Girls Only: Pool Party (3 page)

“Your turn,” Carly said,
nudging Nancy, who stood very reluctantly.

“I’ve never…” She
swallowed, looking around at all the eyes on her. What in the world could she
say?
I’ve never had a baby. I’ve never been with someone who really loves me
no matter what. I’ve never told anyone how lonely I am.
“I’ve never…  gone
skinny dipping.”

The group goggled at her
like she had said something so shocking they couldn’t quite believe it. Carly
giggled, her eyes like blue sparks as she downed her shot. Every other person
holding a shot glass did the same.

“Skinny dipping!” Carly
called, taking off her bikini top and waving it over her head. “Time for skinny
dipping!”

The guys hooted and
cat-called, and before Nancy could blink, everyone around the bar was peeling
off their suits and jumping in the pool. Nancy looked at the bartender,
wide-eyed.

“First time at one of
Gina’s parties?” he inquired with a grin.

Nancy watched with
growing horror as the trend caught on. People abandoned their bathing suits
left and right, leaving them beside the pool and jumping into the water. Before
long, she found herself the only one wearing any clothes at all, with the
exception of the bartender and the DJ, all of the guests were naked and pairing
up in the water.

“Excuse me,” Nancy said
faintly, not looking at the bartender but hearing him chuckle.

She thought about going
home, but didn’t want to abandon Gina’s party without saying goodbye. She
thought about going into the house to look for her neighbor, but didn’t want to
bother her if she was dealing with something serious or important. So instead,
Nancy slipped quietly into the cabana again, the same place she’d started out
the night and that’s where she was dozing when Gina slipped inside.

“Well here you are.”

Nancy half-sat, still
dazed from sleep. “I’m sorry. I just…”

“I should have told you.”
Gina sat beside her on the long, padded bench. The top of the cabana was
canvas, attached higher than the paneled cedar walls, letting in both light and
sound. The party was still going on, but it was more subdued. “Everyone knows
clothing is optional at my pool parties.”

“I should go home.” Nancy
stood, but Gina stopped her, taking her wrist and tugging her slowly away from
the door.

“You don’t want to go out
there.”

Nancy swallowed, looking
down at where Gina was circling her wrist with her hand. Her touch was so hot
it almost burned. “Why not?”

“Everyone’s having sex.” Gina
smirked. “Poor Mr. Desoto. He’s going to have a stroke.”

“Oh.” She blinked,
relenting to Gina’s gentle tug and sitting beside her on the bench. Their
thighs were touching, and the incredible softness of her neighbor’s skin was a surprise
to her system, making her breath come a little faster.

“I’m sorry if you’re
shocked.” Gina leaned in a little, pressing her shoulder into Nancy’s, nudging
her.

“Oh… no. I’m not. Not
really,” Nancy protested, but the smirk on Gina’s face just grew, her eyebrows
rising with every denial.

“Really?” Gina stood,
taking her neighbor’s hand and heading for the door. “You want to join in
then?”

“No, no!” Nancy shook her
head furiously, pulling on Gina’s hand, desperate.

“No…” Gina smiled, coming
to stand in front of her neighbor, and Nancy found herself face-to-face with
her perfectly shaped navel. She gazed up, up, up, past the swell of Gina’s
breasts in her white bikini top, meeting her neighbor’s twinkling eyes. “Maybe
we should start in here first?”

“Start?” Nancy squeaked,
swallowing as Gina sank slowly to her knees, making them eye-level now, so
close she could smell the alcohol on her breath, something light and fruity.
Nancy could still taste her last drink, and she was feeling that light, floaty
feeling she got whenever she drank, which wasn’t often.

“Tell me if you want me
to stop,” Gina breathed before bridging the gap between them with a kiss. Her
mouth was soft and open, her lips like velvet, Gina’s hands on either side of
the bench, not touching her, just kissing. Nancy realized about halfway through
it was the most delightful thing that had ever happened to her as Gina’s tongue
found its way between her lips, exploring.

Nancy just blinked when
they parted, unable to say a word. Taking her silence as consent, Gina bridged
the gap again, kissing her, this time putting her hands on Nancy’s hips, her
fingers dancing along the curve of her waist, and then, oh then, cupping her
breasts. Gina’s thumbs grazed her nipples through the red material of her
borrowed bikini, and Nancy moaned into her neighbor’s mouth.

“Doesn’t that feel good?”
Gina breathed as they parted, her thumbs still rubbing, back and forth. Nancy
just moaned again, looking at her through half-closed eyes. It had been so
long, too long, since anyone had touched her—even just a casual hug or a kiss
on the cheek—that her senses were overloaded with the attention.

“You’ll tell me if you
want me to stop?”

“Yes,” Nancy breathed as
Gina’s lips tickled her neck, her shoulder, her fingers untying the bikini top
fastened behind her neck. “Oh yes, I… ohhh!”

Gina’s mouth moved to
Nancy’s nipple. Her breasts were average size, her nipples dark and very large,
filling almost all of her areola, and they were incredibly sensitive. She
moaned and arched, her hands moving in the mass of Gina’s red hair, pulling her
even closer as her neighbor continued to suckle her. The hot sensation of
Gina’s mouth engulfing her, the wet tongue flicking back and forth, teasing her
nipple, made Nancy’s toes curl with pleasure. And just when she thought she
couldn’t stand it for another moment, Gina moved to the other one.

But that didn’t mean she
abandoned the first. Gina stroked the wet nipple she had deserted with her
fingertips as she suckled at the other, and Nancy felt herself parting her
thighs, welcoming the pressing weight of Gina’s breasts against her belly, as
if she could simply absorb her through her flesh. Nancy glanced down, meeting
Gina’s eyes—she was watching her, listening, paying close attention to her
response—and suddenly found it so strange she had to stop.

“Wait, no…” Nancy gasped,
twisting away. She had an urge to run, or at least to hide her face. “I have to
go!”

She bolted, forgetting
she was half undressed only when she pulled the door open, but the sight that
awaited her left her paralyzed, frozen in place, eyes growing wide with every
passing second. When Gina had said everyone was having sex, she clearly hadn’t
been kidding. Everywhere she looked, there were naked people kissing, touching,
licking, sucking, even fucking. It was a banquet of skin, a mass of flesh, and anyone
who wasn’t participating—there were a few, here and there, she noted—seemed to
bat an eyelash.

Nancy felt Gina’s arms go
around her waist, the press of her neighbor’s ample breasts pressed against her
back, her breath hot against her ear, lips moving over her neck. Nancy didn’t
stop her. The fear she’d felt a moment ago began to melt as she watched the
blonde—Carly, she remembered—on her knees on a towel in front of six-pack,
sucking his cock deep into her throat. It was a stunning and fascinating sight.

“You’re so beautiful,
Nancy,” Gina whispered into her ear, one hand moving up to cup Nancy’s breast,
the other heading south, cupping her mound. Nancy gasped and closed her eyes,
leaning her head back against Gina’s shoulder. The woman clearly had skills,
her fingers moving over Nancy’s red borrowed bikini bottoms in such a way she
thought she might climax right there.

“I want you so much,”
Gina urged, hand moving faster, thumbing her nipple. “I’ve wanted you since the
first time I saw you out front, pruning your rose bushes in those sexy little cut-offs…”

Her words made Nancy
blush, but her body was responding. She couldn’t help herself. She whimpered,
rocking against Gina, their hips moving together as they watched the display of
flesh in front of them.

“Let me touch you,” Gina
begged, her mouth raining kisses over her shoulder. “Let me make you feel good.
Will you let me?”

 “Yes,” Nancy moaned,
turning in her arms and pressing herself against her neighbor. She couldn’t
deny her body one moment more. “Oh yes, please. Yes.”

Gina closed and locked
the cabana door and they found their way to the padded bench, kissing and
touching in the fading light. The darkness was a relief to Nancy as Gina
stripped her down to nothing, exclaiming in delight over Nancy’s body with such
enthusiasm it made her blush. She was embarrassed by her own lust, by the way
her body twisted and arched for more, but she couldn’t help it.

“Just let go,” Gina
encouraged her, pressing Nancy onto her back and stretching her out naked on
the bench. There was enough room for Gina to settle herself between her
neighbor’s thighs, and that’s just what she did, kissing around the dark
triangle of hair framing Nancy’s sopping wet pussy. Nancy was so wet she was
ashamed of it, feeling her juices running down the crack of her ass and pooling
on the bench beneath her.

“Oh god, you smell so
good,” Gina moaned, nuzzling her cheek against the curly, soft hair of Nancy’s
pubes. “Can I taste you? Please?”

“Yes!” Nancy cried,
lifting her hips in encouragement, knowing if someone had told her a month ago
something like this might happen, she would have laughed, and not caring, not
caring at all. She wanted this. More than anything. She’d been curious about it
since she first saw Gina walking around nude in her backyard and had actively
thought about it since she had spied on her neighbor masturbating.

Gina’s tongue parted
Nancy’s fat, swollen pussy lips, working slowly back and forth, teasing. Nancy
whimpered, shifting her hips, aching for relief. She couldn’t believe how
aroused she was, how right on the edge. Her level of excitement made her
tremble and gasp under Gina’s attention. The sweetness was too much, the way
her body ached for more and yet never wanted it to end.

There was no holding back
the flood of pleasure that made her thighs quiver with taut anticipation. She
tried. She made a valiant effort, her hands tangling in Gina’s hair, pushing
her away, pulling her closer, hips rocking to and fro, but there was no
escaping it. Her orgasm rocked both of them, Nancy’s tremors forcing Gina to
wrap her arms around her, keeping her mouth focused and centered right on her
throbbing clit.

“Ohhh! Gina!” And then
there were no words. Nancy let herself go completely in her neighbor’s arms, coming
and coming, flooding Gina’s tongue in hot, pulsing waves. Her climax was so
intense she had to throw her arm over her mouth to keep from screaming, biting
her own flesh so hard she would have a bruise there for a week.

“Mmmm.” Gina kissed
Nancy’s mound, soft and gentle and sweet, chuckling softly at the way Nancy
gasped and trembled and whispered to herself as she floated back down to earth.

“Ohmygodohmygodohmyfuckinggod,”
she whispered over and over, still shivering.

Gina tickled Nancy’s
lower belly lightly with her nails, drawing a sensuous line down the center of
her triangle to her slit, making Nancy shiver with post-orgasmic delight.

“Now…” Gina’s finger
parted Nancy’s pussy lips, which felt fatter and more swollen, her clit still
pulsing. “Let’s see if we can do that again.”

Nancy’s eyes flew open
wide as Gina spread her, flicking her tongue at the top of her cleft, forcing a
shudder through her. Nancy protested, wiggling and writhing on the bench,
moving her hips, trying to escape from the sweet torture of her neighbor’s relentless
tongue, but it was no use. Gina had her by the hips now, mouth fastened over
her mound, the tenacious press of her tongue sending Nancy flying higher than
she ever thought possible.

“Oh my god, what are you
doing?” Nancy moaned, hips lifting, not sure if her body was trying to escape
or if it was actually asking for more. Goosebumps rose over her flesh, her
breath came faster and faster still, the excessive, overwhelming sensation
transforming into something else, as if her clitoris was a little reset button
and Gina had found just the way to press it.

And then they were off to
the races again, Nancy rocking and spreading her thighs for the greedy lick and
suck of Gina’s hungry mouth, so lost in the feeling she forgot about
everything, about the people just outside who might hear her moans, about the
fact her neighbor was a woman, and she’d never been with a woman sexually, she
hardly knew her, really, and yet here they were, locked together in a dance of
pleasure Nancy hadn’t known was even possible.

“Oh! Oh! I’m coming!
Again! Oh fuck!” Nancy’s hips shot upward, toes curling, hands grabbing onto
Gina’s wrists, shoving her pussy against her neighbor’s mouth. Gina lapped and
lapped, never letting up, taking Nancy’s climax in and swallowing her, the soft
nibble and suck of her lips coaxing more and more sweet spasms from Nancy’s
quivering flesh.

And then Gina was kissing
her, the women embracing in the softest of kisses. Nancy could taste herself on
Gina’s tongue, smell her own pussy, and it excited her beyond belief. How had
she never known she tasted so good? Neil had never liked to do
that
—although
he would, on occasion, if she reciprocated. He used to make jokes about fish
and tuna until she just stopped asking. But she’d never once tasted for herself.

“Do you like the way you
taste?” Gina smiled down at her, the weight of her body a delight, all soft
flesh and sinew, her full breasts pressed into Nancy’s.

“Mmm.” Nancy licked her
lips. “Do
you
taste like that?”

She never thought she
would ask such a question, but she couldn’t help remembering watching Gina
touch herself, how the woman’s fiery bush had blazed in the sunlight, and how
the lips below had been smooth and bare. What was that like, she wondered?