The Pool Party

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Jack and I had only been hooking up for a few weeks when he invited me to his coworker’s pool party. We hadn’t yet taken any next steps to introduce each other to friends or family. Hell, he had barely met my roommate Christina, despite having spent the night at our apartment multiple times.

We’d agreed in the beginning that we’d keep things simple and fun between us. I was just getting out of a relationship when we met, and Jack was too busy for one, working long hours at a startup company. It seemed like the most convenient arrangement for us both, so taking things a step further made me nervous.

Though I suppose the real reason for my nervous reaction was that I had stronger feelings than I was willing to admit, even to myself. Jack and I had a really fun, easy connection from the start, as friends. And with the extra layer of great sex, I knew I was in trouble.

So, having Jack be the first one to nudge things along between us felt good. Besides, meeting a few of his coworkers at a pool party was about as casual as it could get; a far cry from inviting me home to meet his parents. I reminded myself that it definitely didn’t have to mean anything.

But that didn’t stop me from overthinking things, and dragging Christina out shopping to help me pick out a new swimsuit a few days before the party.

Swimsuits had always been tricky for me. It was difficult to find one that felt comfortable and supportive of my DD chest and big ass while still looking sexy. So when Christina held up a gold foil string bikini, I just stared back at her incredulously.

“What’s that look?! You would look hot in this!” she argued.

I just shook my head, already dismissing the idea and continuing my search. “I could never pull off a bikini like that,” I said. “Even if it covered everything, I’d be paranoid about something slipping out, or it coming untied.”

“So you can double-knot it, if you’re really that concerned!”

I just groaned, wishing she would let it go. I knew she was trying to be supportive, but it was hard to take advice on that sort of thing from my petite, slim friend whose body looked much more like the ones seen modeling similar swimsuits in ads and the media.

“Will you just try it on, Jess?!” Christina pleaded. “What do you have to lose from trying it on to prove me wrong?”

“Fine. If I agree to try it on and show you why it doesn’t work, will you get off my ass about it?”

“Sure, I will. But if Jack finds out that you’re passing on the sexy bikini, I’m sure he’ll give your ass a slap or two!” she teased, smacking my butt playfully.

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help blushing and smiling a bit to myself. “Hilarious.”

One consequence of my intense connection with Jack was that our sex was not exactly quiet. A fact that Christina never ceased to tease me about. Though I guess that was a fair trade for having to be subjected to said noisy sex as often as she was.

We kept browsing the racks until we collectively found five different suits of various colors and styles for me to try on. Then we went back to the fitting rooms. I tried them on one at a time and modeled them for Christina, knowing she’d give me honest feedback, which I could then take or leave.

I went for the gold bikini first, wanting to get it out of the way. The only problem was, once I had it on, I had to admit that it actually looked pretty good. It surprised me that the top actually covered a good amount of my boobs, and that it felt comfortable and decently secure. I knew it would take some getting used to, to not have more of a strap on my hips holding up the bottoms. But they also covered everything they needed to cover. Perhaps the biggest surprise was seeing my smile in the mirror as I looked at myself from all angles.

Christina’s impatient questions from the other side of the locked fitting room door interrupted my thoughts. “Do you have it on yet?! You have to let me see it no matter what - you promised!”

“Okay, okay,” I conceded, taking a deep breath and forcing the smile off of my face before opening the door, shaking my head. “I think it’s too much.”

Christina’s face lit up.

“Holy shit, you look HOT!” she gushed.

I tried brushing off the compliment, looking down and pointing out every flaw I saw on my body.

But Christina wasn’t having it. “I’m not kidding - you have to get it! And I demand that you take a picture of Jack’s face when he sees you in it for the first time!”

I rolled my eyes. “Well, he’s seen me naked plenty of times already. It’s not like there are any surprises left.”

“I beg to differ! Seeing you in a bikini instead of that sporty shit you normally wear is going to drive him crazy!”

I stepped back into the fitting room and looked in the mirror again, frowning.

Christina came in and stood behind me, still smiling.

“You’re getting it,” she declared. “Buy it yourself, or I’m buying it for you!”

I shook my head again, but gave in and smiled back at her in the mirror. “Just let me try the rest on, okay? Then I’ll decide.”

“Sure, try the rest,” she placated me. “My mind’s made up, though. And you know what that means.”

I grumbled and gently pushed her out of the stall so I could close the door and try on the next swimsuit.

In the end, the one I felt most comfortable in was a black one-piece that felt flattering, yet sexy. It had a low-cut neckline, but felt supportive and covered most of my ass. Christina agreed that the suit was sexy yet tasteful. But I worried that maybe that meant it wasn’t actually very sexy at all.

I ended up buying both - the black one-piece and the gold bikini. I told myself (and Christina) that I was only buying the bikini to keep her from spending her own money on it, adamant that I had no intentions of actually wearing it. She was kind enough to smile and nod along rather than rubbing it in my face, knowing I was full of shit.

A few days later, I left for the party wearing a bright blue, knee-length sleeveless sundress and brown leather sandals. I packed both swimsuits, unable to talk myself all the way into wearing the gold bikini and feeling comforted by the one-piece option in my bag. I told myself I would make a game-time decision when I arrived and saw what everyone else was wearing.

I met Jack at his place so we could drive together, since it was on the way to his coworker’s house from mine. When he opened the door for me, he was in swim trunks, navy blue with a pattern of little red and white fish, a plain gray t-shirt, and brown leather sandals. I felt a tingle between my legs as my eyes caught on his trunks. I’d never seen him in anything so short before, and the trunks drew my eyes to his muscular thighs, visible below the hem. That sight, and the knowledge that he wasn’t wearing anything under the trunks, immediately aroused me.

Suddenly I recalled what I’d said to Christina, doubting that Jack would feel turned on by seeing me in a bikini after having seen me naked, and I admitted to myself that I may have been wrong. There was something about seeing him in the swim trunks that was driving me unexpectedly wild.

Jack caught me staring and smiled, a playful twinkle in his warm hazel eyes. “Like what you see?”

I laughed at myself, but had to admit, “I do,” feeling the heat rise in my cheeks.

“You’re blushing,” he teased, checking me out and stepping closer.

“Am I?” I asked, biting my lip and struggling to suppress a chuckle.

“Mm hmm,” he nodded as he reached me, putting his hands on my hips and quickly sliding back and down to grab two handfuls of my ass. He tugged me against him until I could feel his hardening cock pressed against my hip.

I had my hands on his arms as he pressed himself into me, and moaned involuntarily.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked into my ear before taking my earlobe between his lips, sucking on it and nibbling lightly. Then I felt a light kiss right behind my ear, and another as he trailed his lips down my neck.

I moaned, my fingertips digging into his shoulders. “Thinking about how distracted I’m going to be all day at the party, knowing that there’s only one layer of fabric between me and your cock.”

I felt Jack’s hot breath on my shoulder and neck as he sighed. “Well, maybe we should do something about that before we go.”

He pulled back to look into my eyes as he grabbed a handful of my hair and tugged, causing me to gasp.

My lips parted. I stared back at him and nodded.

Jack pulled me into a deep kiss then, and I was happy to feel him wanting me just as much as I wanted him.

He swept me along the five or six steps to his couch and suddenly I was on my back, leaning against the armrest and wrapping my legs around him, moaning into the kiss and gripping a handful of his t-shirt as I felt him grinding into me.

Then he slid his hands up my thighs, pushing up my dress until it bunched around my waist. He gripped the waistband of my panties and tugged down both sides.

I lifted my ass to help him slide them down, and then raised my legs straight up as he pulled them up and off over my feet.

Jack groaned as he kissed me again, holding himself up over me as he reached between my legs to tease my pussy. He brushed the back of two fingers up and down along my slit before finding my clit with his thumb and rubbing gentle circles over it. Then he slid two fingers between my lips, slipping into me a little at a time, pressing in and pulling out, making me moan into his mouth.

“Fuck, you’re already so wet,” Jack groaned. “Have you been thinking about wanting me to fuck you before the party?”

“Yesss,” I hissed, looking down to watch his hands on me. “I always want you so much.”

Jack growled and watched me, scanning my face, watching for signs of pleasure as he fingered me.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” I moaned, meeting his eyes, my face already furrowed in pleasure.

“You’re so sexy, Jess. I think about you all the time,” he breathed.

“Oh god,” I groaned, my head rolling back onto the armrest of the couch. “You’re gonna make me cum!”

“Already?” he asked, his voice suddenly huskier.

“Yes!” I yelled, grinding on his hand, feeling myself building up to an intense orgasm. “Your fingers feel so good! I’m going to cum all over them!”

“Do it. Cum on my fucking fingers, Jess. I want to feel you squeezing them. God, I can’t wait to slide my cock into you and feel you so wet and tight around me. You feel so fucking good.”

That was all it took for me. I yelled out, my hips rocking and bucking wildly as I slid myself further onto his fingers until I felt his knuckles and the back of his hand pressing into my pussy lips. I combed my fingers into his chestnut hair and tugged as my whole body convulsed.

“That’s it, cum hard for me,” Jack muttered, fighting against my movements to continue rubbing my clit and fingering me as I rode out the orgasm.

Finally, I came down, moaning and breathing hard. My grip on Jack’s hair loosened, and I slid my hands back down to his neck, his shoulders, then his chest.

“That was so good,” I smiled, my eyes still closed, as I felt him retract his hand.

“Mmm,” he groaned. And then I heard a slurping sound that encouraged me to open my eyes. When I did, I saw Jack with his fingers in his mouth, sucking my juices off of them.

My face must’ve shown my surprise. He’d never done that before. No one had. But it didn’t take me long to realize how much it turned me on, my pussy clenching at the sight.

“You taste so fucking delicious,” Jack said once he’d finished sucking off his fingers.

I stared at him lustfully, suddenly unsure of how to form words.

“Have you ever tasted yourself, Jess?” he asked.

My cheeks burned as I nodded my head just slightly.

“So you already knew that.”

I just stared up at him, a slight smile playing at my lips. I must’ve had a crazy look in my eyes.

Then Jack reached back down and slid the same two fingers back into me.

I gasped when I felt it and clenched as he thrusted them in and out a few times before pulling them back out and bringing them to my lips this time.

I knew right away what he wanted me to do, and that I wanted it, too. So, I parted my lips for him and he slid his fingers into my mouth, slowly at first, just up to his first knuckle. I sucked on his fingertips lightly, moaning at my taste and just from the act itself.

Then Jack worked his fingers further into my mouth a little at a time until they were deep down my throat.

I gagged a bit, at which point he pulled back slowly, allowing me to suck the rest of my juices from his fingers.

“Good girl,” Jack growled, bringing his hand to my neck next and squeezing while he kissed me deeply, sucking on my bottom lip.

I moaned into the kiss, gripping his shirt in fistfuls at his waist, squeezing my thighs around him.

“I want you,” I breathed during a quick break in the kiss, tugging his shirt up over his head.

He allowed me to pull the shirt off, then trailed his lips down to my neck and shoulder. He groped my breasts through the dress, then pushed up on the bunched fabric at my waist and tugged the dress up and over my head.

Then he pulled my bra straps off of my shoulders and down, tugging the cups down too until my large breasts spilled out. He cupped them both, each more than a handful even for Jack’s large hands, and rolled his tongue around each nipple before sucking each breast into his mouth.

I sighed and arched back again, loving the way his mouth felt on me and telling him so. Then, I eagerly reached for the large bulge in the front of his swim trunks, cupping and rubbing his rock-hard cock through the smooth fabric.

Jack growled against my chest when he felt my hand there.

I curved my hand around the outline of his cock and found his head with my thumb, rolling it around and rubbing the flat edge of his mushroom top, then up to the slit on his tip. That earned me another groan, and then Jack leaned back up over me and pressed himself into my hand, grinding and wanting more.

Our eyes met, both of us smiling as my hand moved on him.

“That feels so good,” he breathed, still looking right at me, into me.

I felt for the drawstring of his shorts and tugged it loose, then slid a hand under the waistband to wrap around his smooth, hard cock. I stroked him just a few times like that before pushing down on the shorts.

Jack helped me to push them down his legs the rest of the way and kicked them off without getting up. Kneeling over me, he cupped behind my head and pulled me into another deep kiss as I continued stroking him, guiding him straight to my entrance.

He groaned and pulled back to say, “I’m gonna grab a condom.”

But as Jack tried to push himself up and off of me, I held on, looking up at him and shaking my head. “I need you now.”

His eyes met mine, then scanned my face as if looking for a hint of doubt.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

I nodded. “Yes. Please.”

I didn’t need to ask again. With another groan, Jack reached down to grip his cock, then rubbed it up and down along my slit for just a few strokes before finding my entrance and pushing into me.

I gasped when I felt the bare head of his cock spreading my lips, and then moaned as Jack pulled himself back out, penetrating me shallowly a few times before letting go and sinking all 7 inches into me, the full weight of his hips coming down onto me.

“Ohhhh fuck,” he growled into my ear. “God, you feel so incredible, Jess.”

I moaned, loving the feeling of his bare cock stretching me and being pinned under him like that. I wrapped my legs around his waist and dug my fingertips into his back as he started thrusting, picking up the pace.

“Oh god, that feels so good,” I moaned, looking up at Jack, my face contorted with pleasure.

He leaned down to kiss me again, pinching my bottom lip between his teeth before pulling back and leaning up to kneel. He gripped me by my hips and tugged me closer to him, causing my head to slide down from the armrest to the seat of the couch. Then he fucked me harder, holding under my ass and forcing my legs wider with his powerful thrusts.

I yelled out, reaching for his arms and chest, his thighs, digging my fingertips into him wherever I could reach him.

“Fuck!” I cursed. “Oh my god, I’m gonna cum again!”

Jack responded by reaching down between our bodies to rub circles over my clit with his thumb.

“Cum on my cock, Jess. I want to feel you squeezing around me. I’m so close already. You feel so good like this. Cum on my cock and then I’m gonna pull out and cum on your stomach, okay?”

I shook my head, looking right at him. “No, come inside me! Please!”

Jack already knew that I was on birth control, so I hoped he would feel safe enough to do as I wished.

“Fuck!” he yelled, suddenly freezing inside of me, focusing on rubbing my clit. “Are you sure?”

I looked up at him and nodded, my face furrowed, grinding on his cock, wanting to feel him thrusting again. “Yes, I’m sure! I want to feel your cum inside of me. I want to cum with you, Jack!”

He growled, leaning further over me suddenly, pressing my legs back towards my chest. He kept rubbing my clit as he thrusted into me deeply, picking up speed again.

“Tell me again,” he ordered.

I groaned, my head rolling back again, feeling myself building up to release again. “I want you to cum inside of me, Jack! When I feel it, I’m gonna cum on your cock! Please! Fill my pussy! I need it!”

Suddenly, Jack’s thrusts became spastic as he grunted and came. I felt his cock pulsing inside me, and several hot spurts of cum shooting into me as he continued thrusting.

I reached down to take over for his hand, rubbing my clit frantically until I came with him moments later, writhing under him, squeezing around him.

Then Jack collapsed on top of me with a curse, burying his face in the crook of my neck.

I sighed and wrapped my body around his, smoothing his hair down, and rubbing over the minor scratches I’d left on his back.

When Jack finally pulled back, he kissed me deeply before peeling himself off of me, our skin sticking together from our shared sweat. We grinned and laughed together when we felt it, and he gave my thigh a playful slap as he stood up, then offered me a hand to help me up as well.

“That was so good,” Jack gushed again, rubbing my hip affectionately.

“Yeah it was,” I grinned back, giddily. “I think we’re running a bit late now, though.”

Jack smiled and nodded, pulling back to gather up our clothes.

He handed my panties back to me and draped my dress on the couch while I pulled my bra back up. Then he stepped back into his trunks and pulled them up over his hips.

I found myself once again hypnotized as I watched him redress, pulling up his trunks and retying the drawstring. I hadn’t even noticed I was staring until Jack called me out of it.

“Okay, you’re gonna need to stop looking at me like that if you ever want us to get out of here.”

I blushed and laughed, finally pulling my attention away and apologizing, picking up my dress and bunching it up in my hands before slipping it back on over my head.

We met eyes again, grinning as we each slipped our sandals back on. Then Jack gave my ass a playful slap before going to grab his keys while I brought my panties into the bathroom to clean up.

When I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, I noticed I was still smiling as I replayed the last ten minutes in my mind.

But then the worry came back, too. I knew I was losing the battle I’d been waging with myself, to keep things feeling casual with Jack. But I wasn’t sure how to avoid getting too close too fast when I constantly felt like I was melting into a puddle around him.

Jack was helping me to discover things about myself that brought on pleasure like I never imagined with anyone else. From the beginning, we’d set out exploring our turn-on’s together. He’d asked me what I liked and what I wanted, which were not questions anyone had ever asked me before, in a sexual context. It made me curious to ask him in return, wanting to know what I could do to make him feel the same way.

But as good as it was, it also felt dangerous, like I knew how much I had to lose. I felt tempted to hold back more, to protect my feelings. The trouble was, I really couldn’t help giving in to Jack. Every time we were together, it felt intense, and always better than the last time. And the hope that he might actually feel the same way was the most intoxicating part of all.