The neighborhood pool party was what I expected it to be—boring. It would have been
very
boring if not for a few things. One was, unlike most of the women who attended, I actually got into the water. When I did I made a big show of jumping into the pool, rising up and pulling my hair over my head to squeeze out the water. What I was actually doing, though, was making sure my yellow bikini top, which became semi-transparent when wet, pressed up hard against my boobs, thereby making my nipples quite visible.
Then I would saunter around, grab Mike around his waist, tell him that I was cold and press up against him. Doing that just about made my boobs pop out of my bikini top. I have to tell you—I got a lot of stares from the men at the pool party and a lot of looks from the other women, not all of them good.
The other thing that happened was that we actually met Natasha and her parents. Natasha was your typical sullen teenage girl who happened to have a
lot
of body piercings. I mean she had a diamond on the side of her nose, a pierced eyebrow, a pierced lip and, of course, a tongue stud. It was a black pearl situated right in the middle of her tongue. I
cannot
imagine having something like that but I was fascinated by it.
Her parents were total hard bodies—tall, lithe and muscular. When I asked if they objected to Natasha's tongue stud and other piercings, they just laughed. In heavy Russian accents they said, "She will grow out of it." We all got along just fine and made a point of getting together when they moved in behind us.
We got home from the party around ten at night. Mike led me into the bedroom and, standing in front of the window, put his arms around me and kissed me. "I liked the attention you were getting from all the men," he said.
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