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 ï>¿The Pool Party by AJPages

   Jess meets some of Jack's coworkers at a pool party.

   Part 01

   Jack and I had only been hooking up for a few weeks when he invited me
to his coworker's pool party.  I was surprised - we hadn't 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
steps further.

   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 did feel
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 mom.  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!" Christina
retorted.

   "No," I said firmly.  "Bikinis like that were not made to hold my
boobs."

   "Well, I beg to differ.  They have it in your size - why would they make
ones for big boobs if they couldn't hold big boobs?"

   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," I conceded.  "If I agree to try it on and show you why it would
never 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 it 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.
"Very funny."

   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.  I was surprised that the top actually did cover a good amount
of my boobs, and that it felt comfortable and decently secure.  I was a bit
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.  I was
surprised to see myself smiling in the mirror as I looked at myself from
all angles.

   My thoughts were interrupted by Christina's impatient questions from the
other side of the locked fitting room door.  "Do you have it on yet?!  You
have to let me see it no matter how bad it is - you promised!" she whined.

   "Okay, okay," I conceded, taking a deep breath and forcing the smile off
of my face before opening the door, shaking my head.  "It's too much, I
think," 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, and the way it
looked in the bikini.

   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' 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 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 very 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 decided to wear a thick-strapped sundress to the party,
which was white with thin teal stripes, horizontal across the top part and
vertical in the skirt, with a sash tied in a bow in front, and strappy
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 coworkers house
from mine, so we could drive together.  When he opened the door for me, he
was already dressed for the party 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 my eyes were drawn to
the muscles of his tan thighs, visible beneath the trunks.  Gazing up just
a bit from there, I was also immediately aroused by the thought that there
was nothing under them.  Just one layer of fabric between me and his big,
gorgeous cock.  Suddenly I recalled what I'd said to Christina, doubting
that Jack could be 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 wild in
an unexpected way.

   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 in turn and stepping
closer.

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

   "Mmhmm," 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 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.  "Maybe
we should do something about that before we go, then," he breathed.

   He pulled back just a bit to look into my eyes as he grabbed a handful
of my hair and tugged a bit, causing me to gasp, my lips parted.  I stared
back into 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.

   This was the sort of thing that worried me.  Every time we were
together, it felt so intense.  I wasn't sure how to keep things from
getting too close too fast with Jack when I was constantly feeling like I
was melting into a puddle whenever he touched me.  From the beginning, we'd
set out exploring our turn-ons together.  He'd asked me what I liked and
what I wanted, which were somehow not questions I'd ever been asked before
in a sexual context.  It made me curious to ask him in return, wanting to
know what I could possibly do to make him feel the same way.  Jack was
helping me to discover things about myself that brought on pleasure like I
never imagined when I was with anyone else.

   He swept me along the 3 or 4 steps to his couch and gently pushed me
down to sit before kneeling beside me and leaning over, urging me onto my
back.  I leaned back against the armrest and wrapped 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 my
dress up until it was 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 start
teasing 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.

   "Ohhhhh god," I groaned, my head rolling back onto the armrest of the
couch.  "Fuck, 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.  "Fuck, your fingers feel so good!  I'm gonna cum all over
them!"

   "Mmmm fuck, baby.  Cum on my fucking fingers.  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 writhing and bucking
wildly as I slid myself further onto his fingers until I felt his knuckles
pressing into my pussy lips.  My fingers combed up into his chestnut hair
and tugged as my whole body convulsed.

   "Fuck!" Jack muttered, fighting against my movements to continue rubbing
my clit and fingering me as I rode out the orgasm.

   Finally, I started coming down, moaning and breathing hard, my grip in
Jack's hair loosening until my hands were sliding back down to his neck,
his shoulders, then his chest.

   "Fuck, 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 slight 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,
feeling my pussy clench at the sight.

   "You taste so fucking delicious," Jack said, once he'd finished sucking
off his fingers.

   "Fuck," I muttered, suddenly unsure how to form any other 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 wasn't sure how to respond and just stared up at him, a slight smile
playing at my lips.

   Then Jack reached back down and I felt him gently sliding 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, bringing them to
my lips this time.  I knew right away what he wanted me to do, and that I
wanted it, too.  I parted my lips for him and felt him slide his fingers
into my mouth, slowly at first, just up to his first knuckle.  I started
sucking on them lightly, moaning at my taste and just from the act itself.
Then Jack started working his fingers further into my mouth, bit-by-bit,
until he was pushing them deep, down my throat.  I gagged a bit, at which
point he started pulling back slowly, allowing me to suck the rest of my
juices from his fingers.

   "Mmm, 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, starting to tug his shirt up, over his head.

   He allowed me to pull the shirt off, then resumed kissing me before his
lips trailed over my jawline to my chin, then back down to my neck and
shoulder.  He started groping my breasts through the dress, then rushed to
untie the sash in front before pushing up on the bunched fabric at my waist
and pulling until I was leaning up and holding my arms up, allowing him to
pull 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.  Then his lips and tongue trailed down my chest until
he was rolling his tongue around each nipple and sucking each breast into
his mouth in turn.

   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 then rubbing his now rock-hard cock through
the smooth fabric.

   "Fuck!" 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 was leaning back up over me and pressing 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 want more," I responded before looking down to find the drawstring of
his shorts and tugging.  As soon as it was loose, I hooked both pointer
fingers into the waistband of his trunks and tugged, loosening the cord,
before reaching inside and wrapping my hand around his smooth, hard cock. I
stroked him just a few times like that before pushing down on the shorts
with my other hand.  Jack helped me to push them down his legs the rest of
the way, until he was kicking them off without getting off of me.

   Then, he got back up on his knees over me, cupping behind my head and
pulling me into another deep kiss as I reached down to keep stroking him,
guiding him to my entrance right away.

   He groaned and pulled back just a bit 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 was reaching down
to grip his cock and then rubbing it up and down along my pussy lips for
just a couple strokes before finding my entrance and pushing into me.

   I gasped when I felt the bare head of his cock enter me, and then moaned
as Jack pulled himself back out, penetrating me like that a few times
before letting go and sinking all 8 inches into me, the full weight of his
hips coming down onto me.

   "Ohhhh fuck," he growled into my ear.  "God, you feel so fucking
incredible, Jess."

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

   "Ohhhhh 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, one of his legs sliding
out so that he could brace his foot on the floor like a kickstand.  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 my head against the
armrest as he continued to fuck me, holding my legs against his chest with
one arm, my feet dangling in the air by his head, while his other hand
reached down and he started rubbing circles over my clit with his thumb
once again.

   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.  That feels so fucking good."

   Jack just groaned.  "Yeah, cum on my cock, Jess.  Fuck, I want to feel
you squeezing around me.  I'm so fucking close already, you feel so good
like this.  You cum on my cock and then I'm gonna pull out and cum on your
stomach, okay?"

   I shook my head, looking right into him.  "No, cum inside me!  Please!"
I begged.  Jack already knew that I was on birth control, so I hoped that
he would feel safe enough to do as I wished.

   "Fuck!" he yelled, suddenly freezing inside of me, focusing on rubbing
my clit.  "I'm so fucking close.  Are you sure?"

   I looked up at him and nodded, my face furrowed, starting to grind on
his cock, wanting to feel him thrusting again.  "Yes, I'm sure!  I want to
feel you cum inside of me.  I want to cum with you, Jack!"

   "Fuuuuuccckkk," 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.  "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!  I'm gonna cum on
your cock when I feel it!  Please!  Cum inside of my pussy!  I need it!"

   Jack let go then, his thrusts becoming spastic as he came.  I felt
several hot spurts of his cum shooting into me as he continued thrusting,
and I reached down to take over for his hand, rubbing my clit frantically
until I was cumming moments later, writhing under him, squeezing around
him.

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

   I sighed and wrapped my body around his, combing my fingers through his
hair once more to smooth it down, and rubbing over the slight scratches I'd
left on his back.

   Jack kissed me again deeply before peeling himself off of me, our skin
feeling stuck together in places 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 offering me a hand to help me up as well.  I let him pull me
gently to my feet and pulled him into another kiss before releasing his
hand.

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

   "Yeah it was," I grinned back, giddily.  But then the worry came back,
too.  It was still crazy to me, how good everything felt with Jack.  And to
think that he was feeling that too was the most intoxicating part of it
all. But being with him felt dangerous.  I knew how much I had to lose,
which made me wonder whether I should be holding back more than I was.  The
trouble was, I really couldn't help giving into him.  It was always like
this, every time we were together.  Still, I felt a need to force us out of
the moment.  "I think we're running a bit late now, though."

   Jack smiled and nodded, pulling back to start gathering up our clothes.
"Just a bit." He handed my panties back to me and draped my dress onto the
couch while I pulled my bra back up, then stepped back into his trunks and
pulled them up over his hips.

   I found myself once again hypnotized, watching 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, then retying the sash.

   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.  I
brought my panties into the bathroom to clean up a bit, and then we were
finally ready to head out to the party.



   Part 02

   Jess is worried abou meeting Jack's friends at a pool party.

   Jack had originally told me that the party was starting at noon, but it
was nearly 1:30 by the time we arrived.  One of his coworkers named Pete
was the homeowner, and he was the first to greet us at the door.  He was a
lanky guy with an enormous mouth/smile that seemed to take up much of his
face.  But something about the leering look in his eyes when he first
greeted me with a too-friendly hug gave me a bad vibe from the start.  I
thought I sensed a tense reaction from Jack, too.  But when I gave him a
questioning look as we headed inside, he just smiled at me and seemed to
brush it off.

   We walked through the house, coming in through the living room to the
kitchen, where Pete got us each a drink.  Jack took a beer, and I opted for
vodka with lemonade.  Then we went out back through sliding glass doors
that led to the yard and pool area, where the rest of the guests were
standing around talking, drinking, and listening to music.  Since we were
so late for the party, it surprised me to see that there were only a few
others there by now.  There were five guys other than Jack, including Pete,
and one woman, all of them near our age by the looks of it, late 20s to
early/mid 30s.

   Jack introduced us all, and I tried my best to come up with a way of
remembering all of their names.

   Claire was easy to remember, and not just because she was the only other
woman present.  She had vivid green eyes, and a few tattoos that were
already visible, uncovered by the multi-color cover-up she wore over her
swimsuit: one on the back of her shoulder, another on her inner wrist, and
a third on her ankle.  Shorter than me, Claire had dark brown hair that
just about reached her shoulders.  She seemed outgoing and friendly, and
genuinely happy to have another female at this apparent "sausage-fest," as
she called it.  As she said so, I realized I felt the same way.

   Scott was very cute, just a little taller than me, and reminded me a bit
of the actor Michael Ealy, with beautiful light blue eyes.

   Dan was a rather generic tall, handsome white guy- your typical
All-American looking, Ken doll type with short-cropped brown hair.  My
first thought was that he would've been 'the cute one' if he ever joined a
boy band.

   Ari and Johnny were grilling, but turned their attention to Jack and me
as he introduced me.  Ari was a bit on the shorter side and slim, with
longer, wavy black hair and bronze skin.  I recognized his name from
hearing Jack talk about him before, and got the sense that he was the
comedian of the group, and also the butt of most jokes.

   Johnny was a tall, bigger guy wearing a backwards baseball cap, who
seemed a little nervous as he mostly avoided meeting my eyes when Jack
introduced us.

   At that point, I was still assuming that there must be others coming.  I
asked, "Is everyone else coming in your department, too?" I posed the
question to the group, rather than anyone in particular, looking around at
all of them.

   There was a bit of an awkward moment, in which the guys all seemed to
share a secret look, before Jack turned back to me and answered, "We're the
last ones, actually."

   "Yeah, and we were wondering whether you were really gonna show!" Dan
jeered, giving Jack a playful jab in the arm.

   Jack actually blushed a bit as he smiled at me and brushed off the joke.

   I figured he was thinking about what happened on his couch earlier,
which resulted in our lateness.  And now I was, too.  I smiled back
briefly, then noticed that everyone was still dressed and didn't appear to
have been in the pool yet.  Before I had a chance to ask about it, Pete
explained he was still running the pool vacuum, but it should be ready for
us soon.

   ***

   While we waited for the pool to be ready, Ari and Johnny finished
grilling and we ate, continued drinking, and chatting.  I still thought I
was picking up on a weird vibe amongst the guys and Claire, but they were
all being nice enough, asking me questions about myself and answering
whatever questions I posed.  As the afternoon went on, I gradually became
more comfortable.

   At some point, Claire noticed that my drink was nearly empty and invited
me into the kitchen with her for a refill.  I agreed easily and followed,
happy to continue chatting with her one-on-one.

   As soon as we were out of earshot of the guys, I allowed my curiosity to
get the best of me and asked Claire, "So how is it really, working at a
company that's basically 99% male?  Is it as bad as it sounds?" I could
feel the alcohol seeping into my system by now, putting me at ease and
motivating me to ask what I wanted to.

   Claire smiled back at me as she got the lemonade from the refrigerator,
then grabbed the vodka to pour us each a refill.  "Well, not bad bad.  Not
for me, anyway.  Most of the guys here are cool," she responded, with a
quick glance out to the yard.  "But that may be because I have them all
convinced that I'm a lesbian."

   My eyes bugged out as she finished pouring lemonade into my cup and
handed it back to me.  "You're not?!"

   Claire bit her lip and shrugged.  "Not exactly.  I'm Bi, but definitely
more on the gay end of the spectrum.  It did the trick, though.  I still
deal with inappropriate jokes here and there, but at least they rarely
bother with the flirting, a.k.a.  harassment, bullshit." Then, leaning
closer to me a bit conspiratorially, she whispered, "Don't tell anyone!"

   I laughed.  "Your secret's safe, trust me!"

   She laughed, too.  "Good, thanks."

   "So how much have you had to play it up to keep them convinced?" I asked
then, curiously.

   Claire shrugged.  "Oh, I have a whole profile on Tinder dedicated to
looking for pussy."

   She said it so nonchalantly that I started cracking up, liking her more
with each exchange.

   She got out her phone and swiped to open the app, showing me her profile
and some comments and matches she'd received.  My interest piqued as she
told me about one woman in particular who she'd met up with recently.

   "Don't tell me you just went out with her to keep the guys at work off
your back?"

   Claire laughed, too.  "No," she admitted, demurely.  "She was really
hot."

   I smiled back and blushed a bit.

   "So maybe it's a convincing lie because it's really not a lie," she
admitted.

   I laughed a little, nervously.  Then took a sip of my drink and cleared
my throat before responding.  "Yeah, that makes sense."

   Claire gave me a more curious grin, then.

   We were interrupted by one guy yelling from outside, teasing Claire.  I
recognized Pete's voice calling, "Claire, stop hogging our guest!  We
already know she likes cock, so you can stop wasting your time!"

   Claire just rolled her eyes and shook her head.  "See what I mean?"

   I laughed with her and took my drink, following her back outside.

   ***

   We'd all had quite a lot to drink by the time Pete reported that the
pool was open for business.  I was on my 3rd vodka lemonade, and I knew the
others had quite a head start on Jack and I, before we arrived.  Part of me
wondered whether it was a bad idea to get in the pool at that point, but I
didn't fight it.

   The others were already wearing their suits, so the guys started
stripping off t-shirts and getting into the pool right away, cannon-balling
and flipping in, showing off.

   Claire pulled off her coverup, and I noticed she was wearing a pink
halter bikini.  My eyes caught on her breasts, which were larger than I'd
originally noticed in the dress she was wearing.  Not as big as mine, but
what seemed to be a perfect handful.  Not sure where that thought came
from, I blinked and forced my eyes away from her, but not before noting
that her swimsuit had thicker straps and a wider waistband than the stringy
gold option I'd brought.  I decided at that point to go with the black one
piece suit I brought and already started rehearsing my explanation for
Christina.  'There was only one other girl there and her suit wasn't skimpy
like the gold one!'

   Jack and I were the last ones left on the deck, and the others were
calling from the pool for us to join.

   "I just have to change first!" I called back.  Then I turned to Jack and
told him, "You should get in.  I'll be right back."

   "Use the guest room - at the end of the hall on the right!" Pete called
back from the pool.  Then there was a wink and some kind of look exchanged
between him and Jack that I nearly missed.

   Jack looked from me to Pete, then back and grinned mischievously.  "Sure
you don't need help to get your suit on?"

   I laughed.  "I think I'll manage."

   He laughed back.  "I'm excited to see what it looks like.  You sure I
can't have the first peek?"

   I smiled and blushed, looking over at the others, splashing around in
the pool, but also suddenly quiet, as if trying to listen in on our
conversation.  "I think your friends will notice if we both disappear," I
whispered.

   Jack shrugged.  "I'm not worried about that.  I'm sure they'd
understand."

   I laughed some more and then turned to walk into the house, letting Jack
decide what to do.  I could feel his eyes on my ass as I made my way back
through the kitchen, then turned the corner to walk down the short hallway
in search of the guest room.

   Sure enough, I heard and felt Jack's rushed footsteps coming down the
hall behind me and smiled to myself before I even felt his body pressed up
against mine from behind as we stood in the guest room doorway.  I felt one
of his arms wrap around my waist right away, while the other hand pulled
the hair back from my shoulder and neck, clearing a path for his lips.  I
shivered and sighed involuntarily when I felt him kiss me there.  He
pressed his hips into me in response, his semi-hard cock brushing against
my ass and lower back.

   Jack groaned and mumbled, "Let's get you naked," into my ear as he
started pulling up on my dress once again.

   I laughed and turned around, pulling out of his arms.  "I think I better
take care of that myself," I warned.

   He just smiled and stayed put, his eyes roaming over me leisurely.

   'Fuck,' I cursed inwardly.  I didn't think I'd ever get used to the
feeling I got from seeing him look at me like that.  It was a fluttering
that started in my stomach and ended up in my pussy.  I bit my lip, trying
not to let Jack see the full smile he was earning.

   "You should probably wait outside," I tried again, feeling my resolve
weakening.

   Jack just peeled off his own t-shirt in response, still grinning that
unfairly gorgeous grin.  His eyes felt like they were boring into mine, and
it wasn't the first time I questioned whether he might actually be capable
of hypnosis and/or mind reading.  I felt my heart hammering in my chest as
my eyes trailed down his naked torso to the sexy trail of hair that
disappeared into his swim trunks.  Fuck.

   He knew what he was doing to me, that look on his face suddenly seeming
devilish as he said, "Your turn.  Take off your dress."

   My knees went weak suddenly, hearing him command me like that.  It was
something I'd recently discovered about myself with him.  Hearing him give
me orders and telling me what to do turned my insides into tingling jelly
in an instant.  I felt the heat radiating from my cheeks, my earlobes, and
between my legs, and I knew it had nothing to do with the rising
temperature outside.  I swallowed and did as I was told, pulling the dress
up over my head in one movement.

   Jack licked his lips, glancing back briefly to the open doorway.  Just
acknowledging that we were both allowing the door to remain open.

   I wondered whether he'd move to close it, but he didn't.

   "Now the bra and panties," he ordered.

   I had to focus to ensure I was still breathing as I reached back to
unhook my bra, peeling it off before reaching down to do the same thing to
my panties.  I tossed them onto the bed beside my bag, but then Jack
reached out an open hand, palm facing up.  I thought I knew what he wanted,
but asked to be sure.

   "The panties?"

   He nodded.

   A sigh escaped my lips, sounding more like a whimper, as I stepped
forward to hand him my panties.

   "Good girl," Jack growled, bunching my panties up in his fist and
bringing them to his nose for a sniff.

   I watched his every move, transfixed.  Desperate to see and hear his
reaction.  I wasn't disappointed, as he groaned and closed his eyes, taking
in my scent.

   Then came his next command: "Lay back on the bed."

   My eyes widened a bit.  I felt unsure about what Jack was asking me to
do.  But in some ways, I had already come to trust him more than myself to
know my limits.  He'd pushed me past what I thought I wanted so many times
already, with only intensely pleasurable results.

   I took too long to respond.  Jack took one step closer.  "Did you hear
me?"

   His deep voice sent a thrill straight up my spine and I felt myself
writhing on the spot, squeezing my thighs together to ease the throbbing in
my pussy.

   "Yes," I answered softly.

   "What was that?" he boomed.

   I gasped when I heard him, knowing the others outside might hear too if
he got much louder.  I knew that's what he meant to threaten, and felt an
arousing swirl of excitement and fear rush over me.

   "Yes, I heard you," I tried again, louder, then biting my lip.

   "I don't see you moving," he replied sternly.

   My chest heaving slightly, I held his gaze and felt his power.  The
power I gave him, that I wanted him to have over me.  Without another
thought, I climbed to the middle of the bed and lay on my back.  "Like
this?" I asked, to be sure.

   "Yes, just like that," Jack confirmed.  "Now spread your legs for me, as
wide as you can.  Hold them back."

   I sighed, my head rolling back, and did as I was told, opening myself up
to him in the open room.

   He moved to kneel just before me, sitting back on his heels as his hands
ran over the backs of my thighs lightly.  Then he brought a hand to my
pussy.  I leaned up to watch, moaning as he rubbed all four fingers and his
palm over my mound, his thumb rolling circles over my clit.  Then he took
his middle and pointer fingers and curved them inside of me again, feeling
how wet I still was for him.  My face furrowed with pleasure, eyes bouncing
from his hand to his eyes, to the growing bulge in his swim trunks.

   Jack swallowed.  "I can't stop thinking about how good it felt to come
inside of you earlier," he said.  "And that there might still be some of my
come inside of you right now."

   I nodded, biting my lip.  "Yeah, I like that."

   "You like having my come inside of you?" he confirmed.

   "Yesss," I hissed.  "I like that a lot."

   "Mmm, good girl," he said, letting me see a hint of a smile on his lips.

   I smiled back broadly, trying to tempt him to do the same.

   Instead, he slid down onto his stomach, bringing his mouth to my pussy.
I gasped as I felt his mouth close over me there, his tongue tracing the
lines of my lips before delving into me.

   "Oh, fuck!" I yelled, unable to stifle my reaction to having his tongue
inside of me.  My head fell back against the mattress and I closed my eyes,
focusing on the sensation of Jack's tongue thrusting in and out of me,
curling and rubbing along my inner walls, tasting me, and probably himself,
thoroughly.

   My thighs quivered and quaked involuntarily, squeezing around his head
when I felt his moan reverberating through me there.  He grunted and
brought his hands to my inner thighs to press them back and down.  I
resumed holding them out of his way so that he could trail his hands down
until they were cupping my ass.  He squeezed my ass and then lifted it up,
running his tongue up and down along my slit, to my asshole.

   My breathing became more ragged.  I was practically panting, trying to
keep myself from moaning too loudly as I watched and felt Jack's mouth all
over me.  He started making his way up to my clit, but agonizingly slowly.
I struggled to contain the writhing of my hips, to keep myself from
thrusting up against his face.

   When Jack finally came to my clit, he grazed the tip of his tongue over
it once, twice, lightly before pulling back completely.

   I groaned in frustration, leaning up to watch him kneel back up again.

   "Show me your swimsuit," he ordered.

   "Okay," I sighed, tingling with unfulfilled need.  I sat up and reached
for my bag.  "I brought two," I admitted, then.

   "Why did you bring two?"

   "Because I didn't know which one I'd want to wear," I responded simply.
I pulled out both suits, laying the black one-piece and the gold bikini on
the bed beside me.

   Jack eyed them both, licking his lips.  "That seems like an easy fucking
decision to me," he growled.

   I smiled a bit, despite myself.  I couldn't resist.

   Jack even broke character for a moment to smile back, and we both
laughed a little.

   "Why wouldn't you wear the gold one?" he asked.  "I bet it looks
incredible on you."

   I shrugged self-consciously, looking down.  "I wasn't sure I'd feel
comfortable in it.  And now I feel like it would be a little much to wear
in front of your friends out there.  Don't you think?" I asked.

   An inscrutable look crossed over Jack's face then.

   "What is it?" I asked quickly, picking up on the same weirdness I'd
noticed earlier.  The looks that he and the other guys seemed to give each
other.

   Jack hesitated before responding.  "Nothing.  I still think you should
wear the gold one.  Can I see you try it on?"

   "Ok," I answered, dutifully.  I got up and stood at the foot of the bed,
picking up the gold bikini and figuring out the strings to put it on.

   Jack turned around to lie back on the bed in my place, hands behind his
head, looking relaxed.

   I noticed his posture as I dressed and smiled.  "Enjoying the show?" I
asked playfully.

   "Very much," he winked.

   I tied the last string and pulled at the sparse fabric of the bikini a
little to make sure it was in place, looking myself over with scrutiny
before looking up to note Jack's reaction.

   His eyes were roving over me, slowly and appreciatively.

   "Do you like it?" I asked, blushing with self consciousness.

   "Yeah, I like it a lot," Jack said.

   "Can I see how much?" I asked, glancing towards the open door again,
then back at him.  Smiling, biting my lip.

   Jack chuckled.

   My eyes trailed down over his body, down to the bulge in the front of
his shorts.  Under my gaze, it twitched slightly, just enough for me to
notice.

   My eyes widened, and I looked back up to meet Jack's.

   He grinned back up at me.  "Told you I like it a lot."

   I laughed, shrugging.  "I don't know.  I think I'm going to put the
other one on instead."

   I reached for the black swimsuit, but Jack was quicker.  He snatched it
away and slid it under the pillows at the top of the bed.

   I scrunched up my face and gave him a look as I moved around to the side
of the bed and tried to lean over to get the suit back from him, but he
pulled it away again.  Then, he grabbed onto my arms and sat up to pull me
back onto the bed.  We struggled together playfully until he had me pinned
down on my back underneath him, his knees on either side of my thighs, feet
hooked over mine to pin my legs down, hands holding my wrists against the
mattress on either side of my head.  I started breathing heavier when I
felt him pin my wrists down like that, my chest heaving a bit.

   Jack noticed, his eyes roaming over my partly covered breasts as they
rose and fell with my breath.  Then he adjusted, pushing my wrists up
further, over my head on the mattress, and switched to hold them both down
with one hand while his other reached down and slid into my bikini bottoms.

   I gasped when I felt his fingers there, still so turned on.

   He rubbed along my slit before dipping two fingers inside, feeling my
wetness as my pussy squeezed around him.

   "Fuck," I muttered, straining against Jack's hold, writhing under him.

   "You sound frustrated," Jack noted, smirking down at me.

   I laughed a little, but it came out more like a whimper.

   "Do you want to come?" Jack asked, staring straight into me.

   "Yesss," I breathed.  "I need to." I felt his hard cock twitch against
my hip in response.

   "How badly do you need it?" he asked, slipping his fingers out of me and
rubbing circles over my clit.

   I moaned louder, writhing under him, thrusting my hips up against his
hand as much as I could manage.  "That feels so good!  Please don't stop,"
I begged.

   I should've known what would come next.  As soon as he heard me beg,
Jack pulled his fingers out from under my bikini completely.

   I groaned at the withdrawal, hips writhing, needing more.  "Please,
Jack," I tried again.

   "You need me to make you come, right?" he taunted.

   "Yessss!  Please...  put your fingers back there...  or your mouth... 
or your cock...  I just need you..." I breathed.

   "Mmmm," Jack groaned, despite himself.  Then, "Tell me you'll keep this
bikini on," he demanded.

   "What?" I asked, breathlessly.

   "You heard me," he said, holding my gaze, his hand coming to my jaw,
holding my face still, keeping my eyes on him.  "The bikini stays on, or
you don't come.  Not now, not at all tonight."

   I whimpered again, my whole body struggling to writhe under him with my
growing need.  "Fuck!" I cursed, my head rolling back.

   Jack's hand slid down to my neck then, and squeezed.

   I moaned so loudly then that the other's likely would've heard it from
down the hall through the still-open door.  "Okay!" I gasped.

   "Say it," he commanded.

   "I'll wear the bikini," I conceded, feeling the vibration of my vocal
cords against his hand as he squeezed my neck.

   Then, a slow release.  "Good girl," he breathed, his grip on my throat
loosening.

   Then he was sliding down, coming between my legs again, tugging my
bikini bottoms aside, exposing my soaked lips.  He looked up at me again,
smiling.  Hesitating.  "Tell me what you want."

   My hips were writhing and rolling up towards him with need, wanting
more. "I want to feel more of your mouth on me," I breathed.  "Please! 
Fuck!"

   Jack licked his lips as he smiled up at me, taunting.  "You want my
tongue?"

   "Yessssss," I hissed.

   Finally, he leaned in and softly kissed my lips, lightly licking up and
down each side.

   I breathed out another moan and kept going, my hands coming to the back
of his head to press him down where I wanted him.  "I want your tongue and
your lips on my clit."

   Jack immediately removed my hands from the back of his head, bringing
them down to my sides and holding them there.  I felt him teasing me,
flicking his tongue over my clit just once before using his tongue to
separate my lips, sliding up and down between them, under my clit, then
around the top.

   "FUCK!" I yelled out, no longer caring how loud I was being.  The
moaning and whimpering and begging were beyond my control.  "Oh god... 
please...  Jack...  fuck...  pleeeeaasssseee!"

   Finally, he started circling the tip of my clit with his tongue.

   "Yessss!  Fuck, that feels so good!" I breathed, grinding on his face,
my pussy clenching.

   He pulled back again to lick down between my lips to my opening, pushing
his tongue inside and tasting me.

   A steady stream of moans spilled out of me as Jack continued building me
up.  "Mmmmmmm ohhhh my god!.  Oh yessss!  Fuck, that feels so good!  Please
don't stop!"

   He returned to my clit next, circling it.  I felt his lips covering my
clit and sucking as his fingers slid up to my dripping entrance.  Two
fingers pushed inside and curled, pressing up under my clit.

   "Ohhhhhhh god!" I moaned, squeezing around Jack's fingers.  "Fuck!"

   He started licking harder circles on my clit as he moved his fingers
inside, pressing into my g spot.

   My thighs squeezed around his head, trapping him there as I bucked and
whimpered and yelled more desperate pleas for him to continue.  I felt him
licking faster, moaning into my pussy and breathing hard, trying to catch
his breath as he licked me.  His fingers picked up the pace as well, his
hand moving deeper inside of me.  I felt the wetness from inside of me
mingling with Jack's saliva and dripping down my ass.

   He looked up at me then, pulling back just enough to command me to,
"come now.  come for me."

   I groaned and pushed his head back down as he went back to licking.  I
felt myself building, ready to roll over the edge, grinding on his face and
cursing wildly.  And then I was there, my whole body spasming as I planted
my feet on the bed and thrusted up against his face, holding his head down
and rubbing my pussy against his stubble, making a mess all over his face.
Jack moaned, and that just spurred me on as I came hard on his face, his
tongue, and his fingers.

   When I felt the waves of pleasure finally subside, I relaxed back on the
bed with a last curse.  "Fuck," I breathed, loosening my grasp on Jack's
head, breathing hard.

   "Mmmmm, that's my good little slut," he growled, slowly pulling back,
slipping his fingers out of me.

   I smiled and bit my lip without opening my eyes, chuckling with him. 
"That was so fucking good," I sighed.

   "It looked amazing!" someone said, the voice coming from the open
doorway.