Women Only Pool

Andrew was not good at calculus. He had barely passed calculus 1 and now he was in calculus 2 in his second year of college. His calculus 2 professor had just put a problem up on the board and asked the class to solve it. Andrew tried, but he was convinced that the integral they were asked to solve was impossible, so he sat there in anxious silence, wondering why the instructor had given them an impossible problem but too afraid to ask about it.

"You forgot to substitute in du," he heard from the deck next to him.

"What?" He turned to find a girl smiling at him. She was short, maybe 5'6" and pale with bright red hair. Afterward, he reflected that she had been pretty, but his mind was not focusing on that at the time.

"You just changed dx to du. They are not equal. You wrote u as a function of x, right?"

"Yes, I got that here." He showed her his work.

"Good. Then, find the derivative du/dx and solve for dx. That is what you substitute in for dx."

She left his alone as if that explanation was sufficient. It was not. He made the same mistake during the next class, and the same girl noticed again. But she wasn't mean about it. This time she helped him through it slowly, and he understood it. But by then, the class had moved on to integration by parts, and Andrew was struggling with that too. She helped him through one of those problems, but he couldn't do the next one on his own.

"Hey, um... what's your name?"

``I'm Diana," she said.

"Would you be able to help me outside of class?" he asked. He really didn't want to fail calculus 2.

"Sure," she said. He suspected she said yes more because she like math than that she liked him.

So, she gave him tutoring sessions twice a week, and in the end, he passed calculus 2 largely because of her. When one spends that much with someone, you tend to talk about more things that just math. Diana was an only child who was really enjoying college. She was also on the volleyball team and was friends with a lot of other players. Andrew was enjoying the challenge of college, even math, but had only one other close friend, and that was someone he already knew from high school.

So Diana and he had become became friends and often hung out outside of class. They went out to dinner sometimes, went out to movies, went on a few hikes, and watched Stranger Things together too. At the end of the semester, Andrew learned that Diana had failed her writing class. She showed Andrew one of her papers on which she had gotten and F.

"Why did I fail?" she asked him.

"Well um..." Andrew was trying to find a nice was to say her writing was terrible.

"Did I hold back on you when I told you your math was wrong?" she asked. "I need to pass this class, Andrew. I need to know what's wrong with my writing."

"Everything," he said before he could hold it back. "Sorry."

"No, it's okay. I know I'm a bad writer. Help me."

``You ramble a lot. There's no organization. What's your thesis statement? There are typos all over the place."

She was frowning. She was probably disappointed in herself. ``How do I fix it?"

Andrew began to help her. Every time she had a paper, she would bring it to him and ask him for edits. The first time he asked her to write the whole thing over again with the paper organized around her thesis. He read it over and then nodded.

"Better, but it's still only like a C."

"How do I get an A?" Diana asked.

"Let's try to be more focused," he said. "You go off topic a lot. Be concise."

Andrew and Diana's relationship was purely platonic. Nothing romantic happened between them. And Andrew was okay with that. He only saw Diana as a friend, not a romantic partner, until a couple of months ago. He wasn't sure what changed. Maybe his hormones had finally kicked up a gear. Maybe it was that one time he walked in on her in her underwear. Regardless of what it was, he started to think of Diana differently. More and more often, he started to imagine what it would be like to take her to bed and pleasure her. He had never had sex before. Thoughts of Diana began to take over his masturbation sessions.

But he didn't act on these feelings. He was afraid of ruining what they had if she didn't feel the same way, and he didn't see any indication that she did. Then again, would he notice if she did? Probably not. He knew he was notoriously unobservant about these things. Women were often too subtle for him.

Then one day after class, toward the end of the semester, Diana came running to him down the hall. This time, he took in her beauty: her smile, her red hair swaying behind her, her perfectly round medium breasts bouncing as she ran. The way her skirt curved around her hips and covered her panties, which covered her womanhood.

"I got an A on my paper!" she exclaimed.

"Yay!" he said. ``I'm so proud of you." He immediately kicked himself. He had said it like he was her father.

"It's all thanks to you," she said. Her smile brightened. "I was wondering if you wanted to come to my birthday party."

"I'd love to," he said. "When is it?"

``Saturday," she said. "And it's a pool party, so dress accordingly."

"Okay," Andrew asked.

"I'll see you then," she said. Then she walked off.

She was about to turn the corner until Andrew called out, "Diana, wait!"

"What?" She came back to him.

"Um... I was just wondering if you would... like to... go to dinner with me.... On Sunday."

"We go out to dinner already. Is there something different this time?" she prodded.

"Well, yes, I was hoping it would be like a...."

"Date," she said, smiling.

"Yes," he said.

"Of course I would," she said. ``Took you long enough." Then she closed the distance between them and planted her mouth on his.

Andrew stood there not knowing what to do during his first kiss. Was he supposed to do something was his tongue? He pressed his lips back against hers gently. She seemed to like it.

``See you Saturday," she said. She waved goodbye without even turning around.

On Saturday, Andrew met Diana at the pool. He was expecting a larger crowd of both girls and boys for the pool party. but the only other people there were four of Diana's friends from the volleyball team: Bianca, Charlette, Grace, and Zoey. All of the girls were dressed in short shorts. Andrew checked out their legs but tried not to be obvious about it.

They walked up to the pool entrance together. There was a receptionist. Wait a second, why would a pool need a receptionist? The five girls in front of him pulled on key cards and checked in through a turn-style. What was going on? The receptionist glared at Andrew. Then she turned to the girls.

"Is he with you?" she asked.

"He is," Diana said.

"Every single woman here has the right to kick you out. Do you understand?" she asked Andrew.

"Um, okay."

She pulled out a key and unlocked the turn-style for him. He walked through to find all five of the girls smiling at him mischievously. ``What was that about?" he asked them.

"It's a women only pool," Diana said. "Invite only for men."

Andew raised an eyebrow. ``Are you sure it's okay? I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable."

Diana walked up to him and put her arms on her shoulders. "Don't worry. I want you here. You make me very comfortable," she said.

"Okay," Andrew said. Then they entered the pool.

The pool was rather crowded with women: young, middle-aged, old, black, brown, white. It was quite the diverse pool, except in the area of gender. Andrew was the only man in the area. It made him feel really out of place, especially as half of the women turned to stare at him. Most of the stares were friendly, some checking him out unabashedly.

"Don't worry. You're with us," Diana told him. "Now let's get dressed properly."

The volleyball girls took off their shoes, shirts and finally their shorts, leaving them in bikinis. Andrew took off his shirt and put it in his backpack, where he had brought a change of clothes.

"I'm Andrew," he said.

"We know," a short, blond girl replied. "Diana told us. I'm Bianca." Bianca wore a blue bikini that fit tightly against her skin. Andrew tried not to stare at her crotch.

"Charlotte." Charlotte wore a red bikini that barely covered her huge breasts. She offered her hand to Andrew who shoke it. She used the handshake to pull him into a hug. Andrew found his chest pressing against hers. It felt nice. Wait, he shouldn't be enjoying this like that. He liked Diana. He pulled away. Charlotte giggled.

"Grace," another girl said. She was a brunette who was over six feet tall. No wonder she played volleyball.

"And I'm Zoey," the last girl said. "Diana has a lot of good things to say about you," she said. Zoey had long black hair that went down to the middle of her back. She was bunching it up into a bun to prepare for the pool.

"Hey, the volleyball court is open, and they're calling us over to play. We have six, that's perfect," Diana said. She looked to Andrew for confirmation.

"Yeah, I'll play," he said. He felt like it was disrespectful to spend the whole time ogling the beautiful female bodies on display. Volleyball would be a good distraction.

They jumped into the pool, and the other girls giggled as the swam toward their positions. There was no warm-up. A woman on the other threw the ball over to Andrew who caught it. "You serve," she said.

He threw the ball up in the air and whacked it over the net. The other team set it and smacked it back at him. He just managed to hit it, but none of his teammates could get it. Then the other team served. They hit it to him. He managed to hit it up to Diana, who set it to Grace, who scored them a point.

"Nice one," Diana told him. The game went on. Andrew was the worst player since he was the only one who didn't play volleyball seriously. The other team was quite experienced as well. He tried to make up his lack of experience with effort, diving at the ball whenever it came his way. That was the most fun part at playing in the pool: You could dive and not care about getting hurt. Unless you crashed into one of your teammates.

"I'm so sorry," Andrew said after he dived right into Charlotte. The worst part was as his hands went right for the ball, he ran right into Charlotte's breasts. He wasn't looking where he was going.

He expected Charlotte to be mortified. She wasn't. "No worries," she said. "It's part of the game."

"Hey, is it just me, or is it getting hot in here," one of their opponents said. She proceeded to take off the top of her bikini and throw it to the ledge of the pool. Andrew stared at her nipples. Her breasts were round and firm. Andrew imagined what it would be like to suck them. Then he averted his gaze to one of their other opponents, who was also taking off her top. Her breasts were black like her skin. Andrew was fascinated, but it felt wrong for him to be here. He turned to Diana, but he saw Charlotte taking her top off along the way, and he was mesmerized. Charlotte began to jump up and down, bouncing her huge breasts in the air. She laughed as she stared at Andrew.

Diana was already at Andrew's side. She whispered into his ear, "It's okay. They know you're here. Enjoy the view. Just don't touch without permission, but I know you know that already. That's why I was okay bringing you here. All right?"

"Sure... okay," he said. It was his serve. Andrew stopped to check out the exposed breasts of their opponents for a few moments, and then he served the ball. He played even harder now to distract himself from dirty thoughts. He dove for a ball that landed to Grace perfectly. She hit it over for a point. In celebration, she took her top off. She looked at Andrew and winked. Andrew could only stare back at her, frozen in shock.

Then the ball was coming right for him when someone tackled him to the pool. It

was Charlotte. And her huge breasts hand landed right on top of Andrew's face. She stopped in front of him. "Sorry, it's part of the game, you know."

That ball was way out of Charlotte's range. She had no business going for it. Had she just done it as an excuse for him to feel her huge breasts? "Yeah, I know," he said, too afraid to call her out.

The game finished. They had stopped keeping track of the score a while ago, so nobody knew who won. "Let's hit the showers," Diana said. Then she got up out of the pool. Andrew looked at her beautiful, panty-clad ass. The way her butt cheeks bounces as she walked away was awesome.

"Excuse me, young man," a woman said. Andrew looked up to find a completely naked woman addressing him. He stared at her shaved pussy for longer than was polite (how long was polite anyway?) and then looked past her breasts up to her face. She only smiled at him.

"Umm... yes," Andrew said.

"I left my bikini on the other side of the pool. Would you get it for me?" she asked. "It's orange."

"Umm, sure." Had she taken off her bottoms during the game? He swam under the net to the other side of the pool, picked up the wet orange bikini, swam back and held the orange bikini up to her. She leant down, grabbed it from him, giving him a better view of her breasts. Was it just him, or were her nipples hard?

"Thank you," she said before walking about.

Andrew stared at her ass as she went. She held the wet bikini in her left hand, and it made him wonder about other ways in which a woman's undergarments might get wet. God, vaginas are so sexy. I need to get home and masturbate, he thought.

He got up out of the pool and made his way toward the exit.

"Where are you going?" Diana asked him.

"I'm going home. It's wrong for me to be here. A naked woman just asked me to get her bikini."

"What's wrong with that?" Diana asked him.

"Well, men shouldn't do that. Not without permission."

"Didn't she give you permission when she asked you to get it?"

Andrew considered this. "I guess she did. But I stared at her longer than I should him. I felt like I was objectifying her."

Diana laughed. "Oh, you're so sweet. You feel lust for hot naked women because you're a heterosexual man. It's not wrong. It's how you're built. It's how you act on it that matters. And you've been very respectful. Sometimes too respectful."

``What do you mean too respectful?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Kiss me," she said.

"Okay." He walked up and gently pecked his lips against hers. She barely kissed back.

"No, kiss me like you mean it. Stop worrying if I will be offended and let your kiss show me how much you like me."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Kiss me."

This time Andrew stepped forward, threw one arm around the small of her back and planted his lips on hers passionately. Their tongues started to touch, and it became a French kiss. The kiss lasted for several seconds this time and she kissed back with just as much passion.

"Which kiss was better?" she asked.

"The second one by a mile."

"See what I mean about being too respectful. I'll tell you if you do something I don't like, and I know you'll listen. Don't be afraid to show some passion. I want you to join us in the locker room," Diana said.

"What?! I'm really not supposed to go in there," he said. "Women are naked in there. Will they be okay with me looking at them?"

"My friends are." She turned to wave at them. They were waiting in front of the locker room in their bikinis. They were waiting for him, Andrew realized. "And hey, remember what the receptionist said: Anyone who has a problem with it has a right to kick you out. So if they don't kick you out, they don't have a problem with it. All right?"

"If you're sure it's okay."

She grabbed his hand and guided him to the women's locker room. They joined Bianca. Charlotte, Grace, and Zoey.

Charlotte was just saying to Grace, "Oh, he's so cute, I just want to --- Oh hey, Andrew." Charlotte waved.

The four girls made their way into the locker room. Andrew and Diana held hands outside it. He looked up and read "Women's locker room." to confirm this wasn't a dream. "Let's go," Diana said. And they walked into the locker room.

Andrew had intended not to ogle women unnecessarily, but as they turned to corner, he realized it would not be possible. He watched a young women pull off her bikini bottoms and stuff them right into a locker.

"Hi," she said, turning toward him and giving him a full view of her nakedness.

"Hi," he replied. He walked past them to find two naked women chatting. The slits between their legs breathed in the open air. Breasts bounced on his left as a woman walked by. She smiled and waved at him.

Bianca, Charlotte, Diana, Grace, and Zoey stopped in front of some lockers. Andrew watched Zoey pull off her top and bottoms and stretch her arms up when she was totally naked.

"I love being naked," Zoey said, smiling at Andrew. "It's so freeing."

"Me too," Charlotte said. She twirled around, showing everyone her beautifully shaved pussy.

Grace disrobed next. She was hairy down there.

"Let's give the girls a chance to breathe," Bianca said as she cupped her own naked breasts.

"You know, it's not fair if everyone does it, except you," Diana said to Andrew.

Diana had taken off her top. Andrew looked at her perky breasts. God, he wanted to suck them. They were the prettiest boobs he had ever seen, though maybe that was just because they belonged to the girl he liked. She had her hands over her bottoms, but she was waiting for him. Andrew untied his pants. He put his hands on both sides of his shorts, like Diana was doing.

"On three," she said. "One, two, three."

Andrew pulled down his shorts to reveal his penis. It had been getting excited during these past few moments, and it was starting to get erect.

Then he stared at Diana's vagina. Two vertical pink lips surrounded her glistening slit. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He could not tear his eyes away. The girls cheered as Andrew's erection began to grow.

"It's about time," Charlotte said, staring at his penis with unabashed lust.

"I was beginning to think it wasn't working properly," Bianca said.

"He didn't start getting hard until he saw you Diana," Zoey said. "He's the one for you."

"Let's hit the showers," Grace said.

Diana led the way to the showers. They passed several more naked women on the way, all of whom at least glimpsed at Andrew's erection.

They entered the shower area, where there were twenty open showers. "Open showers?" Andrew asked.

"Yeah," Diana said. "We're all girls here. We have the same parts." She winked at Andrew.

There were three women already showering, and Andrew noticed on of them was washing herself quite vigorously between her legs. She sighed with delight as she rubbed her pussy. Wait, she was pleasuring herself! This was the first time Andrew had ever seen a woman masturbate in real life. He had seen it plenty of times in porn, but this different. The masturbating woman noticed they had guests, and even that Andrew was a man, but instead of turning her off, it turned her on even more. In fact, she waved at the girls to get out of the way while still masturbating. Once they moved, she stared at Andrew's erect penis and took her pleasuring up a notch. One hand went to pinch her nipple, the other continued to rub between her legs.

Andrew walked up for a closer view. He saw one, then two of the woman's fingers disappear inside herself. "Yes!" she screamed. Her other hand left her breast and went down to her clitoris, where she began to make circles.

"Oh god. Yes! Yes! Yes," she said before absolutely losing it and going to town on herself as she arched her head back. She bounced up and down, causing her boobs to do the same. Then she brought her head down and stared at Andrew's hard penis. She smiled. "Mmmm... penis!" She screamed, completely unconcerned with what anyone thought. Her hand rubbed her clit so quickly it became a blur and she yelled out again, "Oh, yes! Fuck! Uuuugggg!" Then she went weak in the knees and her body tightened and started shaking. Was she orgasming? Yes, she was orgasming at the sight of his hard cock. This woman he had never seen before was having what looked like an intense orgasm aided by his cock.