The Night Swim Novels & Stories

I was meeting my younger sister Niamh for a drink after work at one of London’s swanky hotels. Now, you might think there is nothing unusual about two sisters catching up over a cocktail but it’s nothing short of a miracle I still have a sister. It’s also a miracle Niamh could not only book the venue but get there without her support worker. And it’s an even bigger miracle I arrived at the hotel more or less on time.

“I need some water.” “Eliza,” Lucas says pointedly, raising his eyebrows. “Oh for fuck’s sake,” she groans, but isn’t able to hide her fear. She rushes away, presumably going into the bar to get me a cup of water. I move away from the puddle of vomit in the alley and lean against Lucas for support. “Leave it to you to find a hellhound on a girls’ night out,” Naomi quips, eyes still wide. “At least tonight was unforgettable.”

“You better tell me everything by tomorrow morning, or I would be the one to rip your head off” “You don’t have to worry about that” She responds. “What time is the gala?” I ask. “It starts at 10pm but we have to be there by 8:30pm, Madam Stephanie wants perfection” She explains “Okay…. And the dress code?” “I got that covered, the dress is in my wardrobe on the left. It’s a black leather dress and the shoes are on the rack. Oh and don’t worry about your night shift, I already convinced Natalie” She states.

Selene insisted. "Fine. How about we take the risk and visit tomorrow morning? I can't leave you to go alone. I don't trust them." Sia agreed. At that moment, it felt as though a heavy weight had been lifted off Selene's shoulders. Gap oily, she nodded her head and laid on Sia's bed to sleep. All through the night. Selene only dreamt about the man she had a one-night stand with and fantasized about being with him forever after meeting him again.

Mom’s voice called, “Ryan, honey? Where are you?” He pulled away instantly, leaving me trembling and aching. I grabbed the water bottle with shaking hands and hurried back to the table, face flushed. The rest of the evening was agony. Finally, night came. Mom had fallen asleep early, exhausted from her domestic performance. I waited until her snoring filled the hallway, then slipped out to the pool wearing nothing at all. The cool night air kissed my naked body as I dove in and swam slow, lazy laps, my golden-brown hair trailing behind me in the water. My pussy throbbed with anticipation.

She tilted her head, looking at Liana with a relaxed, casual curiosity in her dark eyes. ​"So..." Nina started, a subtle smirk playing on her lips. " what really happened last night? Who did you spend the night with?" ​Liana was mid-bite, and the question made her choke instantly. She coughed into her napkin, her eyes watering as she scrambled to grab her glass of water and take a quick gulp. ​"omg Nina! Its not what you think!" Liana stammered, setting the glass back down. "Oh yeah?" Nina smirtked smugly "then tell me where you went last night".

I crossed my legs, pressing my thighs together to ease the growing wetness. Later, as the moon rose high, Ryan suggested a night swim. The three of us stripped to swimwear again. Jake’s board shorts did nothing to hide the impressive bulge I tried—and failed—not to notice. We floated under the stars, the water lapping at my breasts. Ryan kissed my neck playfully, but his touch felt distant compared to the heavy, unspoken tension radiating from Jake.

Riley had been planning it for days. She was a swimmer—Olympic level, strong as hell, lungs built for this kind of shit. The lake behind the compound looked doable at night. Quiet water, no lights. She figured she could make it across, find help, get the fuck out of this nightmare. She waited until the guards changed shifts. Slipped out of her room in just a sports bra and tight shorts, bare feet silent on the tile. The pool area was empty. She dove in clean, no splash, and started cutting through the water.

He swims very fast, even at night. He watched Regan and Angela, who were enjoying their time together by enjoying grilled fish and meat on the beach. ***

Although Dallas and Schuyler revel in the fair and insist we must go, our rapidly approaching grand opening consumes Garret and my time. Unable to sleep the night before our soft launch, I decide to swim laps, hoping to tire myself out. With the water temperature at 75 degrees, it’s not much cooler than the 80-degree nighttime air. I slide off my gym shorts before I dive into the deep end. With water enveloping me, my body relaxes, and the world outside the pool no longer exists. I don’t count as I swim lap after lap. Instead, I plan to swim until my body can barely move.