It was a hot September Saturday, over one hundred degrees. My daughter had a few friends over to celebrate her 18th birthday, her first co-ed birthday party. She and her friends would spend most of the afternoon in the pool. The boys thoroughly enjoyed the display of young female flesh, barely covered by skimpy bikinis; and the girls seemed to know exactly what they were doing, and showing. The well timed slips, the oopsies, and other clothing mishaps were well rehearsed.
I watched from the kitchen window as the afternoon events progressed. After the initial dip, two of the girls laid out towels on the hot concrete and lay down to tan. The rest of the group remained on the far step of the pool chattering. The tanning beauties lay on their stomachs with their feet towards the water. I watched as they talked quickly and secretively, and then fell quiet. In unison, each reached back and adjusted their swimsuit bottoms, pulling them far to one side. The girls lay perfectly still with their arms folded under their heads, faces turned toward each other.
It only took seconds for one of the boys to notice their silence and look over. From his position, he was gazing directly into two well oiled pussies. As the rest of the group continued their banter, his hands moved from the edge of the pool and disappeared beneath the water. He adjusted himself, and lingered for a few seconds. Noticing his distraction, one of the girls near him glanced in the direction of his gaze. "OH...MY...GAWD!" she shrieked. "You guys are sooo NASTY" she yelled playfully at the two "tanning" beauties. The heads of the exhibitionist duo popped up. Each had a grin from ear to ear as they burst into laughter. "At least I have the decency to shave before wearing a bikini!" called the girl in the pool. The looks of astonishment on the boys' faces were priceless. Although they talked tough and strutted around showing off their pecs and biceps, I could tell that none of them would know what to do with a girl if they caught one.
The two girls hopped back into the pool, giggling and enjoying their display. I turned to the fridge in hunt of a beer. I could tell this would be an interesting afternoon, and decided it would be irresponsible to leave the "children" unattended in the pool. I sat back down on my barstool at the window and browsed the newspaper. It was going to be hard to not get caught spying. I made sure that I appeared engulfed in an article each time someone came inside to get a drink or some more chips. It was about two o'clock and the sun would set about eight. How was I going to pretend to read this damn paper for six hours?
The group eventually engaged in a game of chicken. What better way for the boys to show off their prowess, and for the girls to "accidentally" lose their tops. The group had teamed up into four pairs, each guy hoisting a girl onto his shoulders. One of the tanners made sure she was well adjusted on her partner's shoulders, grinding her crotch into the back of his neck...repeatedly. He obviously enjoyed this, but didn't say anything. I suppose he was afraid she would stop. Battle commenced, and almost immediately two bikini tops had flown off. The half naked girls allowed a quick second for their freed bosoms to bounce in the open, then collapsed into the water covering their chests with one arm while grasping for their tops with the other. The game continued, but with the absence of any more "accidents" the boys grew tired of carrying their squirming trophies.
The girls dismounted their partners and climbed out the pool. "We'll be right back," one called as the quartet toweled off lightly and headed for the bathroom. I could only imagine what they were plotting. I have seen Broadway productions that were not this well choreographed. Oblivious to the pending set up, the guys stood in the pool reliving their game of chicken and the visual treats that each had experienced.
I sat on my stool as the girls cackled in the bathroom. I heard the door open and shut again, but the cackling continued. I had turned back to my paper, actually reading an article now, when I heard wet footsteps behind me. One of my daughter's friends stood in the doorway of the kitchen. Naked. Completely naked.
"Hey" I stammered, as I realized what the continued cackling was about. She was blonde, and thin, and blonde, and tan, and blonde, and had a tiny landing strip freshly shaved into her belly, blonde, of course. I had been set up. I knew it. She knew it. And, the hens in the bathroom knew it.
"Hey" she mimicked, and went to the fridge for a soda. In the reflection in the window I saw her bend at the waist and search the bottom shelf, for a long time.
"I think the drinks are in the door," I said as I regained my composure.
"Oh," she said. "I knew that."
"So what is there to see on the bottom shelf?" I replied, now actively seeking conversation with this naked beauty.
"Me" she said without hesitation.
I realized I could have any part of this girl. She was there for my taking. She wasn't shaking, wasn't blushing, and there was no fear in her eyes. She scared the hell out of me.
"Why don't you give me a real show? But, do it in front of your friends, and don't let on that I'm watching." I tingled as I spoke. What was I saying!? Did I just proposition my daughter's friend? No, I told myself. They set me up in the first place. I was just playing along.
"Isn't that what we have been doing?" she snipped playfully. "I've seen you watching us."
I didn't offer any excuse for sitting at the only window that looked over the pool. I didn't say that I was simply reading the paper. "You've been playing it very well," I said. "Your boyfriends are really enjoying themselves, but they actually think your wardrobe mishaps are accidents. Why don't you show them that you know what you are doing, and that you are not just dumb girls that can't keep their tops on and their suits adjusted?"
And with that she left as silently as she entered. She returned to the bathroom, which had become quiet. After hushed discussion and some muffled giggling, the girls emerged back onto the patio. They paraded single file to the steps of the pool with the full attention of the guys. In unison, the girls reached behind their backs and untied their tops. Four pairs of perfect perky breasts gleamed in the afternoon sunlight, blinding the boys.
All was silent. The ringleader, Blondie, untied the small bow on the side of her bikini bottoms and dropped them to the hot concrete as the others wriggled out of their tight suits. The boys' mouths gaped open and one choked out a cough. "So, what should we do now?" my little friend asked her audience. The girls slowly stepped into the water and swished toward the boys at the other side of the pool. "Would you like to see how long we can hold our breath?" she asked as each girl pushed a guy up against the underwater bench. Hands rustled underneath the water and swim trunks floated to the surface. The girls pushed their partners further back, seating them. One by one, the girls disappeared beneath the water and small bubbles appeared on the surface over the lap of each of the boys. The boys' faces were a combination of looks of shock, ecstasy, and wonderment. I think only one had previously experienced a blowjob, but never underwater. The boys were nervous with their hands. I could tell they wanted to guide their partners' heads, but didn't want to drown them.
I chuckled at this human whack-a-mole game as each girl periodically burst to the surface gasping for air, only to submerge again. It didn't take long for the girls to complete their mission. Strands of semen floated to the water's surface, collecting in the girls hair as they emerged triumphant. The group chatted quietly as my daughter finished off her friend. I was a little relieved that she was not the best cocksucker of the group. Or maybe she was just nervous, knowing that her father was watching.
The group headed for the steps, each trying to evade the sheen of sticky swimmers. I gathered my keys and wallet for a trip to the store while the party toweled off. I really wanted to avoid awkward conversation with four boys who had just blown their load in my pool.
When I returned from the store the pool was still. I found the girls in the family room watching a movie. The boys were gone. "How was your party?" I asked from the kitchen, announcing my presence.
"You tell us," my little friend fired back playfully. My daughter was silent, and was slouched on the couch hiding.
