Synopsis: A man meets Emily at a pool party and sets his eyes on her. The tension between them ramps up throughout the night, culminating in a surprise for the main character. All characters in this story are over the age of 18.
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I had grabbed on to the edge of the pool and felt the rough stone in my grip. I pulled myself up and out of the water. On the patio I was surrounded by a mix of friends and strangers.
I was at the going-away party for one of my best friends. Eric was moving away to a different town for college. The rest of my friend group had plans to go to different colleges at the end of summer as well. I was already dreading the destruction of our group.
I squeezed through the small crowd celebrating in the backyard and found Eric sitting on a lawn-chair.
"I didn't realize you were so popular" I joked with him. "But seriously, I've never met half of these people. Who are they?"
"I wanted this to be the party to end all parties," he said jovially. "I've invited pretty much everyone I've ever known. I'm talking people I haven't seen in years."
I looked through the sea of people and saw my friend Charlie sitting on a lawn chair across the pool. My eyes didn't fixate on the familiar face, however. My eyes were drawn to who he was talking with.
She was a tall, thin, redheaded woman wearing a checkered dress. The dress was cut halfway up her thighs and clung tightly to her curves. She was well endowed with large tits that pressed heavily against the fabric of her tight dress. Below the edge of the fabric was a pair of long and smooth legs.
"Who's the chick in the checkered dress, next to Charlie?" I asked Eric nonchalantly.
"That's Emily. We were close friends years ago, but now we're more like acquaintances. We keep up but don't really hang out, Yknow?"
"Yeah, I gotcha. Anyone else here you think I should know about?" I asked.
I talked to Eric for a few minutes while working up the courage to approach her. I saw that the conversation between her and Charlie had ended and decided it was my chance to swoop in.
Sorry Charlie.
I approached Charlie and started talking to him about the party. After a minute or so I managed to drag Emily into the conversation. I turned to her and asked her a question.
"How are you liking the party?"
It was a simple question but she turned and looked me over for a moment.
"It's okay but I didn't know it was a pool thing," she sighed.
"Yeah, Eric really got you then." I laughed. Eric was famous for throwing plans together at the last minute and leaving everyone ill-informed.
I looked down and saw she was wearing black platform boots.
"I think you'd drown if you tried to swim in those" I jested as I motioned to her footwear.
"Well, don't you just have the sweetest things to say?" She said with a flat expression on her face.
I felt embarrassment wash over my face and a rock fall into the pit of my stomach. I contemplated how to get out of the conversation without seeming
more
socially inept.
"Relax, I'm just messing with you!" She said with a sudden smile. Her light green eyes gleamed. "Besides, I bet this dress is too tight to swim in as well, don't you think? I mean look," She said as she straightened up in her seat, pushing her torso out towards me slightly.
Holy. Shit.
My mind raced back and forth. The rapid transition from condescension to what seemed to be flirtation had turned me on in a way that I had never felt before. I felt my cock rapidly growing underneath my tight and wet swim shorts. I adjusted the way I was sitting and hoped that it wasn't too obvious.
"I still think the boots would be the true killer." I tried to joke. "And don't expect me to try and save you either."
"If you won't save me, I guess you'll just have to stop me from jumping in." She said with a pout.
"And how do you suggest I do that?"
She kicked her boots up into my lap.
"You can just hold onto those and try to stop me
from getting up if I decide to."
She started rubbing her boots around my thighs and lap. The hard sole of the boot hurt a bit; I was surprised to find that turned me on even more. I prayed that she couldn't feel how hard I was through the leather of her boots.
I can't just sit here like a patsy.
I decided it was time to torture her back. My methods were less elegant and more annoying. I reached for the thin laces of her boots and undid the knot.
"Try getting away now" I said smugly.
As my eyes met hers once again it was clear my act of insubordination had lit a fire in her.
So this is the game you like to play.
"You're dead now." She said dryly as she jammed her boots into my legs a bit harder. I winced but I was elated.
