Chapter 3: The Pool Party

Gemma woke up the next morning, Tuesday, filled with nervous energy and an urge to get up and do something. Ever since she’d gotten home yesterday from the Williams’, she’d been replaying the events of the day in her mind. She couldn’t believe her actions when she looked back on them. Yet, the more she thought about it, the hotter and more aroused she felt. Falling asleep had taken some effort, her mind filled with dreams of people touching her and her posing provocatively.

“Maybe,” Gemma thought, “I’ll feel better after my workout.”

Two hours later, as she finished her workout, Gemma found herself gazing at her reflection in the expansive wall mirrors of her home gym. The session had helped dissipate some of her pent-up energy, leaving her with the warm, satisfying glow of exertion. Her eyes traced the glistening ebony curves and toned muscles on display, pride mingling with a touch of vanity as she admired her form.

Her mind wandered, unbidden, to the image of Tian and Carlos standing beside her as they had yesterday. She could almost feel Carlos pressing in close, his hand hidden but firmly cupping her ass, his arousal evident as it pressed into her thigh. The thought startled her back to reality, her cheeks flushing crimson.

The urge to run her hands over her body, to cup her breasts and tease her nipples while imagining it was one of the boys doing so, was overwhelming. Frustrated with herself for letting her thoughts spiral, she pulled away from the mirror — both the real reflection and the imagined scenario.

“A cold shower,” she muttered to herself, already heading for the bathroom. “Definitely a cold one today.”

Her shower didn’t help much. It was all too easy to imagine those hands on her body belonging to someone else. “What is happening to me?” she wondered, caught between conflicting emotions. She relished the effect of these imaginings on her body, the erotic feelings they stirred, yet she was also shocked by how consumed she was becoming by them.

Determined to distract herself, she decided to read a book to occupy her mind until the afternoon — when she’d need to get ready for the boys’ pool party. And, of course, to decide if she would really go through with wearing that bikini again as they’d requested. Deep down, though, she already knew the answer.

The realization left her both unsettled and exhilarated. She felt the loss of control acutely, but she couldn’t deny how much she loved it.

And so, come 2 p.m., Gemma stood in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom, gazing at herself in the bikini once again. The book had done a decent job of diverting her thoughts, but as the time crept closer, she found it increasingly hard to concentrate on the intricate murder mystery. Instead, her mind kept drifting back to images of herself at the pool party, wearing the “required outfit.”

After a light lunch, her decision seemed to have been made, almost without conscious deliberation. She had gotten changed without fanfare, and now, here she was.

As she stood before the mirror, the nervous energy returned, ramping up with every passing second — the butterflies in her stomach, the dryness in her mouth. Her hazel eyes roamed over the reflection of the ebony vision staring back at her.

She took in every detail: the flawless skin that seemed to glow, her high cheekbones, and large breasts, with only her nipples and areolas scarcely covered by the bikini top. Her flat stomach and defined abs, leading down to the white bikini bottoms that barely contained her, with an inch of her pubic hair peeking out at the top.

“As ordered,” she thought sarcastically, shaking her head at herself.

Her gaze continued downward, past her long, athletic legs, to her calves, perfectly accentuated by the four-inch high heels she had chosen to complete the look. She couldn’t deny it — what she saw in the mirror was a fantasy vision of eroticism, one that left her feeling both exhilarated and apprehensive.

She had deliberated over the high heels. They were completely impractical for a pool party, but the idea of leaving them out didn’t sit well. She hadn’t originally paired them with the outfit, but Kyle had suggested they were “missing something,” and it felt like they belonged now.

“Would the boys consider it a ‘uniform violation’ if I didn’t wear them?” she wondered, smirking at the thought. More likely, they’d just enjoy the look. The heels undeniably elevated the outfit, transforming it from merely skimpy to undeniably sexy. With that, she decided they were essential.

Turning her back to the mirror, she glanced over her shoulder to assess the view. From behind, the bikini was even more scandalous. The bottoms were laughably small — a thin white string cutting across her ass about a third of the way down, while another string descended from it, disappearing quickly between her prominent and impeccably toned buttocks.

“I look almost naked,” she thought, a warmth building in her core at the realization.

For a brief moment, doubt flickered in her mind about the wisdom of this choice. But she quickly pushed it aside, choosing instead to ride the wave of her emotions. It was as if the decision wasn’t entirely her own but one made for her by the boys and their “requests.”

With that thought, she turned and left the room, heading downstairs to make her way to the Williams’.

As she stepped out the gate and onto the quiet lane, a wave of vulnerability washed over her. She felt really exposed.

Maybe I should have brought a robe ... or at least a towel, she mused, imagining how much more secure she’d feel with something to hold in front of her. Surely, the boys wouldn’t have minded that — it was a pool party, after all. But then again, they hadn’t mentioned such an option, and for reasons she couldn’t entirely explain, she felt reluctant to deviate from what she thought they expected.

They would probably be fine with a towel, she reasoned, but now that she was already at the lane, she didn’t want to turn back. What if going back made her lose her nerve entirely? The Williams’ house wasn’t far — just a quick one-minute walk even in her heels — and the lane was as empty as usual in this quiet, private neighborhood.

Steeling herself, she squared her shoulders and committed. She started striding purposefully down the pavement — or at least attempted to. The heels still made her steps a little unsteady.

At least she wasn’t mincing quite as much as she had the day before; she was gradually getting used to them. Though she couldn’t forget how much her feet had ached yesterday after she’d finally gotten back home, the memory only fueled her determination to walk with as much grace as she could muster.

It was a beautiful day. The strong sunlight warmed her exposed skin, while the fresh smells of summer filled the air — cut grass, a hint of flowers, and maybe even the faint aroma of an afternoon barbecue drifting from a distant yard. Perfect weather for a pool party, Gemma thought as she strode down the lane, her confidence growing with every step.

She reached the Williams’ gate, relieved she’d made it without anyone appearing on the lane or even passing by on the far road at the entrance. A quick glance at the driveway confirmed there were no cars parked — just the boys, as expected. The thought reassured her; the last thing she wanted was for anyone else to see her in this outfit.

As that notion crossed her mind, she chuckled quietly to herself, remembering Old Man Parkins. She smirked at the memory of her teasing him yesterday. She’d felt deliciously naughty swaying her hips for him, knowing full well how scandalous she’d looked in the terribly tiny shorts.

“I wonder what he’d think of this bikini,” she mused, the thought making her smile wickedly. She had to admit, the idea of his reaction thrilled her — he’d probably be flustered and tongue-tied. The notion of giving him another teasing display later, on her way back home, sent a little thrill through her.

“Something to look forward to,” she thought with a grin, feeling herself sink further into her playful, exhibitionist persona as she opened the gate and stepped onto the Williams’ property.

Again, as she approached the door, Gemma found herself entranced by her reflection in the glass. With the added height of her heels, the slight sway of her hips, and the confident smile she wore, she looked like a vision of powerful, sensual femininity.

I look so much more confident than I feel, she thought, but the sight of herself was all she needed to fully slip back into the role she’d begun to embrace yesterday. It was a frame of mind that blurred the lines between confident sexuality and playful, show-off airhead bimbo — a heady mix of teasing, provocation, and relinquishing control to the inexperienced nerds who were hanging on her every move.

She loved it. She could admit that now.

Finding the door unlocked, as expected, she let herself in without knocking. She passed through the entranceway, the sound of rapid button clicks and the muffled explosions of an action-packed video game meeting her ears.

As she entered the open-plan lounge at the back of the house, her eyes landed on the three boys lounging on the sofa, completely engrossed in their play.

“Hello, boys!” she called breezily, her voice light and playful.

The reaction was immediate. Their heads snapped around, their expressions shifting from relaxed concentration to wide-eyed shock and awe. It was clear that the sight of her in her tiny bikini, paired with the heels and her confident demeanor, had rendered them momentarily speechless.

And just like that, Gemma felt herself slip seamlessly back into the role she’d crafted the day before, basking in their adoration while toeing the line between playful teasing and outright enticement.

“Dressed as ordered,” Gemma said with a playful smile, setting up the dynamic and their imagined control over her actions right from the start. She gave a brief twirl, her bikini and heels accentuating every curve, and added, “I assumed you wanted the high heels too?” Her tone carried a slight question, feigning deference while maintaining an air of flirtatious confidence.

“Uh, yes, of course,” Kyle said, recovering first, his voice cracking slightly.

“Wow, you look amazing, Gem!” gushed Tian, his tone endearing as his eyes practically bugged out behind his thick glasses. His big, genuine smile brought a flicker of warmth to her despite the provocative situation.

Carlos, however, played it cool. He took a moment longer to regain his composure, then offered a knowing smile. “Welcome back, Gem. Good to see you again,” he said, his voice casual but with an almost imperceptible emphasis on the word “see.”

Something about Carlos struck Gemma in a way the others didn’t. He was, by most measures, the least attractive of the group — his large girth, prominent stomach, and swarthier skin tone, which somehow still hinted at an unhealthy pallor, did little to endear him physically. Yet, where Kyle’s confidence seemed forced and Tian’s awe was charmingly innocent, Carlos exuded a kind of underlying bad-boy confidence that she found fascinating.

It was Carlos who had pushed the boundaries the most yesterday, who had most clearly objectified her — not maliciously, but with a wicked assertion of control, as though he saw her as a fleeting, thrilling amusement to savor while it lasted.

Gemma realized that it was with Carlos she felt furthest from her usual self. His unapologetic approach seemed to draw something out of her, taking this teasing exploration she was on to a level that resonated deeply with the unspoken desires she was slowly acknowledging within herself.

“I thought this was supposed to be a pool party,” Gemma said, vaguely waving her hands at the boys sitting in front of the TV.

“Yeah,” Kyle replied, “we were out earlier, but it got too hot, so we decided to come in and play some Call of Duty. We’ve just started,” he added, his voice trailing off somewhat lamely.

“Well, I didn’t get dressed up in this outfit to sit and play computer games!” Gemma declared firmly, hands on her hips. “I came to get some sun; that’s what this outfit is for, after all. Well, and maybe the occasional pose for a picture,” she added with a laugh. “For professional practice only, of course,” she finished with a playful wink.

“Well, maybe you could head out first, and we’ll come out after this game,” Kyle suggested hesitantly.

This wasn’t how Gemma had imagined things unfolding. Tian was nodding along enthusiastically, but Carlos shot the other two an annoyed look, clearly unimpressed.

Fine then, she thought. If that’s how they wanted to play it...

“Okaaaay,” she drawled, drawing out the word as she reached her hands up above her head into a languid stretch, fully flaunting her figure for their benefit. “I guess I’ll just go out and lie down to get some sun then. Stretch out and relax.”

She noticed their eyes glued to her as she moved, and she suppressed a smirk. “I’ll just need some sunscreen — I forgot to bring any. Do you have some handy?” she asked innocently, letting the request linger in the air with just a hint of suggestion.

“Yeah, there’s some out by the loungers,” said Carlos eagerly, seizing his chance. “I could do your back for you!”

Gemma was momentarily taken aback by his forwardness, but this was much more in line with what she’d envisioned. After all, she hadn’t put herself out here in this bikini just to be ignored for a video game.

“Uh, okay. Um, thanks, Carlos. It can be difficult to get proper coverage back there,” she said teasingly, reaching her arms back as if demonstrating the challenge — which, of course, had the added effect of pushing her large breasts forward.

“I could do the front!” Tian exclaimed with a certain innocent eagerness, clearly not wanting to be left out. “Two of us could play the game while the other helps Gem,” he added, bouncing slightly in his seat.

“Well, Tian, that’s very gentlemanly of you, but I can reach my front just fine,” she replied, pretending to rub her hands over her chest and stomach without actually touching herself.

Seeing Tian’s crestfallen expression and catching Carlos smirking out of the corner of her eye, she relented. “But I suppose it wouldn’t be fair if Carlos got all the fun. Sure, you can do my front,” she added, grinning as Carlos’s smirk disappeared, replaced by a sharp glare directed at Tian.

“And to make it properly fair,” Gemma continued with a mock-serious tone, “Kyle would need to help too...” She let her words hang in the air, pretending to muse aloud.

Jumping at the opportunity, Tian quickly staked his claim. “Well, I could do your, uh ... top half,” he said, flushing slightly as he stumbled, clearly avoiding another term for “top half” that was foremost in his mind. “And Kyle could take the, uh ... bottom half. Uh ... legs, I mean,” he finished, trailing off with a sheepish look that was both adorable and amusing.

“Great idea!” said Gemma, laughing internally at how transparent their ploy was to get their hands on her. She noticed Kyle nodding in agreement, his expression shy but intrigued.

Carlos, clearly annoyed, opened his mouth to object, but Tian jumped up before he could get a word out. “Me first then, as you always start at the top!” he declared, oblivious to Carlos’s scowl as he bounded off the sofa like an eager puppy.

“Well, I’m glad that’s sorted out then,” Gemma said with a smile, starting toward the door with Tian. “Lead on,” she added, gesturing for him to take the lead.

She followed him, acutely aware of the eyes of Carlos and Kyle devouring the view she presented from behind. Channeling her inner model, she made a decent attempt at a strut, adding an exaggerated sway to her hips for her enraptured audience.

As she left the lounge and stepped out onto the patio-pool area, the warm blast of sunlight hit her exposed skin, making her feel even more alive.

She allowed herself a moment of satisfaction, pleased with how she’d handled the “gaming situation.” She was still amazed that Kyle had suggested she just leave them alone to play video games while she went outside. Typical nerds, she thought with a small smirk.

But she also couldn’t deny that she was embracing the challenge of recapturing their attention — and the thrill of having it all to herself. She had quickly come to crave the way they looked at her, and the knowledge that she had their undivided focus made her feel a wonderful sense power and control, even as she teased them into believing the opposite.

As Gemma approached the sunbathing area by the pool, she selected one of the loungers positioned low to the ground. The recliners were mostly flat, with an adjustable top end that could be propped up for sitting, but she decided to leave it flat for now.

Sitting gracefully on the lounger, she began removing her high heels, feeling confident that they had already served their purpose — accentuating her long, toned legs during her entrance and walk. As Tian approached, she leaned down more than necessary, pushing her chest forward to give him a perfect view of her ample bosom straining against the small triangles of her string bikini top.

Gemma giggled internally as she caught Tian’s reaction. His steps slowed to an almost comical pace, and he nearly tripped over his own feet as his eyes locked on the mesmerizing view.

Slipping her feet out of the heels brought an immediate sense of relief, even after such a short time in the unfamiliar footwear. Gemma lay back fully on the lounger, settling into a languid pose. She stretched her arms behind her head, subtly arching her back to highlight her toned stomach and athletic figure, enjoying the effect she was clearly having on her admiring audience.

Looking up at Tian, who had stopped in his tracks and stood frozen, gazing down at her barely covered, glistening chocolate skin, she cursed herself for forgetting her sunglasses. They would have allowed her to enjoy his stunned expressions without squinting in the bright sun.

Letting him drink in the sight for a moment longer, she casually tilted her head toward the sunscreen sitting beside the lounger. “There’s the sunscreen,” she said with a lazy smile. “Feel free to get started.”

Then, unable to resist teasing him further, she added with a mischievous smirk, “And make sure you get good coverage under some of the strings, in case they move around. I really don’t want to get burned and ruin the day.”

The words hung in the air, dripping with suggestion.

Gemma couldn’t help but feel a thrill of anticipation as she watched Tian pick up the sunscreen, her mind racing with curiosity. Would he be bold enough to follow her playful instructions to the letter, especially where her barely covered nipples and areolas were concerned? The thin bikini top left precious little to the imagination, and the opportunity she’d laid before him was as tempting as it was daring.

Tian knelt beside her, visibly nervous as he opened the cap of the sunscreen bottle. Gemma watched him dither for a moment, clearly unsure where to begin. His eyes darted between her prominent, jutting breasts — clearly intimidating him — and her softly defined abs, which would bring him perilously close to the strip of hair peeking out from the top of her bikini bottoms.

After a brief hesitation, Tian seemed to decide on starting at the top, just as Gemma had expected. Of course he would, she thought smugly. His gaze had been glued to her fabulous chest since the moment she walked into the house.

As Tian leaned forward, Gemma tilted her head back, ready for the touch of his hands. But his trembling fingers betrayed his nerves, and he squeezed the bottle too hard. Thick ropes of white sunscreen jetted out, splattering across her upper chest and the tops of her breasts.

The coldness against her warm skin made Gemma gasp and sit up slightly, looking down at the streaks of cream crisscrossing her chest.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” Tian stammered, his voice horrified. “Uh, I guess I was too excited, and it just all came out.”

Gemma couldn’t help laughing at the unintended innuendo. The poor boy’s innocence was both endearing and hilarious. Seeing Tian’s crestfallen expression, she quickly reassured him, “That’s alright. It just startled me because it was cold.” Then, unable to resist, she added with a mischievous grin, “It’s the first time a gentleman has shot his cream out on me.”

The joke went completely over Tian’s head, leaving Gemma to stifle her amusement. She lay back again, relaxing into her pose, and suggested lightly, “You can start rubbing it in now. I think you’ve got plenty to work with.”

The moment hung in the air, charged with tension and Gemma’s quiet satisfaction as she watched Tian nervously prepare to follow her instructions.

As Tian gingerly started rubbing in the sunscreen, Gemma leaned back and allowed herself to enjoy the sensation of his hands spreading the cold cream over her warm skin. Despite his initial nervousness, Tian seemed to quickly gain confidence, encouraged by her relaxed pose and lack of objection. His hands stopped trembling, and his strokes became firmer and more assured.

Gemma found it unexpectedly pleasant — at least once he moved past her face and neck. That part had been slightly awkward, as he carefully avoided getting any sunscreen near her eyes or mouth. But now that he was working on her upper chest, his touch was smoother, almost soothing.

As Tian finished with the top of her chest, she sensed a slight hesitation in his movements. Gemma held her breath, her anticipation building as she wondered what his next move would be. Her eyes remained closed, allowing her imagination to take over as she pictured his dilemma: how to proceed onto her breasts without overstepping the boundaries — or perhaps pushing those boundaries in a way that aligned with her teasing instructions.

Then, she felt his hands make tentative contact with the outside of her right breast, the one closest to him on the lounger. His touch was careful, clearly starting at the safer, more exposed outer edges of her breast and working inward.

He’s being cautious, she thought with a quiet smirk, her pulse quickening despite herself. She resisted the urge to react, wanting to see just how bold he would dare to be. For now, she simply lay there, her body relaxed and open, letting him explore the boundaries she’d deliberately blurred with her playful remarks.

Tian used both hands as he worked on her right breast, one sliding over the top and beneath the string tied around her neck, while the other slipped under the soft curve. The lower hand briefly cupped the heavy mound, lifting it lightly off Gemma’s chest.

Gemma barely suppressed a gasp, the sensation electrifying. It was the first time someone other than herself had touched her breasts, and the intensity was far beyond anything she had expected. She had always known her breasts were sensitive, but the added element of someone else’s touch magnified it tenfold.

Tian circled her breast slowly, his breathing quickening audibly as he grew bolder. When his hands repeated the movement, this time closer to the center of her breast, the feeling was even more intense. Without realizing it, Gemma arched her back slightly, the movement pressing her breast more firmly into Tian’s hands and amplifying the pressure as he pressed more firmly into the soft but firm chocolate pillow. The combination of softness and firmness made her hyperaware of every small motion.

Just as she thought he might push further, his hands abruptly left her chest. The sudden absence left her momentarily confused and even a little disappointed. Opening her eyes slightly, she saw Tian standing and walking around to her left side.

“I don’t think you managed to cover all of that side, Tian,” she said, her tone light but laced with teasing encouragement.

“Yeah,” Tian replied as he knelt down beside her on the left. “I thought I’d, uh, um, do this side first, and then come back to the bits I missed.”

Gemma sighed inwardly as she lay back again, her expectations dampened but not entirely abandoned. It was becoming clear that Tian’s timid nature was holding him back, and while it was endearing — his innocence and hesitancy bringing out a faint big-sisterly protective instinct — it wasn’t quite the dynamic Gemma was craving.

She realized with some frustration that she might end up finishing off her top herself if Tian remained too intimidated to cross more boundaries. Still, she allowed herself to relax and enjoy the moment, amused by his adorably awkward efforts and curious to see if he’d surprise her after all.

As Tian began applying the sunscreen to her left breast, again using both hands, Gemma quickly forgot her frustrations. The intense feelings of arousal returned instantly, building with each deliberate motion. This time, his touch seemed more assured, and it wasn’t long before he had covered most of her breast. Now, he approached the point where he had hesitated before.

Instead of stopping, Tian pressed forward. With his chest lightly brushing the side of Gemma’s left breast, he leaned over her. Placing one hand on each breast, he began circling closer to the areas just beneath her bikini’s small coverings.

Gemma’s initial delight at his continued boldness was quickly overwhelmed by the intense electricity that jolted from his fingers to her breasts and sent answering pulses down to her groin. The sensation was unlike anything she’d experienced before, leaving her teetering on the edge of control.

With a deep breath, Tian ventured into new territory. His fingers slipped beneath the fabric of her bikini top, their tips circling the sensitive flesh just inside the edges of her areolas. His touch was methodical, each hand moving in tandem — starting from the top of each breast, tracing around the outside, then circling under before coming up along the inner sides.

Gemma had never felt anything so intense. The teasing strokes of his fingers sent waves of pleasure through her body, and when his fingertips finally brushed against her painfully hard nipples, a moan escaped her lips before she could stop it.

The sound startled Tian, pulling him out of his trance. His hands froze for a brief moment before he quickly withdrew them to safer areas, as if suddenly reminded of where he was and what he was doing, feeling his first set of breasts, and magnificent breasts at that.

Gemma, too, came back to herself, her body still humming with the aftershocks of sensation. The loss of control in that moment had surprised her — shocked her, even. She hadn’t expected her response to be so overwhelming, and while a part of her wanted desperately to continue, she knew it was wiser to pull back for now.

Shifting slightly on the lounger, she let out a steadying breath and offered Tian a reassuring smile. It was time to ease the moment back into something a bit more measured, at least for now. The intensity of what had just happened needed space to settle, and she was determined to keep control of the situation moving forward.

It almost felt like an anti-climax as Tian moved on from her breasts and began applying the sunscreen to the rest of her upper body. Now accustomed to the feel of her toned skin, he worked much more quickly, his hands gliding over her stomach with practiced ease. He paused briefly to playfully circle her navel, which her sculpted abs emphasized as a slight outy, before continuing lower.

Just as Gemma’s anticipation began to build again, Tian stopped abruptly near her lower stomach. His hands hesitated, and in a wistful tone, he said, “Probably best to leave this bit for Kyle.”

“Yeah,” Gemma agreed, masking her disappointment as Tian stood up. She couldn’t help but notice him wiping his hands clean on his shorts, leaving behind a faint smear of sunscreen over what was clearly a large bulge he was attempting to disguise.

“It wouldn’t do if Kyle only had my legs to do now, would it?” she teased, her tone light but pointed.

“Exactly,” Tian replied brightly, only to flush deeply as the implication of his words caught up with him. His face turned a delightful shade of red, realizing he’d effectively acknowledged their unspoken strategy of portioning out her body between them.

Gemma laughed softly, amused by his embarrassment. Their intentions had been obvious from the start, but his innocent demeanor still made it entertaining. “Go on, then,” she said, smiling warmly. “You’d better get Kyle before I burn. You certainly took longer doing my top than I would have.”

Tian’s flush deepened at her comment, and with a shy grin, he nodded and quickly made his way back toward the house, clearly eager for an escape. Gemma watched him retreat, still smiling. Despite his hesitations and awkwardness, she couldn’t deny the playful charm in his actions, even if he hadn’t gone quite as far as she’d initially hoped.

Gemma took a brief moment to gather her thoughts as Tian disappeared inside to summon Kyle for his “turn” to help apply her sunscreen. The experience so far had been nearly everything she’d hoped for. She could feel the heat in her body building, matched by the dampness between her thighs. Squeezing her long, sleek legs together, she attempted to suppress the urge to touch herself, trying to refocus her energy as she prepared for the next round.