One Hot Summer 02 (For my "Option 2" people)

"Gabi, seriously, come in the pool with me," Cassie pleaded.

"I will...just..." I didn't know what to say. What happens if I join her in the pool and make some clumsy advance, thinking she wanted to be more than friends? If she turned me down, in her family's pool, how humiliating would that be for me? I'd have to go in the house and change my clothes and drive home just...ashamed of myself. "You know what, I think I'm just feeling a little dehydrated. I'll join you in the pool, but first I need to grab another bottle."

Grab a bottle. Let's see, vodka, maybe? Tequila? A bottle of something so strong I would no longer give a fuck and whatever her reaction to me touching or kissing her, I simply wouldn't care; or remember. Forget the water, I needed the hard stuff.

My feet hit the poolside concrete and I was gone. I don't think I ever walked so fast in my life. I scurried up the few steps leading to the deck and made for the sliding door. I saw, in the reflection, Cassie get out of the pool and walk over to the chairs. Reaching for the handle, I sighed with regret. She was counting on me getting in that pool with her and I let her down.

"Is Cass still in the pool?" Samantha asked.

"No," I replied, knowing the strict rule that no one was allowed to be in the pool alone for safety reasons. "I'm going back out there in a second."

It wasn't until my bare feet slapped their way across the kitchen's tile floor toward the refrigerator that I realized something. Samantha changed her clothes. Out of the tight sports bra top and loose short shorts she wore for jogging. Samantha had on this sleek black bikini, tied on both ends. The very sight of her made my heart skip a beat. She walked by me with this scent...it smelled like a fresh beach. You know the scent I'm talking about, like salt water, sand, and sunscreen. There was always something so sexy about that smell.

"I'm heading out there," Sam announced as she slung a beach towel over her right shoulder. "Are you grabbing a water?"

"Y-yeah, I was just going to..."

"Can you grab me one?"

"Sure." I grabbed two water bottles, but noticed Samantha hadn't quite left the room, yet. Do I say something? I've known both Samantha and Cassandra all of my life; or most of my life, as much as I could remember. Yeah, I fantasized about them, but I've never taken a chance like this. "You look nice, Sam. Is that bikini..."

Oh, no. Samantha had closed the door before she could fully open it. Instead, she turned back around and marched toward me aggressively. What was about to happen? Did I insult her in some way? I said she looked nice...

I instinctively backed up until the refrigerator stopped me from going anywhere. The stainless steel felt like ice. Samantha was only a step away, until she leaned over with an arm extended and her hand holding shut the refrigerator door.

"Scared ya?" Samantha teased. She spoke softly into my left ear, "Wow, Gabi, you haven't even made it to the pool, yet."

What? I had no idea what she was talking about. My white bikini? Haven't made it to the pool? Her eyes gestured down. Was I...? Oh. My. Gosh. I was wet. Having her standing this close to me, I could smell her soothing minty breath. I could taste her on my lips. I leaned in just slightly until our mouths met.

"Whoa, Gabi...what the fuck was that?"

I kissed her. She hovered over me, pressing me into the fridge, I didn't know what else to do. I kissed my best friend's sister. Her fucking sister. Had I lost my mind? She backed off and I was able to grab three bottles of water; I had to get one for Cassie, too.

"I was only playing with you," Samantha explained.

"You pointed out how wet I was..." I weakly defended my actions.

"No, you're tracking water into the house. I didn't think you went into the pool."

"I haven't...fuck, I must've knocked over my bottle from earlier."

"Your bottle was empty," Samantha reasoned, nodding toward the empty bottle I left on the kitchen counter.

"A different bottle."

"How much do you drink?" Samantha asked in shock of my water consumption.

"Look, I just thought--"

"You thought I was pointing out your wetness?" Samantha reasoned. She sort of bit her lower lip as she approached me again. Her head swiveled cautiously before she reached me. "Were you serious?"

"I...well, Cassie out there...and you look hot--"

Her lips were on mine. HER LIPS. Samantha kissed me until my back slammed into that stainless steel again. Not just a closed-mouth kiss, either. She had me pressed against the refrigerator, while her tongue pressed its way into my mouth. Up to this point in my life, I had never kissed a girl. Now, not only had I initiated one kiss, but Samantha also reciprocated.

"How wet?" Samantha breathed between my lips.

Slender fingers pulled at the bottom of my bikini until the cool air of the house's air conditioner breezed along my lubricated lower lips. Soft fingertips teased me as had never done before. Our kiss was broken, but her face remained barely an inch from mine as she explored my nethers.

The sliding door opened suddenly. Were we caught?

"Are you coming?" Cassie asked.

If she only knew. I mean, "yeah, I'm coming...in the pool...with you. We're going in the pool..."

"We just had to quench our thirst, first," Samantha said as she snatched a bottle from my hands.

"I was going to bring you one, too." I handed the water over to my friend, hoping that she couldn't see the slight tremor my arousal had brought me. Women can be teased, too, and edged to the point where they just needed to have it. Before this day was done, usually alone in my bed, I needed the sweet release of an orgasm. Maybe, I wouldn't have to wait that long.

I followed Cassie, her provocatively swaying ass in that fucking thong (she was driving me crazy and didn't even know it), until we dipped our feet in the pool. Another pair of feet followed close behind me. Samantha. I wasn't so worried about making a move on Cassie, anymore. I was worried how Cassie would react if her sister made a move on me.

"What are we doing?" Samantha asked. "Swimming, just cooling down, or should we play a game?"

"What kind of game?" I asked skeptically.

"Like, 'Truth or Dare'? Cassie asked.

"That's old school," Samantha said dismissively as the water reached just above our hips. "Let's just call it 'Dare'. When it's your turn, you dare one of us to...well, just use your imagination. If you refuse the dare, you have to leave the pool. Until only one winner remains."

That look in her eyes. I knew what Samantha was doing. But, why? Why was she suddenly trying to seduce me? She wanted that first kiss, didn't she? And then she made out with me and teased my pussy. Why was she trying to fuck me in front of her sister?

I remember saying...