I pulled off my jock, and my prick snapped to attention. Angie and I stared at each other’s bodies. There was about a foot between the head of my twitching penis and her stomach. I could feel my penis throbbing. We were broth breathing fast. All I had to do was step forward and she was mine for the taking. I knew it with absolute certainty. So did Angie.
Somehow I got control of myself. I quickly turned around, grabbed one of my swim suits, and pulled it on. I had trouble getting it over my penis. It was sticky with pre-cum.
When I turned around, Angie was still naked. “Do we really need suits, Don? I know you have skinny-dipping parties up here! Why don’t we do that?”
I had trouble speaking. “Unh . . . Unh . . . No, not tonight, Angie. I really need to swim my laps, and I can’t do it very well dragging an oar!”
Angie laughed, and her breasts bounced. “All right, but you need to dress me! Otherwise, I’ll swim like this!” I knew that I wouldn’t stop once I touched her. The carnal desire I felt was now nearly beyond irresistible. I ran my eyes over her breasts and down to her dark, bushy pussy. If it were possible, my penis got even harder. Somewhere, hidden among those thick curls, was what I disparately desired. “You can swim any way you want, but I’m wearing my suit. And I’m not going to dress you!” I finally managed to say, momentarily beating back the testosterone rush.
Angie looked a little hurt. She pulled her tiny bikini bottoms on, then put her breasts into the top. She turned around and said, “If you want me to wear the top, you’ll have to fasten it for me!”
Yeah, sure. I gave her a little victory and fastened the two snaps at the back. Angie turned back to face me. She looked as if she was getting ready to cry. “Don’t you like my body?”
“Angie, I like your body too dammed much! But you’re playing a dangerous game with me, and if you get me any more worked up, I’ll rape you just like Bud tried last night.”
Angie paled for a few seconds. Then she softly said, “You wouldn’t have to rape me, Don. I’m yours if you want me.”
Ohmigod! I fought for her and won, and she knew she was mine! “Yes, I want you, Angie.” I grabbed her shoulders and turned her toward the door and gently pushed her up the stairs. “First laps, then we can talk about other things – like sex!”
It was almost completely dark. The moon had not yet risen, and the only illumination came from a few street lights a half mile below us and from the trillions of stars overhead. There was a gentle breeze. It was incredibly romantic. Faint lightning flashed far off to the north, well over the horizon. I entered the pool in a racing dive and began to swim my laps. My erection gradually subsided.
I had left an old plastic abacus on the end of the pool, and each time I swam four lengths, I added one to the total on the abacus. A good part of a half hour later the total on the abacus was sixteen, so I had done my sixteen-hundred meters, or about a mile. I swam down to the shallow end and walked around, trying to get my breath back. Angie jumped in and splashed me.
I didn’t mind. I kept dipping myself in the water to rinse of my sweat. Angie swam over and wrapped herself around me, face-to-face. “Aren’t you going to kiss me?” She asked and pouted.
Inside the pool it was almost completely dark. Angie was little more than a dark gray female shape wearing a pale yellow bikini which was now pressed against my body. I couldn’t tell if her eyes were open or closed. I kissed her and began to nibble on her lips. Her hands ran up and down my back. She made happy sounds in her throat.
Her tongue burst into my mouth, and I began to gently suck on it. Angie moaned. I released her tongue, and pushed mine into her mouth. We tongue-wrestled for a couple of minutes.
Angie began to rub her hands down to my buttocks and thighs, feeling my muscles, enlarged now because of my exercise. She was obviously getting very aroused. I again felt a nearly overwhelming desire to peel her suit off and take her, so I put both hands on her waist and tickled her as hard as I could.
Angie shrieked and she jumped off me. We began to play childish splashing and dunking games in the pool, laughing and giggling like little kids. She would let me catch and tickle her, then she would pull away from me, giving each of us plenty of chances to touch each other’s bodies. It was kid stuff, but I began to feel the familiar urge to mate with her rising stronger and stronger. If I didn’t stop soon . . .
I quickly swam to the side and hopped out. I sat on the side with my feet in the water. Angie came over and I lifted her out by her hands, almost popping her breasts out of her top, and sat her down beside me. The night air felt refreshing on my wet body.
“Don’t you want me?” Angie asked. Apparently having sex with me was uppermost on her mind. Well, it was shoving caution aside on its way to the top of my mind, too!
“Angie, I want you more than I can say. But let’s take it easy, OK? We hardly know each other! And last night you were almost raped right here! This just isn’t the best time or place for us to get too, uh, friendly!”
“Last night I’d decided to have sex with Bud. Then he got rough and nasty, and you beat him up. Now I really want to have sex with you!”
“Angie, I didn’t beat Bud up. I tricked him and I got lucky! Besides, we weren’t fighting to see who got your body!”
Angie just sat there for a minute. Then she looked at my face. “Know what’s funny? When we were necking and I let Bud take off my bra, when he looked at me undressed . . . he made me feel like I was doing something wrong. But with you last night and downstairs just now, I didn’t feel guilty at all! I just wanted you to touch me and hold me!”
“Angie, you’re incredibly sexy and I want to make love to you. But this is just too dammed fast! You’re not just some prize I won in a fight!”
“I have the feelings and desires of a woman, and I’m tired of being a virgin! I want to know what it feels like to have your penis . . . ”
Angie abruptly got to her feet and walked quickly away. I could barely see her in the darkness as she stared into the distance, facing away from me with her arms crossed. “I’m not a little girl, dammit! And I’m taking the pill, so you don’t have to worry about that!”
I hopped up, took hold of her upper arms, and turned her back to face me. “Nobody’s going to accuse you of being a little girl, Angie!” And I kissed her. She molded her body to mine and we kissed for a long time, standing by the pool in our wet swim suits.
I broke the kiss. “Saturday. Movie. How about . . .” And I named one. “It’s showing here in town and also in . . .” I named a city about an hour’s drive away. “If we drive there, nobody from around here will see us, and your dad will never find out you went out with me!”
Angie grinned. “I forgot to tell you! Mom’s going to tell Dad that I’m babysitting for Aunt Karen. That’s the town where she lives! Where the movie is! Aunt Karen will cover for me if anyone asks. You can pick me up there! I’ll give you directions the next time I come to the pool!”
“Isn’t she married? What will her husband say?”
“Aunt Karen will think of something clever! Uncle Jack won’t figure it out! She fools him all the time!”
I was struck by the self-assured ease with which these women manipulated their men. Earlier Angie was making full and effective use of her body on me, and here were Doris, Karen, and Angie scheming together to deceive two fully mature males and, most likely, me. Even though I knew that Doris and Karen were also deceiving Angie, I was still impressed.
Thinking about the ease with which women manipulated men, I was not entirely surprised when Angie suddenly reached into the top of my suit and undid my drawstring. In one motion she pulled my trunks to my ankles allowing my erection to slap into her arm. Then she unsnapped her top and shook it off as she pulled down her bottoms. She clung to me, pressing herself against my naked body. I could feel her wet pubic hair against my thigh and penis. It was already hard, but now it began to get even harder.
We stepped out of our suits. Angie kissed me for a long time. I could feel her heart pounding against my chest. The scent and taste of her skin made me moan with excitement as I kissed and licked her face. My penis was throbbing against her crotch and thigh, and I could tell by the movements of her body that she was aware of its pulsing. Her nipples pressed hard against my chest. Again I could smell the sweet scent of her pussy. No matter what Doris wanted, I knew that I was going to make love to Angie in a matter of moments. Angie was seducing me, and there was no way I was going to stop until I felt her screaming in orgasm with my penis buried completely inside her.
I slid my hands up her back and around to her breasts. I began to rub her nipples, and Angie began to moan. I slid one hand between us and began to rub the front of her crotch, and she spread her legs apart, letting me rub between her legs. She gasped. “Please! I want to be a woman with you!” I pressed a finger on her clitoris, and she moaned, “OOOOH!”
Angie took hold of my hand and moved it to several places on her crotch. “I like it when you touch me there! Bud bruised me and it hurts, but not when you’re so gentle!” My fingers were quickly sticky with her juices. Angie began to make soft moans and I could feel her labia spreading open as my fingers moved around her vulva. She was completely unashamed to have me explore her body.
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