ready to jump.

But the truth is, I’m just a hotheaded, reckless goddess with a chip on my shoulder, a crown on my head, and a thorn in my side.

That’s it.

I can’t simplify it to anything less than that.

Damon held onto me for the next two rounds where I pleased Percy’s ~Fraidy Cat~ worry and used my last two truths.

The list going,

~How many guys have I fucked.~

~How many and who have I given head to.~

~How many times have I fingered myself.~

~And who is the one person ever in existence would I fuck.~

Now, you know the answers to the first two.

The last two, I gave a short and honest answer of: “Too many times to keep track. I killed a whole spring break once with just my clit sucker and my schedule free.”

My last answer being Slash.

I would sell my left lung to ride that man at any age.

When it came time for me to accept a dare, I could hear Percy’s heart start to pound in his chest. If I’m being honest, I did warrant that type of response. I have done some fun dares.

When Brady dared me to jump from the Fire Falls, I didn’t know what it was exactly but I was down for it.

Percy nearly passed out. I thought I would have to use my knockout juice on him.

Growing up, Percy only got suckered into my crazy choices on account of him being an old man afraid of falling and breaking his hip.

I think he might, hand to God, might be a sixty-year-old man in a seventeen-year-old’s body.

I love him. Always have, always will, but my poor Piglet is scared of everything. While I am a ~no hells bells, balls to the wall, all or nothing, forget about tomorrow I live in the now~ type person.

“I accept, quick question, though, what is a fire fall and where is it?”

Damon’s warm hand on my lower back, he places his body closer to me like he has been doing at any interaction we have been getting.

We know what’s on the table tonight.

Finishing what we started in the backyard.

I did sex prep all night. I am as smooth as a baby seal. I shaved from shin to chin, then exfoliated, lotioned, and made sure my bra and panties matched.

Tonight, we're banging it out.

We are getting it in.

We're fucking tonight.

I am having sex with Damon.

His balls will be to my walls? I don’t know, I think it works.

“The Fire Falls, a waterfall that drops into part of the lake. Nobody has jumped off it in like ten years. That guy jumped and broke his neck.”

Percy starts to hyperventilate.

“Percy, breathe. I’m not going to willingly jump if it’s a straight shot to death. I like playing in his yard but not on his doorstep.”

I thread my hand through his blond, shaggy waves and ease him back from Mt. Freakout.

“You’re going to do it. I know you. I know the falls, I know you’re going to jump.”

He breathes hard, looking at the floor.

“Well, there’s a chance I won’t. And if I do, I’ll be fine. I can swim. Everything’s good, Piglet.” I lift him up to look at me and make sure he sees my serious stare.

With a reluctant nod, he gives the sign to go ahead.

We all leave the boat, back down the ramp, and take off down a dirt path up a trail that leads to the Fire Falls.

Damon and Percy at each of my sides while I talk shit to Brady. I talk him into ending the game at this last dare. We both jump or whoever does is the winner.

I have a matter to see to: the matter of my vagina and Damon’s dick.

It’s a matter near and dear to my heart.

I take it very seriously.

Climbing up to the peak of the falls, I look over the ledge down to the bottom.

The sound of the water’s current wandering by, the smell of the trees and the open water surround us.

It looks like a straight shot to a good, deep section of the lake. But it’s also dark as fuck with nothing but a handful of stars to give off any light.

“Alright Brady, you wanna go first? Or at the same time?”

I lift my earring out, my bracelet, and secure my ponytail.

“I, uh… I don’t know…that’s a forty-foot drop.”

He scrapes his hand down the back of his neck and looks a sickly green even from under the blanket of the night.

“You wussin’ out, Brady?”

I snap the button on my shorts, letting them slip down and pool at my ankles.

With Damon behind me and a clear view of my ass, I bend over at the waist. Pulling out my inner Elle Woods, I do a ~bend and snap~ to retrieve my shorts. Folding them slowly, I hand them to Percy.

I act like I can’t ~feel~ Damon eye-fucking me.

His eyes are like magnetic sinkholes that my ass is getting pulled into.

“No! No, I’m not. I just think maybe we should pick something else. Or whatever.”

My cap sleeves unravel at my shoulders. The tug at the bottom has it peeled off my upper half. Exposing the matching set I made sure to wear for Damon.

The strapless bra and strappy, open-sectioned-style panties play peek-a-boo with my milky skin. The navy-blue color looks black out here.

I hand my shirt to Percy and walk to the edge for one more look.

“Either jump or lose, Brady boy.”

I walk back, strutting with a seductive toss of my hips to help my ass sway from side to side like the pull of the ocean waves.

Graceful and charming.

Mysterious and taunting.

Damon is eating me up—his hand over his dick is doing nothing to hide the pitched tent he is sporting for me.

“I…I’ll go after you.” He chickens out.

A soft laugh and I take my runner's position.

“When I get back, I expect my money.”

I poke at him, knowing he will not jump. I’ve been here too many times not to know a scared fuckboy when I see one.

“Savannah, are you sure?”

I nod out a ~yes~ and tell Percy it’s going to be fine.

I’ll be okay.

The sound of Damon’s zipper coming down is like the sound only dogs can hear—the high-pitched frequency speaking out to my vagina.

“What are you doing?” My eyes trained in on the removal of his pants and the puddle of his other clothes beside him.

Moonpie taking the black vest he wears every day to hold it off the ground.

“I’m with you, Shortcake.”

The shine that is reflected by the stars’ white glow off his black hair makes it look like he has ink-infused smoke instead of strands of hair, that he keeps styled off his face.

He steps beside me, his hands scorching the flesh under the taut, hard touch of his wide palms.

My heart feels like it’s a Shrinky Dink and has landed the tiny colored capsule in the right amount of water to spring to life.

My heart swells with…I don’t even know.

Pride? Adoration? Fondness? Strong likeness? Desire?

The answer is D: all of the above.

~The answer is D…for Damon.~

“Angel. That’s sweet, but…you don’t need to do this. I’m the one under the dare. Nobody has ever jumped with me before. It’s alright, I’ll be okay, really.”

His chest to mine, his tattoos like secret stories painted across his skin for me to read every line and know every word.

His dark eyes matching the sky above us.

The way he holds me to him.

It’s everything.

“You jump. I jump.”

He says it like it means nothing, just a thing we do from time to time, but it isn’t.

It means more. He doesn’t have to say it in depth for me to hear it.

I can hear him when he says nothing at all.

I jumped first when it came to meeting him.

I did it again when it came to fighting him.

And again when I crossed a line to push us past enemies.

I jumped head first when it came to moving us to the gray area of being ~together~.

And here we are again, taking a jump.

But what he doesn’t know is, nobody.

NOBODY.

Has ever ~jumped with~ me.

Yet here this gorgeous man is, in nothing but a pair of evergreen briefs, a boner and a matching soul, ready and willing to dive off the deep end.

My lips to his, my heart beating like a battle drum in my chest and my heart like it’s on crack, I tell him my truth.

“If you jump with me, you’re mine. From here on out, officially. Labels and the whole nine. You, Damon Henley, will be mine.”

My eyes closed and my honesty fanning its delicious delectables to his lips, I play chicken with myself.

When I feel his cock jab my belly button, I look up at the demonic Angel I am locked into an intimate embrace with and feel the air strike my lungs.

The ear to ear smile on his face is mesmerizing to witness, let alone be the recipient of.

“Ready for me, Shortcake?”

He pulls away, taking his rightful place at my side.

My hand out, I braid our fingers together to be hand-in-hand.

Lined up together, we share a look of lovers.

Our hearts on fire for one another.

“Abs-so-fucking-lutly, my Angel.”

Our grip tightens and we pull closer, now linked not only with our hands but an invisible thread to twist and tangle us up, to bind us together.

“One,” I whisper from my heart of hearts.

…

“Two,” he adds from the flames that are set on cooking us alive.

…

“THREE!” we holler out as one, each of our steps sync up as we race to the edge.

With the heels of our feet pushing from the earthy ledge, we fly off the ground and soar into the air.

~Like Lovebirds maybe?~

Gravity hooking its claws to our free-falling forms to wrestle us back down.

The rush of the air twirling its playful caress over every cell in our bodies.

The dunk into the chilly water bubbles up to cocoon us in its liquid cushion.

Damon’s hand never leaving mine, indented and glued together.

Bursting from the jell of the lake’s water, we float at the top, Damon ensnaring me with his long muscular arms to place me on his lap.

We yell to the onlookers that we are okay.

Spotting Brady’s blue shirt from where we float, I poke the baby chicken for my own fun.

“Hey Brady, I can see your gaping vagina from here!” I scream up, causing all of us to break apart in laughter.

“I’m safe, Percy!” I quickly add to make sure he isn’t kneeled over with thoughts of my ultimate demise.

Damon’s body acting as my flotation device, I let him paddle us around the camouflage lagoon we have landed in.

“That was awesome!” I howl to the sky.

Damon’s laugh ricochets around the stones’ surface over the cut into the waterfall’s outer walls.

A yell from the crowd we just flew away from makes both of us rear back to see what’s going on.

“Twelve’s on the water!” someone warns.

“Shit. Cops.” Damon swims us to the edge in two butterfly strides.

Pulling up to the mossy embankment, I look for Percy.

“Piglet?” My hands funneling my mouth.

“Go, Tigger! I’m good, just go!”

Damon and I take off through the woods. Dripping from head to toe, bare feet pounding the dirt path, hand in hand with Damon in the lead.

We run.

Around the curves and through every spot on our brown grain-coated trail, we haul ass in a mad dash to wherever Damon is leading us.

I don’t stop to question him.

Or ask anything at all.

The time it takes for us to jet from the pooling lagoon to the entrance of the pine trees feels like nothing more than seconds.

His bike hidden under the great pines' shadow, he welcomes me under it.

Moonpie and Sunshine know we’re in sight, but I’m sure they rode together.

“Savannah, get on.”

Damon straddles his metal horse, jerking colored wires from an underneath part.

A zap and a spin of a black piece of his handlebar roars the engine to life.

“I can’t. You know I can’t.” A gutted anchor sinks in my stomach.

“Yes, you can. You did it before.”

His hand out for me, the helmet dangling from his fingers.

I shake my head back and forth, a step back from him and the suffocating shade my past wants to trap me in.

“My body was, not my mind!”

Referring to the ride he gave back to the bar when I was shot.

My pulse hitting a high score for speed.

“Savannah, you can do this. Do you trust me?” His midnight eyes find me, chaining themselves to me.

“This isn’t Aladdin. I-I—”

My eyes close.

~The sound of the tire blowing booms in my ears.~

~The jerk of the car being carried by the water under us racks me.~

“Savannah. Baby, open your eyes!”

My Angel.

My eyes snap open like he has the remote to control me.

“I am here. Feel me? Feel my hand?”

His face is in mine, skin to skin under the safety of the trees and the sound of his bike, he holds me down in the present.

Nodding a ~yes~. He kisses me.

A blinding kiss to seal me in.

“You are here with me. Do you trust me?”

His dark eyes search my face, scanning over my soft features to find a hint of an answer.

“Yes.” The single word leaves me like a flare gun shooting a distress signal.

“I have you. Do you feel my hand?”

Another nod of a ~yes~.

“You are Savannah, right?”

My brows scrunch up in confusion.

“Yes.”

“The goddess?” He smirks.

“Yes?”

“Then get your goddess ass on the back of my bike before we get arrested. I got you.”

The helmet smushes down my wet hair, Damon’s arms have me next to his bike.

“I have you, baby. Trust in me. Not the road or anything else. Trust me. Hold on to me.”

His hand swipes the glass screen to cover my eyes.

~He jumped with me.~

~I...I can ride with him.~

With his hand on mine, he helps me on the back of his bike. The vibrations shooting through my body like falling stars to crash land on the earth.

“Hold on to me. Lean when I do. I have you, Savannah. I promise.”

My chest taped to his back. My legs placed on his sides. My hold around him like rope, tethered down.

We go.

Leave.

Vacate the premises.

~We drive away.~

I have only been truly terrified maybe five times in my life.

This...

This isn’t one.