It took my brain a while to make sense of the scene I was staring at.
I'd just come downstairs from a nap at my parents' house, still not fully awake, when I heard voices coming from the patio. A lot of voices.
I walked out the back door to see what was going on, and I just couldn't believe my eyes. I was staring at my parents and the entire Stoddard family, all laughing and chatting together in my backyard. My parents were sitting on the patio with Mr. and Mrs. Stoddard, drinks in everyone's hands, while Vivian and Emma were noisily splashing each other in the pool.
"Hey, hon!" My mom greeted me cheerfully when she saw me.
"Uh...hi. What's going on?" I asked.
"A little impromptu barbecue," my dad said, playfully snapping a pair on tongs at me on his way over to the grill. It was then that the delicious scent of burgers wafted over to my nose. "It's just such a beautiful day."
"Hi, Katy," Mr. Stoddard said, raising his beer towards me. It was in a can -- no glass near the pool. Mr. Stoddard was in nothing but swim trunks. He looked all muscular and tan and handsome. Seeing him made me think about what was lurking beneath those swim trunks and my heart rate skyrocketed. I couldn't do this. I couldn't be around him and everyone else and act like everything is normal. This is so not normal.
"The girls have been asking about you every ten minutes," Mrs. Stoddard told me with a laugh.
"KATY!" Vivian and Emma yelled in unison. "Come swim with us!"
"Hello, ladies," I called, giving them an uneasy wave.
"Go get your suit on!" My mom told me.
Mr. Stoddard smirked at that.
In a daze, I walked inside and put my bathing suit on. I picked my most modest bikini, but... a bikini is still a bikini. I couldn't believe I was about to parade around like this in front of Mr. Stoddard -- not to mention his wife, the redoubtable Mrs. Stoddard. I didn't think the dirty old man would actually try something with both of our families there, but I couldn't be sure. He'd been quite persistent every time we'd been together. Not to mention the whole "free use slut" thing he called me last time he fucked me. He'd most likely try to find a way for us to fool around.
Calm down, I told myself. I just had to make sure we were never alone. Easy.
Big towel wrapped around me, I made my way back outside. I walked past the adults and felt Mr. Stoddard's eyes on me as I made a beeline for the pool. At the last second, I dropped the towel on the concrete and slipped into the water, leaving my bikini-clad body exposed for as little time as possible.
"Finally!" Vivian screeched.
"What do you want to play?" I asked, turning my full attention to the girls.
"Cappy!" Vivian shouted excitedly. Cappy was a game of their own invention, apparently, and it involved one player sinking a clear bottle cap to the bottom of the pool while the others stood at the edge, competing to see who could jump in and retrieve the cap first as it floats up to the surface.
We played a few spirited rounds, during which Mr. Stoddard continually stole glances at my little ass in these skimpy bikini bottoms. When I finally had enough, I turned to the girls to suggest another game.
"Emma, it's your turn to pick," I said.
"Marco Polo!" she cried out. "You're it!"
I was expecting that. It's a perennial favorite. I covered my eyes and spun around a few times, allowing them to swim away. This wouldn't take long at all. Emma was too scared to go into the deep end, even in her floaties, so I'd find her quickly. And Vivian had a habit of giggling constantly. The game would be over in minutes.
"Marco," I called out, slowly wading through the shallow end.
"Polo!" I could tell Emma was just a few feet in front of me. I purposely turned in the wrong direction, and called out again.
"Marco?"
"Polo!" I heard Emma splash right in front of me.
"Gotcha!" I said as I leapt forward and grabbed her. Emma exploded into a fit of giggles.
"You still have to find me!" Vivian yelled from the other side of the pool. She was older and much braver than her sister, and had made it far into the deep end. I sighed and closed my eyes again, walking deeper and deeper until I could barely stand.
"Marco!" I heard a big splash to my left.
"Polo!"
"You're getting sloppy, Viv! That was so loud," I said with a laugh, heading in the direction of the sound. The bottom of the pool continued to slant until my toes could no longer reach it. I was treading water now.
"Marco?" But this time there was no answer.
"Come on, that's cheating," I reminded her. "You have to answer. Marco!" Again, no answer, but I heard a splash again. I pounced, opening my eyes as I did so.
"Polo." I almost screamed when I saw it was Mr. Stoddard I was jumping towards and not Vivian. The giant splash I'd heard must've been him getting into the pool. And instead of grabbing the arm of a young girl, I was holding firmly to the broad, strong shoulders of her middle-aged father. I immediately let go and started to thrash around in the water.
"Careful, Katy," he said, grabbing me around the waist. "It's pretty deep here." He was still able to stand, even though I could not. His hands slid down my hips until he was supporting me in the water by holding my ass. I looked at him like he had lost his damn mind. Panicked, I shot a look towards my parents and Mrs. Stoddard, but they were yammering loudly about something else, not paying us any attention.
"Daddy!" Emma called from across the pool. "Play with us!"
"What should we play?" he asked his youngest daughter, his fingers squeezing my ass out of sight underwater. He groped me like he owned me. The shock wore off after a few seconds and I grabbed his wrist.
"Let's play volleyball," I said suddenly, freeing myself from Mr. Stoddard's grasp and hightailing it towards the shallow end -- where it was safer. I picked up the beach ball nearby.
"Okay!" Emma waded over to me. "I wanna be on Katy's team."
After a long game of volleyball, I was dying of thirst and went inside the house for a soda. The game had managed to keep Mr. Stoddard away from me, but I saw him blatantly staring at my tits the entire time. Part of me almost wanted Mrs. Stoddard or my parents to notice -- maybe it would turn into a big scene and then they'd leave before he tried anything else.
I was getting ice cubes from the freezer, thinking up ways to bring this little party to an early end when suddenly I felt someone behind me. Mr. Stoddard's sculpted arms wrapped around me and he pushed me up against the refrigerator.
"Jesus!" I blurted out, my heart racing. "What are you doing?!"
"You look hot as hell in this," Mr. Stoddard whispered in my ear, his fingers busy playing with the ties on my bikini bottoms.
"Are you actually insane?!" I hissed back. "Your wife and my parents are right outside! My dad would literally kill you if he saw this."
"I know," he replied, unconcerned. He pressed his hips hard against my ass, and I could feel his erection. "It just makes me want to do it more. It's exciting that we could get caught at any second."
"Let me go right now," I said through gritted teeth.
He didn't, though. I know he fucking heard me, but he acted like I hadn't said a word. The audacity was staggering. Like it was nothing, Mr. Stoddard slipped his hand inside my bottoms and quickly found my clit. He rubbed it masterfully, playing my tender young body as elegantly as a violinist draws the bow, while behind me I felt his hips grinding against my ass.
"Oh, my god..." I gasped, partly from pleasure and partly from sheer disbelief that he was doing this right now, under my parents' roof. I kept trying to look over my shoulder, trying to see through the kitchen window, but I couldn't get a good view of the patio. We would have virtually no warning if someone coming inside.
"You're so wet," Mr. Stoddard said, his fingers now finding their way inside me. "Let's go fuck in the bathroom real quick."
"Absolutely not!"
He started quickly thrusting against me, dry humping my ass as he fingered my pussy. Being pressed up against the fridge like this was adding an amazing amount of pressure to my clit. The freezer door was still wide open, and the equipoise between the cold sensation on my face and the heat of my pussy as Mr. Stoddard confidently strummed me with his fingers was truly incredible. I wanted him to make me cum -- I was desperate for it. But this had to stop. We couldn't risk this. My parents could walk in and see this. Or his wife. Or his daughters for fuck's sake.
"Come on, we can do it real quick in the other room. No one will miss us," he urged.
I shook my head insistently.
"Katy," Mr. Stoddard said firmly, annoyed now. "Do you feel that hard on? I'm not gonna go rub one out like a teenage boy." He grunted loudly as he continued stroking my clit and grinding against me as hard as he could.
"Then don't! That's not my problem!" I hissed back, agitated. His fingers were pumping in and out of me at a relentless pace, and I knew if I let him continue, he'd give me an orgasm very soon. I wanted that to happen, so badly, but I wanted to make my point more.
I was still holding the cup of ice in my hand, so I lifted it over my shoulder and dumped it onto his bare back. That did the trick.
"Fuck!" Mr. Stoddard immediately released me and took a few steps back, ice cubes falling off his shoulders onto the floor. I closed the freezer and turned towards him, arms crossed and eyebrow cocked. Mr. Stoddard looked at me and shook his head.
"Oh, you are gonna pay for that," he said.
He didn't seem to be kidding, but I shrugged anyhow as I dragged a can of Dr. Pepper out of the fridge and walked back towards the patio door.
"I think little Kitten forgot that she is my free use slut," he whispered just loud enough for me to hear. "Before the night is over, I'll remind her."
"Whatever old man," I said sarcastically. "Good luck with that."
I don't know how he reacted because I never looked back. I launched a middle finger to the sky and gave him a good long look at my ass as I sashayed my way back to the party.
The evening continued on without incident. We had a delicious dinner of burgers and potato salad and watermelon. I made sure to make lots of conversation with Mrs. Stoddard, who was interested in the fact that I would be transferring to Wellesley College for my sophomore year, having graduated from Wellesley herself. My parents, both on their third beers, were having a great time -- and so were Vivian and Emma. The only person seemingly not having a good time was Mr. Stoddard. He was pretty quiet during dinner, and continued to sulk through dessert as well.
"Is everything all right, Mr. S?" I asked him as he moodily sipped his beer. I gave him a subtle little smirk only he would notice.
"Just a little tired, I guess," he responded.
