Julie was perfect, the way that all crushes are. Just short of him, but with long, thick, toned legs that were part and parcel of a well-maintained ass. Breasts that were large enough to hang, but not so much they drooped, with large pink nipples summiting those glorious peaks. Her stomach, though she worried about it, had just enough meat on it to border her pubic triangle like frame to a beautiful painting. The short blond hair, trimmed into a pixie cut, added a "just different enough" spice to make a pretty girl into a knockout.
He only got the hints of these things at first, though. A low-cut blouse. Tight shorts that rode up when she bent over. And that glorious, glorious day she hosted that neighborhood pool party in a (yes, modest) one-piece swimsuit. Hadn't he grown up down the street from her? How do you define the slow realization that you've turned a corner into a puberty and good lord is that divorcee down the road a slamming hottie? It wasn't that he had never noticed before. But for some reason, this summer he found himself thinking about Julie more and more.
He imagined all YOU might imagine and more, spinning out elaborate fantasies in his head. Tonight, he would be the new pool boy, innocent and confused at first as Julie set her chair up to tan as he worked. His eyes raked over every inch of her as she slowly rubbed the tanning lotion into her skin. Tanlines were already apparent where her suit was slightly misadjusted, as this time she would be wearing a skimpy bikini that hugged her full hips. Those hips are emphasized by gravity as she settles into her chair, her firm buttcheeks pillowing out underneath the weight of her body. There would be a sudden tightness in his shorts as he continued on, working quietly, sneaking glances. Then she would roll over, glancing back at him.
"Could you give me a hand?" She wouldn't even acknowledge his reply, already laying her head back down, assuming that he would simply do as asked. He approached perfection. The bikini was even skimpier than he had realized, as it was all but swallowed up by her not-inconsiderable ass, but there was no sign of anything other than flawless skin, a little tanned and a little more sweaty. He reached for the lotion next to her absently, staring at her ass, missing once or twice, until he realized he had been standing there too long. Quick, businesslike spurts on her torso and limbs, and he found himself rubbing down her body before he had even realized it. Smooth, soft skin met his fingertips, but the tautness and power underneath spoke to the excellent shape she had kept herself in. Her shoulders were done, and he worked his way down her back, awkwardly contorted.
"Just straddle me. It'll be easier." Came her voice, without movement. He stepped a leg over the chair, but remained above her, crouched in a squatting position. "And sit. That can't be good for your back." He cleared his throat thinking of saying something, but her head turned again. "I'm serious."
There she was. Beauty, cute, hot, pretty, all the words that meant her face was the only thing he could see. Full lips twisted in a grin. Green eyes all but winking. She was everything he could ever want, telling him to sit on top of her. His pulse pounded in his ears and his breathing became ragged as he nodded dumbly. He sat down, a little disappointed in the lack of fireworks, but extremely gratified by the way her firm legs caught him. He felt her calves press into his back. "Keep going, or I'll get burned." Greasy hands almost forgotten, he returned to the task, leaning forward without thinking, pressing himself into her to reach her back. It wasn't until he sat back to approach her ass that he realized he had been jamming his rock-hard dick into her leg. But she hadn't said anything.
Better keep going. The bikini bottom was mere inches wide, doing very little to protect any of the real estate but providing the wandering eye with an excellent tanline once its role was completed. He started on the outside of her hips. Would her pussy lips be pale, too, he wondered? His hands moved over each cheek applying lotion firmly and evenly. I wonder what she smells like, he thought. He just had to know. His pulse climbed to a dull roar again as he leaned in closer; he spread her cheeks open as if all the better to apply lotion but he breathed deeply. Pool water. Sweat. Cut grass. The cloying coconut smell of the lotion. And, somewhere in there, the tang of a forbidden place.
She still hasn't said anything. He shifts his grip on her cheeks, spreading them out even wider. His nose dips even closer, closer to what the bikini bottom had just shifted to reveal...
"Michael? Michael!" He woke with a start. His sister, was shouting his name from the living room. Tucking away his painful hard erection and adjusting himself back to normalcy, he called her in. "Tess? I'm in my room." He hadn't seen her much this summer. Partly because they were busy, but partly because he'd found himself hard more often than not when she was around. Though that was because of Julie. Yeah, definitely because of Julie.
Tess strode in, small top and tiny shorts containing neither heat nor skin. Though nowhere near as developed as Julie, one could easily see the type of foundation Julie might have worked with when she was younger. There were a few differences, though, as Tess had dark, almost black hair with pale, pale skin. Tight, taut, and teenage, Tess was definitely enough to justify the boner in his pants, although that was Julie's fault it hadn't gone away yet.
"Hey you. Haven't seen you much the past couple of days, you feeling all right? You know there's no point in faking sick when there's no school, right?"
"Har-de-har, Tess, I've just been busy. Last summer before college starts, have to earn what I can."
Tess laughed and laid down on the bed next to him. Michael made a show of rolling away as if disgusted, causing giggles, but also allowing him to prop his dick underneath him against the bed. Assuming the bed could take it, of course.
"Exactly. Last summer you get to hang out with little ol' me!" Tess segued into her southern belle impression, complete with hand draped artfully cross her chest. Well, where it could reach, anyway. Michael swallowed hard as he watched Tess make a big dramatic sigh, as he suddenly realized his sister wasn't wearing a bra. Two small points had started forming through the thin shirt...
Michael tore his eyes away, looking back up at her face. How long had she been looking at him? Was that a grin starting to form? "Well, what do you wanna to do?" he said, acting normal. "The pool!" She shouted, throwing her arms up. Michael didn't dare to look away from her face on that one.
"The public pool? Ah, it's already filled with people by now."
"Fine, then. Let's ask Miss Julie if we can borrow hers."
