A Day at the Pool

I'd lived in the same massive apartment complex the last 2 years, continuing through my final year of college and ran into some friends at one of the many, many pool parties the complex hosted each summer. It was one of those places that only had students from the huge state college just down the road, and being the late summer before classes began again, it was like spring break- but in August.

This pool party was different. The energy was different, and more intense. It was day 1 of "welcome week". No classes, just everyone moving in for the year. A week of sheer debauchery and fun that was nearly unrivaled. At my apartment complex, we were nearly an epicenter for the activity, and I was done with work for the day after a 6A-11A shift at the fitness center- so I was ready to relax and have a few drinks. I checked the pool at my complex and it seemed pretty calm, but across the street at the "sister" complex that we had access to- a live DJ and a lively party, so I headed there, made my claim to a chaise lounge and texted some friends who lived in the complex "hey, I brought some drinks and am down at the pool! Come out!". My roomies bailed, the guys from ski club bailed, a few friends were still unpacking, and one responded. My old friend/fling from high school, Jen. She lived in the complex and said she'd come down with her roommate, Michelle. I surveyed the pool area, noting a few floating beer pong games, the DJ trying to do some weird light show even though it was blazing sunshine, and a pickup game of spike ball going on in the pool yard. Nothing too out of the ordinary, but just a generally good time. Coming down the sidewalk I saw Jen waving at me from a distance in a green and white O'Neill bikini. The girl went to Hawaii last year and has been hooked on the surfer style since, but honestly- it worked for her. It was a pretty typical look for Jen whether she was poolside or not "surf leisure". Honestly, it was a fairly common look at any college pool or beach in the US at this time- and honestly it worked, especially for Jen. However, what I didn't typically see, was the big, wide brimmed sun hats you might find in a posh New England beach. Walking next to Jen the blue and white stripes on that type of hat stood out to me quickly, causing my gaze to focus on her - she was in a bright orange bikini, and as see got closer I saw that the bottoms had side buttoned together on the front which, a unique detail that caused my eyes to wander even further on Michelle. She was walking down to where I was with Jen- but I'd partied, danced with and even gone to a campus potato sack race with Michelle a few times. I knew her pretty well, and definitely had a thing for her. As they approach happily Jen dropped her bag full of drinks and tanning lotion next to me, "I could see you a mile away!" Smiling and commenting on my ginger hair, pale, freckled skin. "Any idea where the guys are?" - My roommates were off working, until late today so maybe we'd end up with a little party tonight, but right now I was flying solo.

I turn my attention to Michelle and she's already greeted me with a wink. "Oh, come on now- they're fine and honestly, I'm a bit jealous of your hat, Michelle - Jen clearly doesn't think I know how to put sunscreen on", as I proceed to take the bottle of sunscreen and make a smiley face on my chest and stomach, singing the line: "sun-tan lotion, is good for me, you protect me, teehee hee" from Billy Madison. Both girls start giggling hilariously, and is just fuel to my fire. I've suddenly gone from just hanging by the pool, to flirting in an instant [I was a 22-year-old male, sue me]. Michelle is bent over slightly trying to catch her breath, "man- that was funny- I just wasn't expecting it! I think I almost peed a little on that one!" I grin and continue "well, you ain't cool- unless, you pee ya pants" to just push it a bit farther...and test my boundaries while splashing pool water on my board shorts, mimicking the movie. This was a territory dangerously close to kinks I had, and wanted to explore- but also didn't want to have another negative experience explaining my kinks...so it had always made me cautious of who to let in. Jen rolls her eyes and Michelle lets out a big laugh "well we aren't cool yet then- but we ARE at a pool. There's time. Lord knows half the pool is already pee, probably."

The sun fades into the afternoon as we all open a cold drink, while searching around the pool for any games to join, or other friends to join as the beat of the DJ music thumps out Usher, DJ Khaled, Flo Rida and Pitbull.

The sun is blazing, and we all eventually end up getting in the pool to cool off while I continue chatting mostly with Michelle- she's a junior in Finance and earlier this summer, her hometown boyfriend broke up with her because she didn't come do "community volunteering" activities with him (whatever that entails) 40 miles away, every Sunday afternoon. I'm guessing he knew he was out classed, or that he just simply wanted to stay put. Either way, I didn't. I wanted to adventure, explore and experience life vibrantly, and Michelle seemed to fit in that idea. In short, she was great.

Gorgeous jade eyes, flowing brown hair braided today, a cute 5-something shorter than me at 5'9" and an ass that I can only describe as perfection. In her bright orange bikini with the front button ties, I was mildly having to cover myself up when she'd give me saucy little grins here and there, with flirtatious comments like "nice board shorts, do guys still wear underwear under those?" Just to poke at me. I tried to jab back but the best I really had was nonsense like "what even is underwear these days?"

I exited the pool, grabbed my towel, and a beer and sat down on one of the chaise lounge chairs at the edge of the pool where the girls were- while Michelle exited the pool- and Jen waded across to go join a game of beer pong with a sandy haired law student she'd just met. "Do you have any other drinks for me?" Michelle asked, and knowing that she's gluten free- I said "I only have these summer wheat beers, and I'm guessing you don't want THAT, in those colorful little bottoms" laughingly, she responds "I mean, I did think about peeing my pants- IN THE POOL, but no

You're definitely right" I laugh and try my best to play it off while she says "here- will you walk up to our place with me so I can make a Jack and Coke? I'd hate to run into a drunk skeeze on the way".

We make our way out of the pool area and just down the sidewalk and up three floors to their apartment. I'd been here many times, but never with just Michelle. I take my towel from around my waist and wrap it over my neck, while the alcohol is loosening me up and Michelle has kept blood flowing all afternoon, it's not obvious that something is going on downstairs, but it's certainly not unnoticeable. We get to their apartment, feeling the cold rush of air conditioning hit our wet skin- immediately giving us both bumps all over our bodies. She tossed her towel over one of the bar stools and walked into the kitchen to make a drink in a big tumbler "what about you, want anything?" She said smiling at me over her shoulder. I suppose at this point it's worth noting that I was a senior in mechanical engineering, working at the local fitness center as a "guest consultant". I was a fairly well groomed, slim, 150lb, 5'9" good looking dork with a goatee. I stumbled with words slightly and raise my eyebrows "ohhhhh I guess I'd do a shot if you would?"- completely missing the point. She shrugs with a smile "deal, but only if you tell something", while she pours two shot glasses of whiskey. Inquisitively I rub my tongue along my teeth "oh? And what's that?". Our glasses clink, and knock back down onto the counter "why haven't you made a move, ever?" She smiles that naughty smile at me. "Well, uhhh. For one, I wouldn't want anything to get weird because Jen and I had a fling and were super close in high school..." as I look down at the ground and then back up "and who knows, the day is young". She looks at me warmly, but matter of fact: "No way. That can't be it- Jen is awesome about life and growth, and on her own prowl with that law school guy as we speak. You know that was a total cop-out" she folds her arms in front of her perky breasts and sticks one leg out. Help me now lord. That pose. That bikini. The whiskey. I was just glad I was sitting down, with the kitchen counter bar between her eyes, and the front of my boardshorts.

"Fine." I say after a pause that felt like an eternity. "I think life is too short to deny the fact that we're all into some kinky shit- and I'm definitely not going to deny that I am- and that bit me once, badly, so I'm cautious." She held her stance, but softened her shoulders and jaw. More silence. I sighed, and continued "I'd hate to ruin friendships and the fun we have now." She smiled, still silent, pausing for a moment and then pulls her top down a bit revealing two bright mint green balls connected by silver bars in her nipples. "You're right, we're all into kinky things- and please don't put your hand around my neck right now- I just dried off my bottoms". And pulls her top back up, leaning on the counter with a full view of her cleavage she smiles that naughty little smile at me "So, mister. Go on. I'd hate to get interrupted by Jen bringing law-dude up here".

"Well for one: that. Yep. I'm into that, and definitely didn't get a great look...were they purple? I might need to inspect again; I'd hate to offend" I laugh with a small pang of hopefulness. Then come the most dangerous words in an intimate situation to me: "Make me." Firm. Factual. Hopefully, yet commanding. Submissive. Yet Dominant.

I was nearly powerless. My body was already in motion walking around the counter where Michelle barely changed position- one hand on the hip. One leg stuck out in a mild pose. "Oh, is that the case? And how do you think I'd make you?". We were inches apart. There was no way she could avoid seeing my pulsing hardness through my surf green and blue board shorts. I could nearly feel the heat from her body. Hear the thump of her chest. Oh, her chest. Those cute, but so sexy piercings that I wanted to see again. "I suppose that's up to you, mister" she says while reaching up and touching the tip of my nose in a playful manner, not backing away.

I lightly grab her shoulder and spin her around, facing away from me. The spin nearly catches her off balance and her palms land on the counter. With my right hand I gave three quick, sharp, and light spanks to her perfect little ass, placing my left hand on the inside of her pelvis to spin her back to face me. Both of my hands on the crests of her pelvis, right along the bikini strings with the buttons in the front- my thumbs lightly pressing on the front of her body. "That's a naughty place to be, missy" and firmly pull her in for a kiss, pressing my rock-hard self into her. We explore each other's mouths, tongues winding and twisting around each other. Small motions in her hips cause me to kiss a little deeper, moving my hands from her waist to her ass, picking her up while she instinctively wraps her legs around me. My manhood is pressing directly on her pussy through our clothing and she lets out a breathy moan as I set her on the counter top. I pull away from our moment "I told you it was naughty, missy. And naughty girls get punishments for their crimes- so seeing as you took your punishment...quite well...I'll ask nicely. Can I see your sexy piercings again, please?" I give her a flirty smile and she smiles back, pulling down her top. There they are. Right in front of me again, just like the first view that had burned into my memory. I kiss a nipple, sucking lightly while wrapping my tongue around the metal. I feel her French tip nails lightly scratch my back as her legs flex tighter in attempt to get closer to me in a grinding manner.

As I lift up my head, my right hand moves from her other breast to her neck- I lightly squeeze as I give her other breast attention. This time, her moan was not so subtle- but very audible. I pull away slowly, biting my lip while looking directly into those jade eyes. "I can safely say, I really am into these" as I run my left fingers across the metal, and my right hand removes her top, gently dropping it to the floor. She looks back at me "yeah, but you still haven't answered MY question" as she smiles, and hops off the counter. I lightly smack her ass once, and say, "Fine let's start here: did that make you wet enough to need a...change of your bottoms?". She stops a few feet away from me. "Are you hoping they might be?" After a decent pause I replied honestly "I'm hoping they're soaked. And that you'll need a change..." more silence. She raised an eyebrow with a grin "Oh? Soaked...And a change into what? Clearly, you've got something specific in mind..." I did. It'd been on my mind for quite a while with her. Every time I saw her in fold-over yoga pants, or her AE skinny jeans- I was driven wild in fantasy.

So, there we were.

"I have a few ideas". She was already walking toward her en suite. "Well let's see what options I might have- should the situation arise". Watching her walk away was intoxicating. Topless, that bikini with the button front...it was only a few steps to her room where she turned around and looked at me with her hands on the door frame, which exquisitely highlighted her perfect breasts, eyes nearly matching the piercings. If I were ever going to pop seams in clothing with an erection, it was right now. I think I literally hear the Velcro fly of my board shorts flex. I stopped only inches from her again, but this time her hand was the first to move. She moved up my thigh, over my bursting erection a few times "well then. He certainly seems happy" as she leans in to kiss, she slips a thumb into my waist and onto the head of my cock. I stopped her, taking the chance to capitalize. "Tsk. Tsk. Missy, you've felt my condition. My turn." I pulled her tighter to me, with a hand on her butt and with my other hand, traced down her oblique. Across her stomach. Lower below her belly button. Hearing her shallow breathing I pressed my mouth to hers, tracing the edges of her bikini bottoms before quickly moving my lower, feeling the heat and clear wetness through her bottoms. I pressed on her while feeling the glide of her tongue on mine and the gyration against me began. This time, it was her turn.

"Excuse me, sir" she grins, with flushed cheeks. "I'm still waiting..."

It was time. Time to step up. "You know, I really, really like your bathing suit. Specifically, this detail" as I unbutton one side. And button it back up. Not only do I look up to a raised eyebrow, but mild confusion. She opens her mouth to question and I jump in "how about I demonstrate where I'd like to go?" Her cheeks flush and she quickly perks up in all ways I can see. With a glance, I look at her ensuite door and back at her, and back at the ensuite. She grins widely and pulls me in by the hand. I open the shower curtain, and put my hand on the faucet to turn it on- but I stop and straighten myself.

"Come here, baby." And she walks toward me, still blushing. I guide her into the shower with a ballroom twist over the head, laying a very intense back bent kiss on her ready lips. Standing her back up, I look her into those beautiful eyes with fantasy, "you wanted to know how wet? I meant. Soaked. But only in your bottoms."A pause. She reaches to start the shower faucet. I shake my head silently.

Another pause. Her very, saucy grin comes out again in the silence. She leans forward just slightly meeting my lips, and I allow her tongue to enter my mouth, writhing against my tongue again, my hands move from her ass. To her hips. To her waist. To her breasts, lightly playing with her nipple rings, before moving one hand around her neck, one to her waist where her pelvic crest feels the force of my squeeze.

The silence breaks, as liquid hits the shower tile and I feel Michelle's body melt into my hands as the sound intensified.