Eric had never understood how he got along so well with Danielle. There were no romantic feelings between them, but they were best friends, even though they were polar opposites; Eric was tall, skinny, quiet and unsocial while Danielle was fairly short, pleasantly plump in a Brandy Talore-ish way, busty, outgoing and promiscuous. They had known each other since they were kids and lived in the same California city their whole lives. Eric was now 21 and Danielle 20. He was still studying while she worked in a music store as a clerk. They often spent time together, occasionally meeting at "The Shack", a restaurant near her workplace. Today was Friday, the end of their working week. Eric wore pants, a white shirt and Converse sneakers while Danielle wore a jeans miniskirt, a maroon tube top with the logo "YOU CALL ME SLUT LIKE IT'S A BAD THING" and sandals. She was carrying a bag the size of a common shopping bag.
"Eric," she called out from the street.
His face quickly brightened up when he saw her, a reaction few other circumstances could make him do, and they hugged.
"Good to see you," he said.
They walked to the table together, the sun shining brightly on the sky. Eric ordered a tuna salad and Danielle a burger with curly fries. They went on conversing for a while.
"By the way," Danielle said, "I'm watching a beach house for a few months."
"A few months? That's an awfully long time."
"The owners will be living in New York for a while. Some business trip. Anyway, they pay me a few hundred bucks a month and allow me to use the house pool and hot tub as a bonus."
"Good for you."
"Anyway, I'll be going there as soon as we're finished here and go for a swim. Wanna tag along?"
Eric considered it for a moment.
"Sure, sounds fun."
"I'm not keeping you from anything, am I?"
"No, nothing."
Eric was telling the truth. He really had no plans for the weekend. He was surprised that Danielle didn't.
"You finished," she asked and gestured at his nearly empty plate.
"Yeah, sure. I just gotta go home and pick up a pair of trunks."
"It's okay, I brought a pair you left at my apartment last week. Figured you'd say yes."
"Well, who can say no to you?"
She smiled.
"Come on, then."
She put cash to pay for her meal next to the bill on the table and got up. Eric did the same and followed her quickly.
"Did you drive here," she asked.
"Yeah."
"We'll take your car then. I'll show you the way."
She brought along her bag and got in the car.
Danielle guided Eric to a lone beach house a few miles away from the city. It was surrounded entirely by forest and ocean, had a large pool of various depths, including a kids' pool (which somehow seemed redundant) and a hot tub on the porch.
"Are the owners millionaires or something," Eric asked when they got out of the car.
"I think so, yes. They can afford to pay me hundreds per month just to water their plants, so..."
She gestured at him to follow her.
"Come on, the pool's here."
She hurried excited towards the edge of the water, followed by Eric.
"Aren't you gonna change?"
"Of course I am," Danielle replied and started undressing on the spot.
"Wait just a-" Eric started but didn't finish when she got to her underwear.
"Don't like it, don't watch," she teased him and kept on undressing, constantly looking at him. Eric wanted to avert his eyes, but couldn't take his eyes of her nude body. She giggled when his gaze slipped down to her clean-shaven pussy.
"Think I'm sexy," she asked as she slipped into a green swimsuit. Eric was simply confounded. He hadn't seen her naked since they were kids. She made a quick dash to the pool's edge and dove in. She stayed below the surface for a few seconds before resurfacing and gasping for air. Her long, brown hair hung flat into the water.
"You coming," she called out to Eric who cautiously approached the pool and squatted down next to the edge.
"How's the water?"
"It's perfect. Come on in."
"Let me just go change."
"Don't be silly, change here."
Eric looked at her in disbelief.
"Here?"
"You watched me change, you kinda owe me."
"I'm not sure-"
"Oh, come on," Danielle said, reached up from the water, grabbed Eric's shirt and pulled him down into the water. There was a brief moment of disorientation when his head was submerged. His nostrils filling up with chlorine water, he quickly swam up. Danielle was laughing hysterically. For some reason, he just couldn't get himself to be mad at her, in fact he almost laughed himself.
"So how is it," she asked still laughing.
"Pretty good," Eric said and started swimming towards the edge, "but it's probably better if you wear swimwear."
He climbed out of the pool, water pouring down from his hair and clothes.
"You coming back in," Danielle asked.
"In just a minute," Eric said as he unbuttoned his shirt while she watched him.
"Could you avert your eyes," he asked.
"I could, but I won't."
Eric didn't argue with her and took off his pants.
"Didn't know you're a boxers guy," Danielle teased him playfully.
"Are my trunks in the bag?"
"Nope."
"Then where?"
"Still at my place," she said, smiling.
Eric had a sudden realization.
"You planned this, didn't you?"
Danielle shrugged.
"Yeah, I guess."
Eric was still unable to be mad at her.
"Just wear your boxers, then," she said.
Eric shrugged and jumped into the water.
"There you go," Danielle said and swam to him. They both just floated in the water next to each other. Eric then swam to the other end of the pool, which kept getting shallower the further he came. Finally, he came to a section shallow enough to wallow in and stood up.
"Wonder why they have a kids' pool," he said.
"Guests, maybe," Danielle said abstractly.
Eric noticed a control panel near a few sun chairs with cushions. Their head-ends were positioned in a 45-degree angle. He went to it to take a look. There were a few buttons on it with some kind of intensity controls. He reached for one of them and turned it clockwise. Suddenly, a stream of water, maybe a few feet tall, started spouting out of the shallow end.
"Whoa," Danielle exclaimed.
"Wonder what this setup cost," Eric mused. Danielle got to the stream and held her hand in it to feel its intensity. Eric turned the other controls, turning on five other streams.
"Could you turn this one down a bit," she asked. Eric obliged. Danielle told him stop when the stream was tall enough to reach her hips. She walked right over it.
"Hey," she said as though an idea had just popped into her head. She looked on the stream as though she was considering something. She then smiled, looked around as though to make sure that nobody else was watching and stood with her feet on each side of the stream, the water being pressured onto her clit.
"What are you doing," Eric asked suspicious.
Danielle didn't answer and started gasping lightly, almost like she was being tickled. She then walked a few paces away from the stream, looked at Eric and suddenly removed the straps that kept the top of her swimsuit up. It stuck to her skin, so she pulled a part of it down herself slowly, seductively. Eventually, her wet tits were uncovered, her nipples erect. She winked at Eric, smiling, and squeezed them gently before taking off the swimsuit completely. After throwing it aside onto a sun chair, she stretched out in the sun, just like she had been released of some tormenting bonds. She stood on the stream again, her legs slightly wider apart. She stood there for a second, Eric watching almost hypnotized, and started moaning faintly.
"Oh my god," she whimpered as the water pummeled her clit. She grabbed her tits again, squeezing them harder than before and stroking her body.
"Oh, fuck," she moaned loudly, "that feels so good on my clit!"
Suddenly she stopped and looked at Eric, grinning widely. He paused for a second when he realized that she was looking at his crotch and looked down himself; without noticing it, he had started to jerk off at the sight of her being fucked by the water.
"Oh, Eric," she laughed delighted.
Eric quickly pulled up his boxers, although his erect dick couldn't be concealed the way he was dressed.
"Sorry, I don't know what-"
Danielle approached him.
"Do I turn you on," she asked flirtatiously. "Do you want to fuck me?"
Eric couldn't get himself to back away, even when she stood right in front of him, grabbed his wrists and placed his hands on her tits.
"Do you want to squeeze these," she whispered and moved her face within inches from his.
Eric didn't know what to answer. When he looked at her body, he wanted to suck on her tits, he wanted to lick her pussy, he wanted to fuck her and watch her body convulse with pleasure. She could apparently tell this from the look of his eyes almost instantly and laughed with delight.
"It's okay," she said comforting, "this has never been your strong side."
"No, it hasn't," he replied quietly. "Why are you doing this?"
"I want to have sex with you," she said casually, "that's all. I'm horny, I haven't had sex in six weeks now and, well, I want to try it with you. We've known each other long enough, don't you think?"
Eric placed his hands on her back and stroked it gently, feeling her erect nipples against his chest.
"Why me?"
"Why not you?"
"There is a whole city of available people who could probably do it better."
Danielle placed her hands on his cheeks.
"I want you right now, okay?"
She moved closer and kissed him, the tip of their tongues touching each other.
"Come on," she said, grabbed his wrist and led him to the shallow end of the pool. For some reason, the sound of the water streams crashing was very comforting, as though it isolated that body of water from the rest of the world. She got squatted in front of him and pulled down his soaked boxers, causing his cock to spring out.
"Oh my," Danielle said delighted. She moved her legs apart a bit further, holding a tight grip around Eric's cock. She moved her hand back and forward across the shaft, watching him gasp with pleasure.
