It was a warm San Diego, CA day in the summer of 1991. Michelle and her best friend Jeanette were laying out at the apartment swimming pool wearing the new string bikinis they had convinced Michelle's mother to buy for them. They both loved the way the bikinis revealed their tan, teenage bodies and they loved showing off especially for Jack, the military policeman that lived in their apartment complex. They were chatting and hoping that Jack would come to the pool that day.
It was a little past 2:00 P.M. He usually got home from work a little before two and they had seen his truck drive by the pool about ten minutes ago. Most days he went straight to the gym after he came home and changed, but sometimes he came to the pool and swam a few laps instead of going to the gym. Jeanette liked to tease Michelle that any day Jack knew before hand that she would be at the pool laying out were the days that he skipped lifting weights and swam instead.
Jeanette playfully splashed water on Michelle's ass and said, "I saw him glance over here when he drove by. He'll be down in a little bit to get his look at you."
Michelle pushed Jeanette into the pool and said, "Stop being silly. He doesn't pay either one of us any attention."
Jeanette pulled Michelle into the water with her and as the girls splashed and wrestled in the water, they missed seeing Jack walk into the pool area carrying a thick, purple towel and wearing only his khaki colored, Navy issue swimming trunks and a pair of blue flip flops. They stopped wrestling when they heard him whistle and say, "Careful, girls. One or both of you is liable to lose your top if you keep that up."
They both stopped playing and looked up to Jack and said together, "That's what you want, isn't it? You always come down here to look at us while we're laying out in our bikinis."
Jack laughed easily and said, "Looking at you in your bikinis is one thing. I might get arrested if someone catches me watching you splash around in the pool with your tops off."
To Michelle's shock, Jeanette then said, "Why don't you go get some beer and take us to your apartment? We can wrestle for you, and nobody will be able to see us there."
Jack looked at her, surprised, and asked, "Just how old are the two of you anyway?"
Michelle sat silently in the water, her nipples growing hard as she watched what seemed to be a growing bulge in Jack's swimming trunks. Then Jeanette said, "Too young to buy our own beer. But not too young for other things."
Jack laughed again and said, "Why do I not believe that? Both of you added together would still be younger than my thirty-six. I think I'll not be buying you any beer."
"I admitted to being too young to buy beer, but not to being that young."
Michelle surprised herself and Jeanette when she found her voice and said, "Yeah, we're old enough for what everyone has in mind. Besides, I bet you already have a whole refrigerator full of beer anyway."
Jack shrugged and said, "I do have a couple of six packs of Bud Light."
"Thought so," said Michelle. "Let's back up for a second though. We might not look eighteen, but you sure as hell don't look thirty-six. I had you figured for about twenty-five."
Jack shrugged and said, "Rightous living I guess."
Both girls giggled and said, "Bullshit. More like looks can be deceiving."
"Maybe they can," Jack said.
He then dropped his towel and without further conversation began swimming laps up and down the length of the pool. The girls went back up onto the side and rubbed tanning oil into each other's back as they lay on their towels and chatted about what they'd like to do with Jack as they soaked up the sun's rays. After about thirty minutes of swimming laps, Jack stepped out of the pool and said, "I do believe it's time to drink a few of those beers."
Jeanette rolled onto her back and said, "Hey, Jack. Come here."
"What is it, Jeanette?"
