Pool Party

Tenpenny: More indeed, my friend.

Donatella: Glad you like it so far.

SFC Omicron: Well, I gave the first chapter once-over and fixed some mistakes, so there’s that. And glad to have you reading.

And to all readers, enjoy the second chapter!

Chapter 02: Desires

(Kelsey)

‘Thinkin' of you's workin' up my appetite looking forward to a little afternoon delight. Rubbin’ sticks and stones together makes the sparks ignite and the thought of rubbin' you is getting so exciting.’

The song ran through Kelsey’s mind, even though it wasn’t really the most appropriate of tunes. The afternoon was long past, and the only “delight” the red head had received was from her dildo. Unless another girl was working it, she normal wasn’t interested in the fake dicks, but the thought of Christina, at her house, wet and in a bikini… It had been a bit too much of a wait to handle.

Besides, she was plenty ready to go now.

Climbing out of the pool, she glanced over her shoulder to see Jenny, towel wrapped around her waist, heading into the house. A smile played upon her lips; the girl knew when to allow her some privacy. If any headway was to be made with their virginal friend, attempting to jump right into a threesome would have to be saved until later on.

“Enjoying the water?” Kelsey asked, having made the approach to the hot tub. Christina looked up at her with a sheepish grin.

“It’s nice.” The girl sunk down a bit, trying to hide the part of her cleavage above the surface. “Where did Jenny go?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” she replied, trailing her fingers along the surface. “Probably went to give Zach a call. That girl can barely go an hour without talking to him.”

The sheepish grin spread into a genuine smile, and Christina laughed a little. “Well, I guess there just in love. They’ve been dating quite a while, haven’t they?”

“A good two years.” Kelsey strode around and hopped up, sliding into the tub. The smile didn’t leave Christina’s lips, but she did give a glance at just how close her friend sat, a look that didn’t escape Kelsey’s own eyes. “However, I don’t know if it could really be called love.”

“Why’s that?”

“Well,” Kelsey smiled, looking back towards the house as if she honestly believed Jenny were going to appear and overhear her, “from what I hear, they’ve had quite a few problems over the past few months.”

“You’re kidding!” Christina gasped, as if the words were so unbelievable. Exactly as it was supposed to, for it brought Christina scooting closer, enveloped in the maw of gossip. Just like that, their thighs were touching. “They always seem so happy.”

“Well, there’s a reason for that.”

“What is it?” So close now. Kelsey could actually feel the softness of her warm flesh, the sides of their legs rubbing together now (only because of Kelsey’s own movement). Noses close, a few inches apart; eyes locked, Christina’s brimmed with excitement and interest. Her arms no longer worked to cover anything, and her chest was fully above water, glistening from the wetness that made the skin there look delicious, primed for suckling upon.

“Turns out Zach and I have this one undeniable trait in common.” It was a swift motion, all things happening at once: a hand shooting in between Christina’s legs, gripping at her thigh; another hand reaching all the way around, sliding into the back of the girl’s bottoms, middle finger running down her crack; a complete swivel of the body that put Kelsey into Christina’s lap, straddling her. “We can give girls orgasms that have them begging us for more.”

With that, Kelsey kissed her.

(Jenny)

“That’s the stuff, babe,” Jenny moaned out, drilling the vibrator into her snatch with slow, rotating circles. Her eyes were closed tight, her mind busy imagining that it were Zach behind the pleasure coursing from her pussy to ignite her body.

Of course, she couldn’t fool herself. There were no skilled fingers toying at her asshole, only her own pathetic attempts to simulate what Zach could do. Her breasts were wet, but only from the lime green top clinging to her chest, still holding water absorbed from the pool. Her lips remained dry, where as normally the pleasure would’ve all but had her drooling.

“Shit!” she cursed, pulling the vibrator out and tossing it aside; it hit the love seat across the room, still buzzing away. She lay stretched out on the couch, panting out the frustration. How long, she wondered, would it take for Zach to get there? An hour, at least, and with Kelsey preoccupied, that would mean no fucking for a while. The vibrator, it seemed, wasn’t working as a substitute tonight.

Sighing, she let a hand drop to the ground next to the couch, fishing for her bikini bottom, which she’d allowed to fall away before settling in for her masturbatory attempt. She found it, but simply let it be where it was. A second later, her hand was back to her snatch, rubbing vigorously at her clit. Her stomach began to rise and fall rapidly again, gaining the speed as her fingers did, spinning her nub in rapid circles.

Her free hand yanked her top down, allowing her left breast to jiggle free and meet the room’s cold caress. The nipple was painfully hard, but she had a remedy for that. Bringing her hand to her lips, she swirled out her tongue, wetting and warming the fingers. Slowly, she drew traces down her chest until she reached the hardened nipple, which she began to delicately play with.

A smile broke out onto her lips. “I can make this work.”

(Christina)

‘OHGODOHGODOHGODOHGODOHGOD!’

Not much in the way of thought processing, but it was all that seemed available to Christina at that moment. Was this really what was happening to her, one of her best friends wrapped around her, their bodies barely covered and soaking wet, kissing, their tongues…

‘Oh, God,’ she thought again, realizing that Kelsey’s tongue was indeed swirling and stroking upon her own, their lips all the while held together. Then there were Kelsey’s hands, one tracing multiple paths along her inner thighs, the other actually within her bathing suit, fingering her crack, a finger actually…

A finger was pushing into her asshole, attempting to break deep within her.

Shock leaving her, Christina’s hands finally came to her defense, trying to push Kelsey away. The girl’s chest, however, was what they found, and each hand was suddenly groping one of the Kelsey’s fleshy mounds.

“Someone’s enjoying this more than I expected,” Kelsey moaned huskily, voice coated in what was, to Christina’s unwanted realization, lust. Quickly, the hands lowered themselves, gripping now at Kelsey’s waist. Useless, as any pressure she applied allowed her friend to slip from her grasp. “Must you fight so hard? If you just give in, you might have some fun.”

“Kelsey, please,” she gasped, breathing whenever she got the chance. All she could do with her arms, it seemed, was flail aimlessly or pleasure Kelsey; she let them fall back to her side.

“Come on, you can put those hands to good use.” Suddenly, Christina felt a grinding against her leg, where the other girl’s crotch was- had been- resting. “There’s another kind of wetness in this pool, waiting for you to feel it.”

“This isn’t right. We’re both girls.”

“That would matter if I weren’t a lesbian.”

“But I’m not!” Christina squirmed, stopping as soon as she realized the pressure that applied to her red-headed captor’s groin. “And I’m a virgin!”

“Well, I knew that, dear. Admittedly, though, does a day ever go by where your thoughts stay pure and virginal? I’ve been meaning to tell you, that’s an exquisite dildo in your underwear drawer. Does it fill you up just right?”

Christina gasped again then, but not from a need to breath; no, it was from the horrifying shock of what Kelsey had just uttered. She knew. How? Dear God, how could she know?

“Oh, like your bras and panties are something I haven’t rifled through,” Kelsey chuckled. With a sigh, she pressed forward, allowing her hands to slip from the spots they’d been feeling. They came up to rest on Christina’s shoulders, similar to the lips that moved to nuzzle her earlobe. “Jenny was hesitant, too, and- yes, I’ve had many a fun night with her, and don’t look so surprised. But you’re the one I want. You're single, unattached. Maybe you are straight, and that’s fine in the long run, for me, anyway. Just say three words truthfully, and I will let you go. Tell me that you are not excited at the moment, that there is no part of you that doesn’t want to lose that irrelevant title of virgin before we have even left this tub. Say to me this: ‘I’m not wet.’”

And the major part of her brain, the sane part, screamed those words, begged her to unleash them as a shriek into Kelsey’s ear. But her mother had raised no liar, and she wasn’t talking about being wet from the tub, Christina knew. She was talking about the aching, burning slickness that was her vagina, the place she wanted to feel touched by another’s hand.

She leaned her head back, allowing herself to resume the kiss.