Gushing All Over The Cute Guy.

By Tx Tall Tales – Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I

took her hand in mine and walked over to the beach entry, where we

could slowly enter the pool. The water was still pretty cool, not having

had much time to heat up in the last day. I dove under the water,

preferring the all-at-once method of getting used to the water, while

Amy slowly walked deeper, standing on tip-toes, squealing when the cold

water reached her breasts. "It's going to warm up, right?"

"By

tomorrow afternoon, it'll be 10 degrees warmer. Another reason to

finish filling it as early as possible." I walked to her, and she

wrapped her legs around me, her arms encircling my neck.

I held her,

moving slowly deeper, until the water was up to her neck. I stepped back

toward the shallower water a few steps, until the water as armpit deep.

"It's not so bad now," she admitted.

"I wish this didn't have to end," I told her. "I can't imagine not being around you every day."

She nodded, pulling me in close. "I know. Back to the boring, hum-drum, everyday life."

"No. Not that. A new life, pursuing your dreams, right?"

She nodded. "I hope so."

I

pressed my lips against hers, and we kissed each other thoroughly,

lovingly, deeply. I had my hands on her ass, fondling them, reaching

inside her bottoms to feel her flesh.

I walked her to the shallow end, and put her down. "Wait here. I'll be right back."

I

went to the porch and retrieved the work she'd done, after drying my

hands thoroughly. I grabbed the towels and set the towels and her

writing down on the towels, along with a pen and the goals notebook to

lean on. Then I got back in the pool and joined her at the side by her

work.

"Find anything out, while you made your dream list?"

"Did I ever. There's so many things I want to do. I probably could have added another 100 to the list."

"Like what? What really sticks in your head?"

"I

like doing new and unusual things, but I don't. Not anymore. Not since I

was in high-school. I want to scuba dive on a sunken boat, I want to go

hang-gliding. I want to parachute out of a plane. I want to spend an

afternoon on jet-skis. I want to ride across country using the

back-roads on the back of a motorcycle. I want to go on a safari. I want

to climb Kilimanjaro. I want to hike the Great Wall. I..."

I laughed. "I get it. Lots of things you want to do. How about education, career, financial. Any ideas there?"

She

nodded eagerly. "I want to get a degree in marketing, and an MBA. I

want to learn all about running and operating a non-profit organization.

I'm going to work for one of the medium sized non-profits and see how

things are really done, versus what they teach you in school. And then

I'm going to figure out who I most want to help in the world, and

dedicate my life to that. I'm not sure what that will be yet, but I know

I want to help people, not endangered animals, not the environment, not

politics. People who need my help, and whose lives can change

dramatically for the better."

She

was leaning over the side of the pool, flipping through her pages of

writing, so animated it had me choking up. Such a difference.

I was leaning against her body, looking over her shoulder. "You know what I love about what you just told me?"

"No. What?"

"How

you went from all the things you said you wanted to do, to telling me

what you were going to do. You are going to work for a non-profit. You

are going to figure out who you're going to help, and how you are going

to dedicate your life to that. That's wonderful. You know. You have a

purpose."

My hands seemed to have a mind of their own, and were busy wandering over her body.

"Did I say that? I didn't even notice."

"Yes,

you went from a list of things you wanted to do, things that interested

you but were not absolutes, to the core of what you wanted to do with

your life."

I

turned her around so she was facing me. "Tonight, you'll take that

list, and using it you'll make a new one. You'll list five things you

want to do, you want to have, you want to learn, and you want to be.

Then you'll make a plan for achieving each one, with small goals that

will get you to your final goal. For example, if you chose climb

Kilimanjaro, you'd figure you what you need to know to do it, how you'll

need to prepare, when you want to go, how much money you'll need to do

it, etc."

"You're a slave driver, you know?" she said with a grin.

"Yes.

You'll thank me some day. But I'm not done yet. By Monday, I want you

to make one initial step toward each of your goals. You're going to

write down these goals, and you're going to read them every morning, the

first thing you do when you get up."

"How do you know all this stuff, Alex?"

"My

father made me do the same thing when I turned 16. So that my final

years of high-school would prepare me for what I wanted out of life.

Make sure I go