Please note that this story, while obviously part of the Kathy's Pool Party series, is also a continuation of A Week With Cathy (I strongly suggest you read that first).
BERNI
I was massaging my boyfriend's cum into Kelly's breasts when, of course, Kelly's girlfriend Hanna walked into the room. She took in the scene -- me making Kelly sigh, Paul lying next to us still semi-erect, all of us naked -- Hanna was too -- and at first literally could not speak. And when she could, all that came out was "What the fucking fuck...?"
Which was fair, I guess.
"It's not as bad as it looks," Kelly said, unconvincingly.
But of course it was. It was
worse than
it looked: by any definition of the word, Kelly and Paul and I had in fact just had a threesome (
I'd had a threesome; how insane is that!
)..
Before Hanna could say anything else, I said "You have no right to complain, Hanna, you were practically fucking Rae in the pool before."
And yes, I shouldn't have gotten in the middle of all this, but I like Kelly and I don't like Hanna, so there you go. Not that I was doing Kelly any favors here, because she'd had no idea Hanna was cheating on her.
This whole evening was suddenly going south very quickly.
Hanna stormed out of the room.
#
GAIL
It had been a weird and frustrating couple of days.
The last Eddie had seen me, I still hadn't even let him see me topless, or touch my breasts under my shirt. And I appreciated the fact that he'd accepted my desire to take it slowly.
Now, though, I wanted him to just throw me down and fuck my brains out. But I could hardly explain to him what had changed:
While I was out of state visiting my cousin, I'd jerked off a boy I didn't even know while he fondled my breasts. And I'd had sex four times, including twice with my brother and once with a girl.
I know, listing it like that, it sounds really bad. But things... just happened.
Since I've been back, he's continued to "respect" me, and I'd done everything I could to encourage him short of throwing off my clothing or grabbing his dick. I'd completely stopped wearing bras when I was out with him, and let's just say you can really tell when I'm not wearing a bra.
I wasn't wearing one now. We were at an outdoor party at my friend Kathy's house, and the short pink t-shirt I was wearing was... snug. Which was why Eddie and I were sharing a deck chair apart from most of our friends: I felt self-conscious about how badly my nips were poking through. I was thinking about changing into the bikini I'd bought while I was away.
Not that the bikini was all that modest: It showed
a lot
of cleavage, far more than I really felt comfortable letting all of my friends see, but this t-shirt felt like a second skin.
(I should mention that the one time I had worn that bikini, at another pool party, several girls were swimming topless -- so it hardly attracted much attention then)
As it turned out, I would have had no reason to feel self-conscious about any bikini top today: When I looked over to the other side of the pool, I saw Didi wearing a suit that was just barely legal. I don't think I'd ever seen anybody wearing something that tiny outside of magazines. Or porn.
My friend Berni had told me Didi was out to steal Mindy's boyfriend, and she was certainly getting his interest.
Eddie seemed pretty interested as well.
Hey
,
Didi,
I thought,
steal Mindy's guy, not mine!
I took Eddie's hands and placed them over my breasts, and he knew enough to take it from there. I couldn't believe I had to be that blatant about it, but at least things were starting to get interesting. Or as interesting as they could get in the middle of a pool party, anyway.
And then speaking of Berni, she and her boyfriend walked by, and Eddie abruptly pulled his hands off of me, which I'm sure didn't look
at all