“Pool first,” I decide. “Don’t want to peak too early.” I pull my shirt off and unbutton my jeans. There are alreadyseveral people in the pool, splashing and playing. I start to push my jeans from my hips and stop halfway.
Emerging on the pool ladder, pulling her soaking wet body out of the water in slow motion—it feels like slow motion, or my brain has fried—is Lisa. An angel in a purple fucking bikini. Every inch of perfectly taught skin dripping with droplets, her white-blonde hair darker where it’s weighed down by water and slicked back. She stops at the top of the ladder and swipes her hands up over her face and over her hair to wring it out back into the pool. As she hits the cold night air, her nipples poke at the thin fabric of her bikini. A bikini that only covers the most intimate areas, tied at her hips, her neck, and her back. The perfectly round swell of her breasts visible on each side of the little triangles covering them.
I could just pluck one of those little bows and have her naked. I could press my body to hers and feel the dampness of her skin all up against mine. I could suck the water from her tits and feel the heat of her pussy with my fingers while we were out in the crisp December air.
“Dude, you’re drooling,” Jake deadpans.
I swipe my hand over my mouth to find that I’m notactuallydrooling, and slap his shoulder but my attention is drawn back to the woman I’ve spent the last week getting to know via text and phone calls. I’d forgotten just how utterly stunning she is. Tall, slim, endless legs, and great tits. Nothing compares to the smile that lights up the whole fucking party though. She’s talking to a guy when I find her again and an ugly thing grips at my chest, making my nostrils flare. I stomp over to her, mentally urging myself to remember that she’s not actually mine yet. Even though she totally fucking is.
“Hey,” I say, trying for casual but coming out much angrier than intended.
She turns and that smile only grows at seeing me, which releases some of the tension in my shoulders. “Harry!” She leaps at me, her arms wrapping themselves around my neck as mine double up around her waist. How can she feel so warm in this cold? She smells of chlorine and the lingeringscent of her perfume: berries and vanilla. I don’t let go when she first tries to pull away and to my absolute delight, she giggles and just holds me tight again. I glare at the guy she was talking to, a handsome fuck with floppy brown hair and black trunks, nothing else. He’s got a decent body but I’m bigger. I could take him.
Lisa pulls away and I let her. “I’m so glad you’re here,” she says to me with a sweet smile that I can’t help but return, looking at that sugar-pink mouth that I’m still betting would look fantastic stretched over my cock.
“Me too,” I rasp. “Even more so now I know you’re here.”
She bites that soft bottom lip and my dick struggles against the confines of my trunks and jeans still halfway down my hips. “Harry, this is my friend Cooper.”
I nod at him, narrowing my gaze slightly, which he seems to find highly amusing. “Oh Harry, I’ve heard soooo much about you,” Cooper coos, giving me a very obvious once over.
“Oh, shut up,” Lisa says, slapping at his chest.
The obvious interest Cooper has when he looks at me does make me a little more relaxed and I’m practically buzzing when another guy comes over and wraps his arms around Cooper’s shoulders from behind. “Ooh, hottie with a body alert,” the new guy says giving me the same up and down.
“You guys are good for my ego,” I beam, and they both smile at me with flirtation in their eyes.
Lisa looks at me unimpressed. “Your ego needs no help.”
“That’s right,” I say, pulling her to me again. “You keep bringing it back down to earth, Angel.”
“Eurgh, and he calls her Angel? Be still my beating heart,” Cooper says dramatically, one hand slapped to his chest. I wink at him, much to his delight, and Lisa blushes.
“Mind if I steal this one away from you?” I ask the guys and they both shake their heads, gesturing for me to go ahead.
Lacing my fingers with hers, I lead her back to the sunbed that Jake and I have adopted as a place to dump our things. Jake has gone, probably in the pool surrounded by girls and deciding which one he’ll be taking back to my house tonight.None of my housemates are home yet, so he’s got a bedroom to himself with the explicit instruction from Steve that he’s to wash the sheets before he goes tomorrow. So, Jake will no doubt be hooking up tonight.
“How come you didn’t mention that you’d be here when I told you I was coming?” I ask Lisa.
“It was a last-minute decision,” she says, shrugging it off.
“Tickets sold out months ago.”
“Cooper’s boyfriend works here, and he had spares.”
I look back over at the couple who are now face to face and sharing a private joke with salacious smiles and eyes only for each other.
“Were you jealous, Frosty?” Lisa looks at me, her smile telling me she already knows the answer to that question.
“No,” I grunt, fooling no one.
She steps forward, and places her hands on my bare chest, flicking her thumbs over my tight nipples. “Cold?”
“Suddenly feeling quite hot actually,” I say over a swallow, making that grin stretch until her face is split in two.
“Want to come swim with me?”
I can only nod, pushing my jeans down and kicking off my shoes. She watches with keen interest, and I have to get in the water immediately or everyone here will see the effect this woman has on me. Lisa slips elegantly into the water from the side, and I jump. When I resurface, everyone in the immediate vicinity is laughing and splashes my face in retaliation. She comes to me, unprompted, wrapping her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist.
