Holiday in Her Hometown

The escape from our snow covered campus was more than welcome. As usual the temperature had dropped mid-September and my girlfriend, Emma, and I had spent the last couple of months trudging between classes in sweaters and heavy coats.

I had never been to Arizona but Emma had assured me that spending Thanksgiving in her home town would require an entirely different wardrobe than what we had recently been wearing. The welcoming blast of warm, dry desert air as we got off of the plane proved her correct.

I had met her parents on their visits to our University and they welcomingly picked us up at the airport for the 20 minute drive to their home. The past month had been a blur and I was looking forward to the long weekend away. I appreciated the invitation to come join them for the long weekend and the fact that we could feel some sun on our skin was an added bonus.

Upon arrival at their home we retrieved our luggage from the trunk and I was pleased to have Emma's Mom direct me to take my bag to Emma's room downstairs. I hadn't asked in advance what the sleeping arrangements were, but I had been plenty prepared to find myself in a guest room on my own or perhaps on a couch. I mentioned this to Emma as we unpacked in her room and she laughed.

"We're 21 and we've been together for a year! My parents surely understand that sometimes we have sex and sleep in the same bed!"

I nodded ruefully in relief. Fact was, we hadn't done much of either during the past couple of weeks. Between upcoming exams and both of our part-time work schedules we'd been too busy to find much time together. I was horny to the point of discomfort and hoped that the weekend away would provide an opportunity to bed my girlfriend.

We joined Emma's sister and parents for a lovely dinner at a local Italian restaurant and after a long day connecting through two airports we finally found ourselves alone in her downstairs bedroom.

Emma looked incredible. Having become accustomed to seeing her in jeans and heavy sweaters I revelled in the sundress she wore. It clung tightly to her upper body and her large breasts strained against the fabric producing an inviting line of cleavage. I watched her undress and change into sleepwear and we were soon in bed. Without much subtlety I suggested that perhaps we could have sex. To my great disappointment Emma told me that she was uncomfortable with the idea.

"Well, my parents are home and their room is just above us babe!"

I was disappointed but didn't push. She squeezed in close to me on the twin bed and wrapped her arm around me lovingly. Her shoulder length chestnut hair smelled incredible.

We were more than accustomed to sleeping in small quarters. The bed in Emma's dorm was a twin whereas my quarters featured only a single bed which we managed to make work when necessary. It was jammed into a corner and next to a dresser which provided very little space to work with. When we found ourselves being intimate in my dorm it usually resorted to having sex with me in behind her as it simply provided more space. I quite loved those nights. As Emma cuddled in close to me I wistfully pictured myself lined up behind her, her sexy round ass up in the air and her large boobs bouncing underneath her as I pounded into her from behind.

I wanted her so badly!

As if she knew what I was imagining Emma's hand drifted down to my penis and found it swollen up in my boxer shorts.

"It's not like I've never had sex in here before... just not when my parents were home"

she purred.

"In fact. I gave my first blowjob right over there by the desk"

she teased, her hand beginning to pull my dick upwards.

I groaned.

Her voice dropped lower. Lusty. Teasing. She spoke slowly.

"...and when my parents were in Maui. I invited my boyfriend at the time to sleep over one night... and he fucked me

three times

in just that one night... Right here in this bed.... Can you imagine?"

"Fuck... Emma...."

I warned. Not wanting to know much more, but my body belying that fact. My dick was rock hard and already twitching as her hand stroked it onwards.

"

Night babe"

she ended simply.

Her hand withdrew from my underwear and her head returned to my chest. Her eyes were closed but the grin was unmistakable.

I let out a long groan followed by a deep, taught, breath.

Emma's breathing soon confirmed to me that she had quickly fallen asleep. With little opportunity to reposition I laid there in frustration for the next 30 mins, staring at the desk across the room and envisioning my cute girlfriend on her knees next to it... her heading bobbing up and down on some lucky guy.

Emma was an accomplished tease and she had surely fallen asleep knowing that this is exactly what would happen.

We awoke the next morning to the welcoming sun and heat. We had no particular plans for the day or evening aside from visiting with some of Emma's friends. A number of them were back in town for the Thanksgiving long weekend and many still lived there. Emma took a series of telephone calls as she got dressed and did her hair. I groggily worked through a cup of coffee and checked my email while she made plans for our day. From what I could gather we were to meet several of her friends for lunch and it sounded like there might be a party happening later that night?

"At Ethan's?...... Well it's certainly an easy commute.... it would probably be fun, but...."

"Let me think about it for a bit..... what time?"

"I've got stuff here I'm sure, but Josh doesn't have a swimsuit with him I don't think..."

"Either way we can discuss it at lunch"

We borrowed Emma's Mom's convertible Mercedes coupe to take to lunch. The neighborhood was beautiful. Richly appointed properties in the foothills wound down towards the quaint town centre.

As we drove Emma filled me in on which of her friends we would be meeting. It sounded like a couple of them had brought along their boyfriends as well which I figured I would probably be grateful for.

She told me that there was a pool party being planned for that night. Apparently a guy that they had gone to school with named Ethan who's family lived several properties down from Emma's. He was a couple of years older and still lived in town. His parents were snowboarding in Utah for the weekend and he was planning to host.

I reminded Emma that I didn't have a swimsuit and she told me we could go for a quick shop that afternoon.

Lunch was as expected. A handful of girls giggling excitedly in reunion. Keen to catch up, laugh, and gossip. Two other guys named Dan and Joseph were along, seemingly finding themselves in exactly the same situation I was. Luckily our long outdoor patio table was positioned near the bar and a variety of sports highlights on the wall mounted TVs broke the ice for the three of us.

It was nice to see Emma in her natural hometown environment. A bit different. She was usually so busy and wound tight with all of her responsibilities with school and work. But her friends were all welcoming and it was nice to see her let her hair down. I imagined that the group of them had sat at this exact restaurant many times in the past, laughing and joking in similar fashion as they were today.

As lunch came to a close everyone planned to meet up at the party later. With wind blasting through our hair Emma expertly slammed the Mercedes through its gears and accelerated onto the highway towards the mall. I had never seen her drive and was surprised to find that she had such a lead foot!

She led me to Abercrombie and we located a suitable swimsuit from their selection. I enquired as to whether she needed to buy one as well. The prospect of her trying on swimsuits for me sent an instant jolt to my nether regions.

"Don't be silly.

You should see my closet at home. I only brought about a quarter of my stuff to school with me!"

I nodded ruefully and we were soon back on the road as Emma again channeled her inner Lewis Hamilton. The Mercedes snaked rapidly through the expressway until we blissfully swung across a lane and onto her exit.

We had an early barbecue dinner with her family on their magnolia lined patio. It was a truly beautiful property. Emma's younger sister Jen took every opportunity to put forth embarrassing stories about Emma from their youth. To Emma's credit she wasn't easily phased and took the ribbing with the occasionally accepting nod and roll of the eyes..

Emma's Dad checked to ensure that we would just be walking to the party for the night, and with his parental duties complete he retired to the yard with a cigar and a cocktail.

Downstairs Emma and I got ready. As I cut the tags out of the swimsuit she rooted through her sizeable closet. Several garments were pulled out and displayed for me as Emma and I laughed about items that were fashionable several years ago but seemed quite embarrassing given current fashion trends. She eventually returned with a swimsuit. Without any sense of embarrassment I quite deliberately watched her disrobe across the room from me.

"Enjoying the view?!"

she laughed as she flung her top at me.

"Very much"

I nodded eagerly.

As the swimsuit was pulled onto her naked body I realized that there wasn't much to it. It was a stripey black and white two piece. While the bottoms were modestly cut they were no competition for Emma's shapely ass which they clung to suggestively. Emma wrestled for a moment with the top. Her large breasts were a challenge for many garments and as she arranged herself in place my jaw comically dropped. The two triangles of the bikini top were strained to their limits, tightly pulling Emma's boobs together. The long line of cleavage ran from the top of her breasts until barely disappearing in a small line of fabric.

"Yikes"

Emma said making a face.

"I guess they've grown a bit in the past couple of years"

She could have easily subbed in for a swimsuit calendar shoot. She looked incredible. But it was definitely... overt.

She looked through the closet for other options but the only other swimsuit was an even older one piece that Emma confirmed she wouldn't even fit into.

Giving a shrug she confidently put a loose blouse on over top and paired it with a pair of short distressed jean shorts.

I hurriedly donned a shirt as well. With a bag of refreshments pilfered from her parents ample beer fridge we were off for the short walk to the party.

The tree-lined property was large and expansive. The stately tudor house was backed with a huge wooden deck with a sunken hot tub which gave way to a long yard and a pool off in the distance. There were more people there than I expected. Well over 50 people were already gathered either on the back lawn or already in the pool. As we passed through the large kitchen Emma was greeted by friends and acquaintances. Ethan, the host, was in the kitchen fetching more ice for a number of coolers which were placed on the deck and around the yard. He gave Emma a big hug and told her he was glad she was back in town. I was introduced around as we went and everyone was very welcoming.

For the first hour we made our way between groups of Emma's friends and we quickly found ourselves a couple of drinks in. As I went for our third round she suggested we head over to the pool next. Many of the partygoers were in the water while some had retreated to the jacuzzi on the deck. With our swimsuits already on underneath our clothes there was no need to 'change' so we simply found a place for our extra clothes on the deck. Emma quite deliberately searched out a far removed deck chair and pushed our bag under.

"Good idea. Lessons learned!"

her friend Alexis laughed as she passed by drink in hand. I raised a quizzical eyebrow to Emma who looked like she was blushing a bit.

"Some of the guys used to take my clothes and hide them from me at parties..."

she offered as an embarrassed explanation.

I could imagine something like that happening at parties with my school friends so I thought nothing of it as we proceeded toward the pool with our drinks.

The warm Summer air belied the fact that it was still November and the afternoon sun was waning as we entered the pool. The heat was cranked up and the water warm as we slipped into the shallow end. From the time since we had arrived the music had grown louder and people more rambunctious.

"Jeez Emma. I haven't seen THAT swimsuit in a while"

joked one of her male friends as we passed.

"I still have visions of it permanently implanted in my brain"

he laughed. Emma sent a splash of water his way.

"It looks like it would be a better fit for your sister"

one of his companions joked resulting in a torrent of water for him too.

As we made our way around the pool it was clear that most guys there had no compunction about admiring Emma's body or making comments. It seemed to always done lightheartedly, but I did find it surprising.

As the evening wore on the crowd began to wane. Having grown to close to 100 strong at one point there were now around 40 people milling about in the twilight. Emma and I had joined a number of others in the sunken hot tub on the large wooden deck. Like everything else on the property it was large and there must have over 15 people in it when we slid into the cramped confines.

I was surprised to notice one of the girls with her top off, but as we sunk into the warm water it became clear that everyone was playing some kind of truth or dare type game. Everyone had clearly had a number of drinks and boisterous cries of

"Emma!"

and

"Emma's here!"

were shouted by a few of the guys as she entered the hot tub. She extended an arm across her waist and gave a joking bow which only served to further display her pendulous cleavage to the crowd earning a couple of whistles.

From the off it was clear that the game they were playing was sexually oriented. The questions and dares all seemed to have to do with previous hook-ups or escapades. Within the first couple of minutes I had seen the breasts of a girl I had been speaking casually with just an hour earlier. Shortly thereafter one of Emma's best friends from lunch bared hers as well. One of the guys lost a bet and was required to go fetch beers for anyone who wanted them from a cooler across the yard... while naked. Unwilling to give up details about a hook-up gone wrong, another of Emma's friends chose the alternative option of putting her hand down one of the guy's swimsuits to get him hard. The well lubricated crowd watched eagerly and laughed as her hand got to work under the bubbly water and the lucky guy smiled widely in appreciation of her efforts.

It was all very forward stuff and much more 'familiar' than I was used to from my parties back home. I was about to quietly suggest to Emma that we should make our way back to the pool, or even just get ready to go. But she'd had a few drinks and was seemingly having fun with her friends. I had a feeling about what was coming next and within a minute my intuition was confirmed.

"So Emma..."

one of the guys said drawing everyone's attention.

"Is it true or not, that you had a threesome with those two French exchange students that were staying with your family for the Summer?"

Emma flushed quickly and the crowd in the hot tub roared.

"Bradley!"

she groaned in protest.

"My boyfriend is RIGHT here!"

In our generally brief discussions about our previous sexual experiences Emma had certainly never brought up French guys or threesomes. I would have remembered both. But I was starting get the picture that perhaps there was a bit more to Emma's past than I knew.

It was clear that Emma was reluctant to say anything about the guy's threesome enquiry. Just the question alone had whipped the already excitable crowd into a frenzy.

"Well, surely there are a few people here who haven't seen them yet..."

the guy from across the jacuzzi shrugged.

Amongst cheers from all of the males (as well as several of the girls) I watched in shock as my girlfriend reluctantly lifted a hand to the back of her neck. With a pull of the tie the two small triangles of fabric were released from their burden. Emma's large breasts dropped down to hang naturally. With her other hand she reached around for the tie at her back. With it undone the small triangles of fabric were pulled from the ends of her breasts bringing her soft pink nipples and areola into view. The sight of her large, and very naked, boobs drew an even louder cheer from the revellers. The pale white skin of her heavy breasts glistened in the bubbling water.

I assumed this would draw an even further reaction of embarrassment from my usually reserved partner, however her soft smirk indicated that seemed to be drawing some satisfaction from the amount of fuss that was being made over her.

Despite the fact that I was right next to her people seemed to pay little mind to the fact. Multiple people made comments about my girlfriend and her chest that would certainly not have been seen as appropriate in any setting outside of a drunken, semi-naked, hot tub.

Thankfully one of the girls soon shifted attention towards a guy with a pointed question about cumming too fast and I watched with relief as Emma soon tied her breasts back up into her top. I was a bit confused by the overt sexuality of the goings on. I knew that guys could get pretty wild in a group setting, but I was surprised how most of the girls seemed to be pretty comfortable in that environment as well.

Emma's hand on my leg drew my attention away from the proceedings. It had reached up high. Too high up to be accidental. As we watched and listened to her friends it crept up further under the swirling water until it was placed right at the top of my inner thigh. Less than an inch away from my penis. She let absolutely nothing on, not even looking at me, just laughing occasionally with her friends.

I had wanted to get ready to leave and had been about to suggest it. But Emma's hand kept me silent. As the group broke into uproarious laughter about something I had missed she leaned into me quietly.

"Babe. My drink is almost done. Could you run over to one of the coolers and get us another round?"

It was my opportunity to make a counter-suggestion. Maybe we should just call it a night? However as she finished her request she leaned into me and gave me a deep kiss. As she did so her hand finally moved that extra bit over and encircled my dick through my swimsuit. As she kissed me she used her fingers to rapidly tug at it forcing me to stifle a moan. No one around us would have even noticed if they'd been paying attention, and given the amount of activity in the jacuzzi they certainly weren't.

Breaking the kiss my cute girlfriend gave me a sweet smile. Immensely horny and with the first suggestion of relief to come it was decided that we would be staying at least for now.

I departed the hot tub and made my way across the darkened yard. The crowd had dwindled significantly but there were still a few pockets of people socializing. It seemed that those who had been in the pool had made their way over to a roaring bonfire that had been lit in a fire pit in one of the far off corners of the yard.

As I crossed the lawn I noticed a couple, hand-in-hand strolling away from the crowd towards the semi-privacy of a low hedge.

Over on the pool deck another couple were cozied up and making out passionately on a pool lounger.

At the far end of the pool the light from the bonfire's flames flickered across another couple on a beach blanket. The flickering flames occasionally flashed across a pert, naked bum as the girl rode her partner urgently.