The Pool Party – Part 6

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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. At that point, 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 on multiple occasions. In fact, 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 he was too busy for one, working at a startup. What we had together seemed most convenient for us both, so I was nervous to take any further steps.Though I suppose the real reason I was nervous was that I had stronger feelings than I was admitting, even to myself. We had a really fun, easy connection from the start, as friends. Then, adding on the extra layer of sex- the best I’d ever had, by far- I already 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. So, I reminded myself that it definitely didn’t have to mean anything.However, that didn’t stop me from overthinking things, 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, wanting something that felt comfortable and supportive of my DD chest and large ass, while still looking sexy. So when Christina held up the 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 managed to cover all of my bits, 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 this 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 güvenilir bahis 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 was uncomfortable to not have more of a strap on my hips to hold up the bottoms, but they also covered everything they needed to cover. Perhaps the biggest surprise was seeing my own 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 how bad it is – 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.” But then I watched Christina’s face light up when she saw me and knew I was in trouble. “Holy shit, you look HOT!” she gushed.I couldn’t help laughing and trying to brush off the compliment, looking down and pointing out every flaw I saw on my own body. But Christina wasn’t having it. “I’m not kidding – you have to get it! Jack will just die! And I demand that you take a picture of his 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 ‘full coverage’ sporty shit you normally wear will surely give him a very pleasant surprise!” 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 güvenilir bahis siteleri 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 cute and sexy in a tasteful way. But I worried that maybe that meant it wasn’t actually very sexy. 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. ***In the end, I left for the party wearing a thick-strapped yellow sundress that had a sash tied in a bow in front, and strappy brown leather sandals. I packed both swimsuits, unable to talk myself all the way into wearing the gold bikini. I told myself I would make a game-time decision when I arrived and saw what everyone else was wearing, feeling comforted by the one-piece option in my bag.I met Jack at his place since it was on the way to his coworker’s house from mine, so we could drive together. 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 the muscles of his thighs, visible below the hem. Gazing up from there, the thought that there was nothing under them immediately aroused me. Just one layer of fabric between me and his big, gorgeous cock. 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, his hands coming to my hips and quickly sliding back and down to grab two handfuls of my ass, tugging me against him until I could feel his hardening cock pressed against my hip. My hands came to his arms as he pressed himself into me, and iddaa siteleri I heard myself moaning 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 admitted. 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 breathed. 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 three or four 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. His hands slid up my thighs from my knees, pushing up my dress until it bunched around my waist, then gripping the waistband of my panties and tugging down on 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 with one arm while the other hand slid 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 his middle and pointer fingers slid between my lips, rubbing, before slipping into me a little at a time, sliding in and then back out. “Fuck, you’re already so wet,” Jack groaned. “Have you been thinking about wanting me to fuck you before the party?” I gasped and moaned, pulling back from the kiss to look down and watch his hand on me. “Yesss,” I hissed. “I always want you so much.” Jack growled and watched me. I felt his eyes 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 fucking sexy, Jess. I think about you all the time, too,” he breathed. “Oh god,” I groaned, my head rolling back onto the armrest of the couch. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me come!”“Already?” he asked, his voice suddenly huskier.“Yes!” I yelled, grinding on his hand, feeling myself building up to an intense orgasm. “Fuck, your fingers feel so good! I’m gonna come all over them!”“Mmmm fuck, baby. Come on my fucking fingers. I want to feel you squeeze 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.” 

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