One Hot Summer 03 (Option #2)

"Can I just have some alone time with Cassie?"

Samantha abandoned our treading trio and swam to the other end of the pool. To her credit, she tried not to show how angry she was, but her blushing cheeks betrayed her true feelings. It wasn't my intention to hurt her feelings or anything, but I didn't want to share my first time with Cassie. This was OUR moment.

"Should I not have said that?" I asked Cassie, trying to keep the energy we created in this pool.

Her response was not words. When Samantha left our eyesight completely, Cassie wrapped a single arm around me and pulled me in to a kiss. This wasn't just a kiss between friends, this was a sex-starved hungry kiss. Mouths open, tongues grinding against one another. I stopped treading water and started to grope her breasts over her bikini, which caused us to start sinking.

When the water broke our kiss, we pushed away; laughing at the silly interruption. We remained in the deep end for only a moment longer, staring at one another. She was probably thinking the same thing I was; I couldn't believe I was kissing my best friend of 10+ years. My mind couldn't even comprehend how we began doing this.

Cassie turned her body, dove underneath the small waves we created, and swam away from me. Disappointment sunk my heart like a stone. She finished our little game and I wasn't nearly started. I retreated back toward the diving board and reached up to hold on. I assumed she was going to leave, so rather than tread water I used the diving board to hold myself up. She didn't leave, however, instead she turned around once she made it into the shallow end.

I smiled at her. She gave me a playful wave. Her head swiveled toward the house, for only a moment, and then she turned back toward me. Cassie's body emerged from the water; as far as her feet could touch the bottom. Her fingers swiftly lifted her bikini top until two perfectly perky C-cup breasts fell out.

She looked back at the house again, clearly hoping that nobody would see what their naughty daughter or sister was doing in the pool with her friend. That was the farthest thing from my mind. If I weren't already in the pool, I would notice how lubricated I had become. My body's reaction was saying, "invite her inside." I wanted it and she apparently did, too.

Taking the obvious hint, I abandoned my spot below the diving board and swam through to deep end faster than I ever knew I could swim. I dove below the surface, kicked my feet, and shoved my way through the water to get to Cassie. And then I nearly choked.

Seeing that I was swimming under the water rather than on top of it, Cassie decided to take her game a little further. As I came up on her, she pulled aside the bottom for her bikini until I could see my best friend's naked sex. I gasped when I shouldn't have gasped, sprung up out of the water like a dolphin, and barely caught myself on the way back down.

"Are you okay?" Cassie asked coyly.

I coughed up the water I had swallowed, which wasn't sexy, and reached for the side of the pool. I couldn't believe what was happening. Cassie flirted with me, kissed, and she flashed both her breasts and her vagina. We hadn't even had a conversation about feeling like this...and then it hit me.

We did kiss that one time. We used to playfully wrestle around when one of us teased the other; about school, about boys, about whatever. Any groping was a complete accident...wasn't it? Even under the blankets on movie night? Had I been so ignorant that I never noticed Cassie had been flirting with me for years?

Her arms wrapped around my body until her tips of her fingers touched the top seam of my bikini. I grabbed her hand, shocked about my sudden revelation. Cassie and I were always going to end up doing this, eventually, because I secretly wanted it just as badly as she did.

"Is it okay if I put my hand down here?" Cassie asked with legitimate concern in her voice.

Her tone made me realize that I was inadvertently doing this all wrong. I made her feel like I didn't want this to happen. I made her think that her desire was strictly one-sided. How humiliating would it be, that when she finally gets the nerve to make her move, I spurn her advances? But, I had always wanted HER and I thought MY desire was one-sided.

My hand, still on her hand and hovering just over the proof of my desire, shoved her fingers down below my bikini. That action served as my definitive "yes". Yes, I desired her touch. Yes, I wanted her to finger me. And yes, I wanted to fuck her.

I leaned my head backwards, thrusting my entire body into her arms. With her left hand, she brushed aside the hair from my face and wasted no time reconnecting with my lips.

"Hey," Cassie threw another glance to the house, "should we take this to my bedroom?"