My Girlfriend From Turquoise Pond Novels & Stories

He was too far to see that I was inside my girlfriend, but close enough to see that I was pressed against her back. I muttered to myself, “Please don’t camp here. Please don’t camp here.” My girlfriend said, “Maybe we should get back in the boat...” “You think so? If I let this dick out he might mistake it for a nice plump trout. I’ll get a hook straight through me.” “Oh my god. That’s not even how it works.”

A tiny redhead in cowgirl boots, a tank top and a pair of cutoffs that didn’t leave much to one’s imagination asked, putting her hand on Trent’s shoulder as she swung around to look him in the eye. “Nope,” he said, eyeing her hand suspiciously enough he thought she’d have to move it. She didn’t. “Oh, well, I ain’t seen nobody sitting with you.” “That’s because my girlfriend’s about to take the stage,” he replied. Using that word to describe Bree had seemed odd at first--not wrong, just different--but now he really liked the sound of it, especially after they’d taken things all the way earlier that day. “You’re datin’ Bree Matthews?” the girl asked, her eyes growing wide.

“Hit me.” “I’m leaving in three days,” she said, dropping onto the edge of the bunk across from mine. “Oh…” I tried not to sound disappointed. “Where to?” “To Atlanta. My girlfriend lives there. She’s been begging me to come stay with her.” “That’s amazing,” I said with a small smile. “I’m happy for you.” “I want you to come with me.” My head snapped toward her. “What?” She nodded seriously. “Her parents are loaded. They’ve got this lake house just sitting empty—barely anyone goes there. She already said we could crash there as long as we want.”

Below us, the turquoise water churns into white foam against the rocks. "This is the second pinnacle," I say, stopping where the trail widens into a natural lookout. Zia looks around, her hand shielding her eyes from the sun. "It’s beautiful. It feels... bigger than the harbor." "It is. This is where I asked you to be my girlfriend." She turns to me, a lock of dark hair caught in her eyelashes. "Really? On a cliff? You’re kind of a drama queen, aren't you, Clayton?" I bark out a laugh—a real one. "I prefer 'romantic,' but I'll take drama queen. We’d been 'just friends' for months. I was terrified. I thought if I asked you in a beautiful place, you’d be too distracted by the view to say no."

MICHAEL "You aren't even listening!" I jolted back to reality as I heard the high-pitched voice of Alison, my girlfriend of two months. She was sitting in front of me and glaring. "Sorry...what were you saying?" I chuckled nervously. I had the bad habit of zoning out mid-conversation. My friends always made fun of me for it and called me Mr. Daydreamer. "I was telling you about the dinner this Saturday. So you can meet my family, remember?" Alison said. "Don't tell me you forgot!" she gasped.

Maria purred, shooting me one of her sly smirks. I met Damien's honey colored eyes, reigning in my excitement as he sent me a smirk and a half wave. His sandy blonde hair was still semi-wet and tousled from swimming in the pond. The pond was conveniently nestled in the woods, just on the edge of town. These human's had no idea, but the pond was a mere fifty feet from the pack's border. I listened to Maria's usual chatter, my mind still on the topic of Damien. While Maria gossiped about some of the other girls, I simply nodded my head and added a few short responses to keep her occupied.

Kenli giggles at the remark, and Chris shoots her a look. "I've thought you were a girl from the start," Zander adds, placing a beanie on his head. I look around, ignoring Ethan and Zander's arguments. I have to find her. "Oh yeah, well, at least I HAVE a girlfriend!" Ethan growls. "No, you don't." "Her name is L... Hailey... yeah that's her name." "Uhuh, sure." I look up ahead and spot a clearing. Well, not a clearing. A pond. I squint my eyes. There's is a patch in the middle of it missing. Like someone fell...

Dove gasped in surprise. She did not believe that Clara would find Marble here. Clara continued to stare at the boy beside the table. She wished to know all the information about this person. She must get her Marble back. Suddenly, Clara turned to continue eating hotpot, not daring to look at the table anymore. She did not expect that the person sitting with that guy was Chris - her ex-boyfriend from high school.

We’ve focused mostly on the traditions and the ceremony since we don’t want to fuck that up. When we aren’t studying, we alternate dates with Zoe—showing her around Ironfur and places special to us growing up here. Gunnar already took her to the treehouse. Took her and fucked her there. I’ve taken her there too but at sunset. We sat on the small deck for the view of Bundy Pond to our right and the upper lake of the Twin Lakes to the left. It was a good time, though we had to take things inside when one of the deck boards started to crack while we were getting naked.