Hair up? Hair down? Ponytail? I pleaded with the girl in the mirror to give me a break with the indecisiveness. Fuck it. He won’t see anything except my bathing suit anyway. Ponytail, it is.
When I emerged from the changing room, CJ was pushing some buttons on a wall panel. “I usually close these,” he said, as the window coverings descended. As soon as the room was light-tight, the entire swimming pool glowed a bright blue from within. Everything else in the pool house was in its shadow.
“Wow!” I marveled.
“Too bright?” CJ asked. “We can dim it if you want.”
“Too DARK!” I laughed. “I can’t even see you!”
CJ laughed at me. “Come on. You’ll see me just fine when we get in the pool.”
Stepping into the pool was like walking into pure light. CJ was right about being able to see him, but he was like a blue vision. Everything outside of the pool was invisible, as if the blue light was our new world. Beyond it, nothingness.
CJ stepped over to me, smiling. “I knew blue would be your color. You wear it well.”
“I’m definitely wearing it,” I said, laughing. “I feel like I am INSIDE the color blue!”
“What kind of music do you like?” CJ asked.
“Opera. Classical. You know, the same shit…sorry…same stuff you listen to, I’m sure.”
“Come on, I’m serious. I want to turn some music on, so help me out.”
I exhaled hard, thinking how I should answer that. Early nineties grunge was pretty much my go-to sound, but not for THIS setting. “Bruno Mars,” I finally decided.
CJ held up a little remote and asked me to say it again. I laughed out loud and played along, “Bruno Mars.” Suddenly one of his songs began playing softly and without the echo I had expected.
“Glad I had him in my collection,” CJ beamed. “Good choice!” He played his hands down my shoulders, my arms, then interlocked his fingers with mine. CJ squeezed my hands gently, and told me, “Take a deep breath.”
CJ guided me down as we submerged into the pure blue light. The music under the water was louder than it had been above the surface. Muffled by the pool, but still very clear. It was a strange new experience to feel music move around and through me.
“OK. I don’t mean to be fangirl here, but THAT was pretty cool!” I admitted.
“It’s what I like most about this pool,” CJ agreed. “I’m glad my charm worked on you.”
“Let’s see just how prepared you are,” I teased, picking up the remote. “Red Hot Chili Peppers.” Immediately Californication began playing.
I looked at CJ, shaking my head, and couldn’t stop myself from dancing to the sexy rhythm. “Come here,” I beckoned, with my index finger. I put CJ’s hands on my waist and played my hips and shoulders, sexily for him. I closed my eyes, shutting out everything except the music and the feeling of CJ touching my body, as I danced.
When I opened my eyes again, CJ’s lustful expression turned me into a statue. We held each other’s gaze for several seconds, before I was released from its grip. I leaned into him and whispered, “If you wanted to kiss me right now, I would let you.”
CJ’s kiss turned our blue planet into my own warm, watery heaven. The hands I had imagined feeling my body last night had become deep space explorers, bravely conquering the untamed universe of my skin. When I felt CJ bend down and move his hands behind and under my butt, I braided my arms and hands behind his neck.
My feet left the floor of the blue planet. And for a few seconds, I was weightless, until CJ and I were securely docked. My arms and legs wrapped around him, holding CJ with my entire body as his mouth and hands discovered the secrets of my universe.
CJ gathered my body into his arms and brought me tightly to his cock. I know he wanted me to feel it. I know he wanted me to want it. I did. And I did. He gently pressed himself up to me, then again, then again. Our kissing intensified as I allowed myself to be pulled down in a matching rhythm of CJ’s thrusting.
As we kissed, I noticed the blue light we were immersed in become less intense. When we finally broke our passionate embrace, the pool of light had become just a swimming pool again. The warm lights of the pool house slowly came on, replacing my fantasy world with the real one.
“They’re on a timer,” CJ answered my unspoken question, then lowered me back down into the water.
CJ reached for the remote control to reset the lights. If we go back to that blue world and start making out again, I will be getting fucked in this pool, I thought. So I took CJ’s hand and started leading him to the steps out of the water. Our mysterious world was completely gone. The lights in the pool house came to their full brilliance again, as we walked over to some chaise lounge chairs.
I nudged CJ down on one of the reclined pool chairs, unfolding the towel that had been placed on it. “Is this a towel or a blanket?” I asked laughing. I felt a bit stupid asking, but the thing was easily four or five times as big as a normal bath towel.
“It’s a towel, silly,” CJ mocked.
I wrapped the enormous towel around my body and sat down in CJ’s lap, straddling him. I leaned in to kiss CJ, lowering myself until I was firmly engaged once more on his hard bulge. As we kissed, I spread the huge towel over us, putting us back in almost total darkness.
CJ’s hands played along my back while I gave his cock a generous amount of pressure between my legs. When he moved his hands from my back to satisfy them on my tits, I reached behind and untied my bikini top. I had wanted to feel CJ’s hands on me since our brief time in the limo. I had masturbated imagining his touch. Finally meeting our mutual desire for CJ’s hands to be on my body intensified our kissing and elicited lustful groans from us both.
Time seemed to stop as we made out in the cloaked pool recliner. CJ kissed my neck, licking and tasting my shoulder and down my chest, filling his mouth with my breasts.
My teasing of CJ’s cock increased from just static pressing to persuasive grinding and gliding over the full length of it. The passion and pressure on CJ’s hardness pointed the way to his climax. When I leaned in and whispered, “yes”…he arrived. CJ groaned loudly, forced his pulsing cock against me, and completed our simulated sex inside his swimsuit.
After a few minutes of panting and beautiful kissing in the afterglow of lustful conquest, I let the big towel fall to the floor. Under the bright lights of the pool house, my naked tits in CJ’s face elicited laughter from us both. I quickly grabbed my bikini top and slid my arms back into it.
“You don’t have to put that back on,” CJ proposed, smiling.
“Yes, I do,” giving CJ one last lick across his lips. “And YOU need to take a shower,” I told CJ, climbing off his lap and wrapping the floor-length towel around myself.
I heard CJ start the shower in his changing room. I guess you were right, I told the girl in the mirror. He certainly didn’t seem to mind my hair being in a ponytail. I laughed to myself and let the towel fall to the floor.
When? asked my reflection.
“Soon,” I said out loud.
It could have already happened. Twice.
“Yeah. And it would be the last time I ever see him,” I answered the girl in the mirror.
So what!! Do you think he’s just going to wait around and hang out with his high school girlfriend forever?
“I just want something a little better than getting fucked in the pool.”
That would have been so fucking hot! You are being the biggest pussy right now, my reflection lambasted.
“Probably,” I admitted, feeling my eyes begin to leak. “It’s going to hurt the first time. So he has to let me control how we…do it.”
Fine. Stop crying. Dry your hair. And tell him tonight.
“I will,” I decided.
End of Part 4
