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I wasn’t hesitant at all to accept when Marie invited
me to her house to go for a swim. It was something we did all the time; I
usually did most of the asking. Marie finally had some time away from her
family and her boyfriend, both of which she didn’t like being around.
I put my bikini in a bag (there was no need to take my one piece, which I
wore in public pools) and my towel, bottoms, extra underwear and clothing.
I walked from my house to hers; it wasn’t a very long distance.
When I got there Marie was waiting in the backyard. She called me over.
Marie was about my height, but I always felt like she was taller, she was
much leaner. Even her face wasn’t as round as mine. She was one of the 5%
of women who had the model body, and didn’t have some sort of disorder or
undernourishment. I told her as much as I could, she had low self-esteem.
We tossed off our clothes, and leaped into the pool laughing at our
clumsiness. We played ‘truth or dare’, ‘would you rather’, simple games
that didn’t involve any sort of physical activity, with the exception of
the dare of running in the back alley with you bikini pulled down. We
spent at least an hour in the pool just talking like anyone else would,
and then Marie said something I wasn’t expecting:
“I have a dare for you, and I know you’re not going to want to do it,
because you’re so scared of every dare I give you.”
I felt a little mocked, I never passed up a dare, “Oh, you’re on. I’ll
take that dare right now.”
Marie raised an eyebrow and smiled, “Come here.” I jokingly said, “If
that’s the dare, count me out you sick twisted freak.”
She laughed, “No, that’s not it.” I tiptoed from my end of the pool to the
middle where she was treading water. She smiled, “I’ll do it first, and
repeat after me.”
I nodded, not sure what it was. She grabbed a noodle (one of those
brightly coloured floating toys you have in the pool) and sat on it. So I
took the other end of the noodle and sat on it. She tossed one leg over
and sat on it like a saddle, so I did too. She moved into the middle, I
moved nearer, she stopped and said, “Oh sh**, I forget what it was.” I
slid the rest of the way, speaking in a manly voice, “Well hello baby,
what’s a fine thing like you doing in a chemical filled place like this?”
I moved close, almost rubbing us together.
She put an arm around me, speaking in an accent, “Well mister, I was just
on my bicycle when I fell into this pool.” We giggled, I said in the
voice, “I’ll save you, darling.” I jumped at her and pulled her
underwater. We began to laugh, even though there was nothing funny about
drowning. She gave me a hug, and my bikini back somehow came undone. She
let go and let it fall.
I went back to the surface, gasping: “My swim suit!” She resurfaced, “It’s
at the bottom of the pool!”
I had no use for covering myself I needed to tread water or I’d sink. She
started to laugh, then took of her swim top, “Now you’re not alone.” I
couldn’t help but look down at her somewhat small breasts. She must have
been looking at mine because she didn’t notice I was. She gave me a
reassuring hug, rubbing her breasts on me. I swallowed hard, I’d never
really thought about a girl doing that, but it was happening. We drifted
near the shallow end, Marie still wrapped around my neck.
I found myself backed against the stairs. She let go of me, and looked at
me with her eyes, smudged with mascara, but only-slightly. I looked back,
both of us half nude and staring at each other. I grabbed onto the bar,
and she advanced on me. I felt her hard nipples pressing against the top
of my chest. I took hold of either of her sides, she kissed me. She did it
a few times before it became a fever of kissing and I was bumping against
the wall.
We ran our hands along each other’s back; she took hold of my butt,
holding me close to her. I took her thighs in my hands and pulled her even
closer. I started to sink the water. She pulled back very quickly sitting
against the steps. It was a pregnant pause. I took the advantage of going
down on her. I put my arms around her chest and her lower back, pressing
our breasts together. She smiled slightly and I brought my mouth to her
throat, kissing, sucking, and going lower each time. She let out small
breaths.
My mouth was on the top of her breast, I was reluctant to go any lower. I
hesitantly licked around the nipple, flicking my tongue against it. She
let out louder, shorter breaths; I eventually wrapped my lips around the
hard nipple. I suckled gently; it was enough to make her moan. I went to
the next nipple and did the same. I wrapped my legs around her thin waist.
I opened my legs and let her hand creep in. It slithered around the
bottom, looking for an entrance.
I liked the feeling of being touched, even if it was only slight. I
suckled harder, and she started to make her way in. She spread the lips
with two fingers, gave her other hand a turn. She squeezed my clit, I
moaned out softly. I let her play with my pussy while I went about on her
breasts, switching every so often.
She found my vagina touching outside of it, teasing. I bite down lightly
on the nipple and pulled my face away. Marie was dominating now. She sat
me against the stairs, and pulled my hair out of my face, placing it
behind my ear gently. Her head sank down. I swallowed, half excited, and
half nervous. She pulled the shorts down until it was hanging off a single
foot. In this time I had recovered my top that floated back to me, and put
it on.
She put my legs up on her boney shoulders somehow strong enough to support
that with such a small figure. She advanced towards the inside, looking up
at me. I bit my bottom lip. Marie sunk her head in, licking the slit, just
finding out that it was easier to spread the lips. She did so, and then
began to lick up and down, her head slowly sinking in and out of the
water. She took the smallest breaths in between.
I let out soft moans, it was the best feeling I’d ever experienced. She
became rougher, putting her entire mouth against my pussy, and sucking. I
began to buck in pleasure. She took a moment to play with my clit before I
came.
I squeezed the edge of the pool, my legs nearly snapped shut on her. I
pulled my shorts back up, took hold of her waist, pulled her near and put
my mouth on her, our tongues moving out of one mouth and back into the
other. I lead her up the stairs onto the deck where she spread her legs
open. I slid into the pool and swam over to her. She let her head fall
back.
I knew that Marie wasn’t a virgin; it wasn’t much of a secret. I felt I
had the right to finger her. I put my mouth over the lips, pushing my
tongue through the lips and touching the clit. She let out a long soft
moan; I pushed two fingers into her, making her gasp. She didn’t object. I
slowly began to move my fingers in and out, gently, holding the lips apart
to I could eat her out at the same time. She moaned louder, rubbing her
hands along her sides.
I pumped faster, sucking on her clit harder, flicking it with my tongue. I
felt her muscles closing on my fingers. She came in my mouth; I just let
it sit in my mouth. I pulled myself out of the pool, and on top of her.
She was running her fingers through her hair, breathing in and out. I had
an open mouth kiss with her, letting her taste herself. She rubbed my
breasts while we began to french again.
She reached down and rubbed me, so I did the same to her. It was very
gentle, not too much to take in. We sat on top of each other, completely
naked, just grinding our mounds together, rubbing clits, just breathing
and fucking at the edge of the pool, taking the advantage to eat each
other out again, flicking tongues against the clits, driving it in and out
of the vagina, cumming hard in each others mouths.
Marie spoke, “I remembered what the dare was.” She said playing with a
lock of my hair, riding my mound again. “Oh really,” I responded, “What
was it?” She smirked, laughing, “It was take off your top.” |
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