As the clear water washed over her naked skin, her relief was secondary to the joy and excitement she was feeling. She was all smiles when she popped her head out of the water. "That was AMAZING!" She swam to the other side of the natural pool, and when they both got to a place they could sit half in the water, she tackled Kamran with a kiss. Emi's wet, naked body straddled him with her bare, slight chest pressed up against his. They continued to kiss for another minute while he massaged her ass. When their lips parted, she resumed smiling as if she hadn't stopped. "That was incredible." She said softly yet excitedly. "I've never done that before. Can we do it again?"
Glancing down at her lips, he admitted, "I would love to." She rolled her eyes and then kissed him once more, so hard that his head went under water.
"Girl! We could hear y'all from... Oh, sorry for interrupting." Without moving, Emi looked up in surprise across the cascading pools and found a couple standing ten feet away. Kamran was not yet visible to the couple, but when they saw a naked girl in Emi's position, it was easy to assume what she was doing. She looked down at the sight the couple was seeing just as Kamran's head rose above the surface.
Emi sat up turning back to the couple and tried to explain, "It's not what you think." Kamran was just starting to catch on and tried to rise up high enough to see who had Emi's attention, but with her still sitting on him, this proved difficult. "We're not doing anything inappropriate." Emi stood up trying to think of what to say next.
Walking forward enough to see that Kamran still had his trunks on, the woman seemed more intrigued at what she was looking at then embarrassed about what she may have interrupted. With no apologies, she appeared anxious to see what would happen next. "No please Shug. Everyone's entitled to a little fun, even if that means losing your suit." She justified in a Texan accent.
"Oh, but that's just it." Emi stepped up out of the pool. "I don't have a swimsuit. I came here like this." Emi couldn't help but think the couple looked like Barbie and Ken. They both had platinum blonde hair, blue eyes and perfect bodies. She was in a string bikini and he was wearing boardshorts.
"See..." The woman backhanded the guy on his chest. "I told you I'd be fine au naturel." She plucked the string behind her back and pulled her top off over her head to reveal her firm breasts with mauve areolas. "Hold this." She smacked the top on the man's chest. She then put her thumbs in the strings at her waist and pulled them down to her feet. Standing up, she tossed her bottoms to him as well.
Emi had to stifle a small laugh and hoped no one noticed.
"What, what is it?"
"Oh, no, um..." Emi struggled to think of how to change the subject, but she thought she heard insecurity in the woman's voice when she asked,
"What's going on?"
"No, nothing. It's just that I always wondered what Barbie looked like with nipples." Emi cringed a little, hoping that she didn't insult them.
The woman busted out laughing and the guy cracked up quietly. "Oh Hun, we hear the Barbie n' Ken thing plenty. We've even gotten brother n' sister before, but Darlin, that's a new one."
For the next hour, the four of them jumped off the cliff, told stories, and laughed. Barbie and Ken eventually said their pleasantries and left. Kamran sat down on the edge of one of the pools and Emi came to sit next to him, feet hanging in the water.
"Sometimes I wish I lived on a nudist resort. I mean I'd never give up the grove, but sometimes I'd like to not be the only one naked."
Almost stammering, he offered, "We could go sometime."
"You're sweet." She said disbelievingly. Pausing for a moment, she took a deep breath in and sighed. "I liked them, and she is so beautiful."
Rocking his shoulder into hers, he pronounced. "I think
you're
beautiful."
She rolled her eyes. "Y'know what I mean." Laying back on the warm rock with a hand behind her head, one of her rice cakes was flattened until only her faint areola was left. "I'm cute in a petite kind of way; I'll give you that. But she's beautiful; your sister's beautiful."
"...and you're beautiful." He said while turning to face her with one leg still in the water. He palmed her bare midsection and continued. "You see this? Your core is rock hard and your ass is as firm as a couple of mini medicine balls." With the tips of his fingers and thumb, he traced her sculpted abs up and down. "Your definition is so sexy and it continues straight down to your prominent mound. And when you stand," he said while still palming her little six pack, "the firmness of your breasts creates the same definition as your chiseled abdomen. It's like symmetry. All the dips and rises on your torso have a unified elevation."
Sliding his hand back up in between her nipples with his long fingers spread out over the middle of her chest, he continued. "And throughout all this, your skin is so soft and healthy, like it's made out of cocoa butter. Oh." Standing up, Kamran proclaimed, "I'll be right back; I'm gonna get something."
Emi laid there on the worm stone with eyes bugging out in disbelief. 'What the hell was that?' Her heart was racing; her mind was spinning. She was so turned on from his touch and his confession. 'Was that a confession?' Anticipating his return, she closed her eyes and made herself relax. The next thing she knew, she heard the cap pop on a bottle and Kamran said,
"Why don't you roll over and I'll do your back?"
She did so and then swept her hair off of her shoulders. A moment later, she heard him squirt the bottle behind her and the coldness she felt next was quickly replaced with the warm, firm strokes of his hands. He massaged her stone shoulders, between her defined scapula, and every crevice and bulge on her warm, sandy complexion.
When he stopped, Emi heard him squeeze the bottle again. In another moment, she once again felt the cool cream, but this time it started on her butt. His hands rubbed up her waist and back down again. He squeezed and waxed her cheeks before sliding his hand between them. After getting another dollop, he started at the folds under her buttocks and massaged one tone leg and then the other moving slower in-between them. She gladly moved her legs apart so he could reach the top of her inner thighs. She thought, 'If he even glanced across my clit, I'm gonna cum.' He asked her to roll onto her back if she wanted him to finish her legs. Emi was so lost in what his hands were telling her, the words coming out of his mouth sounded like a foreign language. But when his hands stopped, she could make sense of his request and she obliged.
After covering the rest of her legs and especially her thighs again, he moved to the top of her torso. Starting with her neck and moving south, he slowly and carefully rubbed lotion across her chest. Kneading her small breasts, he paid careful attention to her fair areolas. With thumb and forefinger, he gently pinched and rubbed her nipples until Emi squirmed and moaned a little, while trying to keep herself together. He ran a pair of fingers down the center of her chest where the skin was pulled tight over muscles stitched together. He seemed focused on this as if he was reading Braille and continued reading down the split in her hard abs before palming them once again. With the tips of his fingers and thumb, he traced every dip and rise down to her vulva. She let out an encouraging moan, so he split his fingers and caressed her smooth outer lips. She could feel her arousal building; her hips bucked trying to lean into his fingers. Slipping into her inner lips, the two started writhing as one. Her breathing quickened, and her heart was pounding. Not caring that they were in public where someone could find them, she was reveling in pleasure.
With her hand, she pushed his fingers into her vagina. She knew what he was feeling for and moaned again when he found it. She loved him for rubbing, massaging that tender spot. As his fingers beckoned her to cum, she kept thinking 'more,' and when his thumb started nurturing the hood of her clit she knew she couldn't hold back much longer. "Harder! Harder!" She growled. Feeling like she had to pee, her eyes popped open just as she started to squirt into his hand and saw him smiling. Squeezing her eyes shut once more, she screamed while her body jerked, and she knew she was clenching on his fingers.
Exhaling loudly, she couldn't believe her luck. When she woke up yesterday, she never would have dreamed she'd be here now, getting fingered by the guy she has had a love fantasy for since she was little.
Chapter 7
Whenever she was in the house for the next month, Emi wore nothing but her heels to break them in and practice her balance. Her Spring Break was the following week, and Kamran really wanted Emi and his sister to come up to visit. His Spring Break was two weeks after that, and he was at Emi's house so often that her dad had to put him to work. Otherwise, they were almost continuously on their phones talking and texting with each other.
Prom night finally came around, and Emi spent the day with Yasmin, Misty, and Chelsea getting their nails, hair and makeup done. The girls all went to Yasmin's house to get ready for the night. When everyone showed up for pictures, Emi was the first to descend the stairs. Her golden-ginger hair had pink and white cherry blossoms weaved into a side braid with some garland. The pink in her lip gloss coordinated with the pink blossoms, and her silver-leaf earrings matched her dress. The slinky gown was fitted perfectly on her body like a second skin, with a side split that ran up to the outside of her hip.
Four handsome, young men stood at the bottom of the stairs with the parents, wearing fine tuxedos. However, Emi only had eyes for one. As she descended, she could see the light come alive in Kamran's eyes and the butterflies in her stomach responded.
