*Every character in this story is at least 18 years old.
TW: Hard drug use.
In the prior story, Krissy's little brother got an eyeful of Krissy's body, and a lesson about female ejaculation. After things calmed down, he was on his way out the front door of the house to spend the evening with his own friends.
Krissy hollered after him as he walked out the door, "And don't tell your friends that I squirt!"
"Oh my god! Stop!" Kimo said as he walked out, and at that same instant Cayleigh walked in, with a tall handsome blonde boy following one step behind her.
"You squirt?" Cayleigh queried, laughing, as she walked into the kitchen to embrace her best friend.
"No, I told him 'buy Squirt' - for drinks." Krissy responded, her heart jumping a little that her best friend Cayleigh had heard Krissy bragging about her ejaculations. She hoped that Cayleigh wouldn't question why her brother would know that she's a squirter; and hoped that her lie was believable. Hopefully, the subject would change quickly. And it did.
"This is Jens! Jens, meet Krissy. Krissy, meet Jens." Jens held his hand out to shake Krissy's.
"Hand-shake? What is this, business school?" Krissy joked. "It's great to meet you, Jens - Cayleigh tells me nice things about you. Welcome to the crew!" And with that she gave the crew's new Danish member a big welcoming hug.
She poured them both celebratory glasses of champagne, and they drank, ate cheese, and caught up with one another, telling similar stories of college freshman life. Jens mostly listened quietly, and occasionally chimed in. His thick Danish accent making his shyness seem even more charming to Krissy. Eventually Rob showed up, and finally the twins, Jimmy and Timmy, and they all drank champagne and laughed, enjoying reconnecting after their year apart. The crew was back together again!
It was Rob who, slyly looking over at Jens, suggested that they all go swimming in the pool. They grabbed their drinks and headed outside. They all peeled up their shirts, dropped their pants, kicked off their shoes and hopped into the pool, where they kept up their laughing, story-telling, and drinking. At some point, Rob - who was apparently the instigator on this night - said "You know what this party needs? SHOTS!" Everyone cheered.
"I've got this!" Krissy said, jumping out of the pool and heading into the kitchen. Cayleigh leered at Krissy's beautiful round practically naked ass as she strutted back into the house.
Rob, noticing Cayleigh's stare, whispered "Lust much?" and nudged her ribs.
"Shut up. Go flirt with Jens!" Cayleigh retorted.
"Well, I never!" Rob said joking indignantly.
"What's going on over there?" Timmy, who had been chatting about sports with his brother and Jens, asked of Cayleigh.
"Nothing." Cayleigh said. "Let's do some shots and take this party up a notch!"
Everyone cheered at that suggestion, and that the same time Krissy returned with a tray holding six shot glasses, a bottle of her dad's Patron tequila, a bowl of cut limes, and a salt-shaker. Nobody had noticed earlier when they were all leaping into the pool. But as Krissy walked back to her friends carrying the tray, even in the darkness, the light from the pool was enough to reveal just how tiny the front of Krissy's G-string was.
"Hey bring me a shot, Hairy McGoo!" Cayleigh teased, which kicked off a chant of "Hairy McGoo! Hairy McGoo!" from all of them
"What - you act like you've never seen public hair before!" Krissy shot back, a little embarrassed that her bold G-string was not eliciting quite the response she had imagined.
"Never seen that much!" Said Jens, to everybody's surprise. They all went silent and turned to look at him, shocked that the new guy was piling on, and then they all burst into laughter. Even Krissy couldn't help but laugh.
"Fine fine - whatever." Krissy said. "I like my furry cooch. Maybe next time I'll give it a trim. Anyway - if you want these shots you'd better say nicer things about it."
As Krissy squatted down at the edge of the pool to pour the shots, the lips of her labia pressed forward around the tiny G-string, revealing more of her hair, and of her anatomy, than she had planned to put on display. Krissy's friends, suspecting that Krissy didn't realize that she was basically flashing her pussy at them, complimented her pubes.
"Your pubic hair is extremely classy." Said Timmy. "May I have a shot now?"
"Yes, you may, and thank you." Krissy responded with a nod of her head and a grateful tone. "Nobody else?"
"Your pubic hair is like a dark and stormy night." Said Jimmy.
"Your pubic hair is faaaaabulous." Said Rob.
"Your pubic hair is the pride of America." Said Jens.
"Your pubic hair looks good enough to eat!" Said Cayleigh, eliciting hoots from them all, as they licked their salt, knocked back their shots, and sucked on their limes.
Krissy dangled her toes in the water while sitting at the edge of the pool, which did nothing to conceal her genitals from the crew. She didn't have sexual feelings for them, but part of her was enjoying the rising buzz in her belly knowing that they were all looking at - and talking about - her pubes. She fleetingly wished that there were a world where people could be more open about their bodies and their desires. "You guys - I like my pubes! Seriously. Does it look bad?" She asked, looking down at her crotch.
"Looks great, Krissy!" Said Timmy. "We were just teasing you. Some people like that smooth-as-a-baby look. But I, for one, like a pudenda that looks like it belongs on an adult."
"TMI!" Yelled Cayleigh.
"I don't know," said Jimmy. "We haven't really seen the whole bush - for all we know you shaved the middle and just left hair on the sides!"
"Goof ball!" Krissy said, kicking water at Jimmy, but for just a moment imagining what it would feel like to expose herself entirely for them to see - just like Kimo had seen: vulnerable, powerful, desired, exposed ... no no no, she thought to herself.
They all laughed at Jimmy's joke. Suddenly Jens asked "Does anybody want to get high?" Everyone turned to look at him.
"What have you got?" Asked Rob.
"I've got a THC vape, and a little coke. I'm brought enough to share!" The crew were not hard-core drug partiers, but they had smoked some pot, and done a little coke together once or twice.
Maybe it was the tequila, maybe it was the warm California night air, maybe it was the joy of being back together, maybe it was the sight of Krissy's pubes, but almost in unison every one of them said "Hell yeah!"
"Coke and water don't mix," said Jens. "Maybe we should dry off and go back into the house?" They all agreed and hopped out of the pool to dry off and pull their shorts and shirts back on over their swimsuits.
They gathered around the coffee table in the living room. Jens poured a little mound of cocaine out of a plastic baggy and used a credit card to cut some of it into six lines - one for each of them. Rob pulled out a twenty-dollar bill and leaned in to snort the first line, and each of the rest of them followed suit. Krissy could feel her heart rate rise the instant the coke hit her nostrils, and she felt a little twinge in her pussy as the dopamine rush slammed into her brain. She hoped they all were feeling the same.
"Oh wow." Said Timmy, "That's good stuff. I can't feel my face!" Everybody laughed again.
The coke brought a different edge to their conversation - everybody talked a little faster, a little more intensely. Their conversation started to flirt around the edges of sex, talking about the boyfriends and girlfriends they'd had in the prior year. Krissy told them all about Joe, how she loved him, and really enjoyed him, but wondered sometimes if he was right for her. "He just doesn't have a wild bone in his body." She lamented.
"And yet you let him stick his wild bone into yours." Quipped Rob, laughing hysterically at his pun.
