Amy cut through the blue water of her parent's pool with the precision of a knife. Left stroke, kick, right stroke, kick...she made her way across the length of the bean-shaped pool. She enjoyed this free-time; once she went away to college in the fall, she'd have very little time for swimming. She'd miss the warm sun tanning her skin, and the exercise that kept her limbs long and lean.
As she flipped in the water to commence another lap, she began doing butterfly strokes. As her head bobbed up from under the surface, she thought she heard the doorbell ring.
One of Mike's damn friends looking for his oafish ass, she thought as she moved in and out of the water. Her older brother was home from college for the summer, and on the rare occasions he actually stayed at the house, it was filled with his stinking, loud, obnoxious friends.
I'm not answering that, she thought as she flipped under the water again, hearing the chimes reverberate off the pool tiles.
The door bell only continued, this time more rapidly.
Amy swam to the shallow end of the pool and stood up. "Fuck!" she yelled, grabbing a towel from the chaise and wrapping it loosely around her hips. Thundering through the house, her temper flaring, she reached the front door and flung it open.
"Yes?" she spat, without really seeing who was at the door.
"Oh, uh, hey Amy. Is Mike around?" It was James, Mike's best friend since elementary school. The only one of Mike's friends she could actually tolerate. Or, more accurately, the one she'd lusted after since she was old enough to realize that boy's didn't have cooties.
Amy's face flushed, realizing that she was standing in front of him in her white bikini, which had a nasty habit of becoming sheer when wet. She only wore it when she was certain no one else was around. Her hands flew to her waist and hiked the towel above her breasts.
"Hi James," she smiled at him. "Mike's not here. I think he's working, and I have no idea when he'll be back."
"Oh. He was supposed to be home by now. We were gonna play ball," he looked down at the basketball he rested on his hip.
"I'm sorry, you know he's always been bad at being on time. I'm sure he'll be here soon though." She thought for a second. "Why don't you come in and wait? It's stupid for you to leave and come back once he gets here."
His brown eyes settled on her green and he smiled. "Sure, why not." She opened the door wide and stepped aside to let him in. She did it both to accommodate his size and to sneek a glance at him. At 6'4 and about 250 lbs, he had to duck to get in the front door. He had always been tall, but after two years playing football for a Division 1 school, he had gotten considerably bigger, his coffee colored skin was stretched over pronounced muscles in his biceps, shoulders and chest. Amy noticed that when his sleeveless shirt brushed against his stomach as he moved, there was definitely the ripple of a six pack underneath.
"So, were you out swimming?" James asked, brushing past her. "I didn't mean to disturb you or nothin'."
"Yeah, but it's not a big deal," she said, shutting the door behind him.
"I'll come out and sit with you while you finish, if you want."
She was unsure. If he went out to the pool with her, he'd see how sheer her suit was. Then again, it would be stupid to have him just sitting in the house by himself. She shook her head and smiled. "Sure, come on." It's not like seeing me in a two-piece will have any effect on him anyway, she thought. He probably thinks of me like his little sister.
How wrong she was. When she opened the door, before hiking her towel up, he got a hell of an eyeful. He hadn't really paid attention to her, hadn't noticed how she'd grown and filled out...in the best places. He figured she stood about 5'6 now, with toned and tanned arms and legs, probably from all the swimming. Her long brown hair was plastered to her freckled face, and her green eyes twinkled. Being the guy that he was, he noticed that her breasts had filled out into a c cup at the very least, and he could definitely see the dark points of her nipples through the wet fabric of her top.
He followed her out to the deck, watching her hips sway as she walked. Pulling the door open, her towel fell to the floor, giving him a great view of her round ass. He smiled at the view.
Deciding she'd had enough of fighting with the towel, she draped it back on the chaise and dove in the deep end. James watched as she swam up to the surface for air, then started doing laps again.
"Is this how you stay fit like that?" he asked, bouncing the basketball between his legs.
She swam over and leaned into the edge of the pool. "I guess," she said, blushing at the compliment.
He liked it. Most of the girls he knew were so brazen, so easy, but Amy seemed to be totally unaware of her sexuality. It turned him on, thinking that he could bring it out of her.
His phone rang, jarring him from his thoughts, and he answered, spoke briefly and snapped it shut. "Asshole," he muttered.
"What's wrong?" Amy asked him.
"That was your brother. He's going to some chick's house and isn't coming home. Guess we're not playing ball after all," he said, tossing the ball across the patio.
"Ooh...sorry," she wasn't sure what else to say. It wasn't the first time her brother had blown off James for some random girl. "You don't have to go, do you?" she asked, immediately embarrassed for asking.
He looked at her for a minute, then smiled. "I think I'll join you in that pool, if that's alright.'
Amy's face flushed. Was he checking her out? She couldn't tell. "Sure. You'll have to borrow Mike's trunks. They're in the dryer."
"Nah, it's cool," he said, standing up. I'll just swim in my shorts." He unlaced his sneakers and kicked them off, before pulling his shirt over his head. Amy's eyes went wide.
He was perfect, she thought, right down to that sexy "V" that connected his torso to his legs, and the trail of dark hair that started just under his navel and dipped below the waistband of his shorts.
He dove in and swam over to her, coming up just in front of her. "Where are your parents?" he asked.
"Well, they're away this weekend," she said, trying not to be to obvious about ogling him.
"Really?" A smile played on his lips and he moved closer to her. "So you're here all by yourself, huh? I'd be having a fucking party if it was me," he said, standing up and looking down at her, getting a great view down the front of her bikini top.
She felt herself getting hot from the closeness of his body. "Well last time I did that, I got in a lot of trouble," she said. "Smaller parties are better anyway," she added, with a giggle.
He nodded. "Sure are. So let's start our little party. Do you have any alcohol in the house?"
"Yeah, my dad's liquor cabinet in the living room."
He knew exactly where it was. Many a high school party had been fueled by Mike's and Amy's parent's fully stocked liquor cabinet. He hopped out of the pool and returned moments later with a bottle of vodka and two shot glasses. He set them on the ledge of the pool and hopped back in.
"Can you take a shot?" he asked her. "I know you girls can't really hang when it comes to drinking," he teased.
She shoved him, and kept her hand on his bicep a bit longer than she meant to. "Yes, I can drink. Pour the shot!" she commanded.
He handed her a shot and held up his own. "To small parties," he said, before pounding the shot.
Amy laughed. "Cheers!" she replied, downing hers as well. It felt warm going down her throat.
