Her friends get up to leave. Afternoon. She doesn't want to go. She wants to jump in the water, jump out of the water. She stays behind. She waits. She shivers from the cold. The pool is too cold. She steps into the hot tub beside the pool. It is empty of people. Just her. She enters up to her neck. The jets aren't on. She seems confused. I walk up to her. I turn on the jets. She feels the water rush against her body. She quivers with the feeling. She is ready for her sexual awakening, she just doesn't know it yet. She wiggles as the jets tickle the small of her back. I step inside the tub. She looks at me. She doesn't understand. Small talk, where are you from? What do you do? Do you live with your parents? So you have a boyfriend? She giggles demurely at that last one. Never, no boyfriends. Too young. No kisses. Doesn't understand what I want. Doesn't know what she needs. She will learn soon. Soon. As we talk, I watch the whiffs of hair on her inner thighs as they move about in the water. I show her the jets. I show her how to sit on the jets. She experiences pleasure. Pleasure for the first time. Timid. She moves away and giggles. She may not be ready. I wait. She moves back of her own accord. Yes, she is ready. She tries to talk while the jet pulses on her, but she begins to stutter. She begins to falter. She surprises herself. She does not know yet how to deal with these feelings. Her face turns red. A bit of guilt. She stands to go. She wants to go now. I tell her to meet me back here at mid-night. Too late she says. Her parents are strict. I tell her to sneak out. She must sneak. She must want to become dirty. She is intrigued by the deception. She runs off without answering. I hear the clip-clap of bare feet on pavement as she runs. Dressed in her towel. I wait until she is gone. Then I leave and prepare.
Mid-night. I wait in the tub. She will come. I am certain. I have the jets on. Hum, hum, hum. The jets hum. 12:05. No girl. Have I misjudged? Hum, hum, hum. 12:10. She is shy. She is timid. I wait. 12:15. I see her. She is standing at the doorway of the fence. Afraid to come in. Afraid of her body. Afraid of her feelings. She wears the same blue bathing suit. It is still damp from the afternoon. She has never swum at mid-night. Mother would be upset. She feels guilty, she feels dirty. She likes the feeling. It is new. Coyly she steps up to the hot tub. I beckon. She steps in. Her legs have goosebumps on them. I can see the hair between her legs standing up. Her mound is erect. It pushes the crotch of her suit outward. Her nipples are hard. Not from outer cold. From inner heat.
Once she is in I move next to her. My arm around her neck. My arm feels her hair. Her hair is wet. It floats on the water surface. Smells like strawberries. I want to show her the jets again. She wants the jets. Wants to play the games. I move in and touch my lips to hers. She pulls back. I push forward, she submits. Our lips touch. I push my tongue into her mouth. Gently. She doesn't know how to react. Doesn't know what to do. Her lips part. Her tongue returns the favour, it enters my mouth. It is hard and stiff. I lick all around her tongue. She doesn't know how to kiss. She forces her tongue into my mouth again and again. It is new. I pull back and grab her around the waist. I push her up against the jet. She opens her legs instinctively. The jet pulsates against her womanhood. She closes her eyes. She doesn't understand the feelings. She doesn't know how to react. She begins to shiver. I grab her hand. I put it on her bathingsuit, between her legs. I tell her to pull her suit aside. She moves her hand to the right. She is exposed now. Exposed to the jet as it pulses into her. She muffles a cry. Her eyes are closed. Her head is back. She begins to shiver. She begins to orgasm. Her first orgasm. She doesn't understand. She feels dirty, she feels guilty. She likes the feeling. She wants to be dirty she wants to be a woman. Her legs begin to thrash. She falls from the jet. She doesn't know what happened to her. She asks. I explain. I put her hand between her legs. I show her where to touch. She knows touching is wrong. Mother warned against touching. She begins to feel herself. To explore. Her clitoris is very hard now, very erect. She explores it. She feels the tufts of hair surrounding her opening. She shudders again. I tell her to practice. To practice with her hand every night in bed. She demures. She will though. I know that she will. She has been awakened. She can't control herself any more.
