As I went down in the river to pray
Studying about that good old way
And who shall wear the starry crown
Good Lord, show me the way!

O sisters, let’s go down,
Let’s go down, come on down
O sisters, let’s go down
Down in the river to pray

They wanted to make it special, to mark it somehow. They’d spent the night, all of it, touching, pleasing, cumming. Over and over.

And now it was over. The water, washing away their rights, their pleasure, their orgasms. Together, in a denial buddy baptism, holding each other to account. They would hold each others hands, trembling in the cold water, and sink, submerged, rising, kissing, their think garments outlining every curve.

Their orgasms gone, washed away, down the river.