Chapter 8: Pool Party

Phil found that being alone was actually good in small doses. She could think without worrying about the immediate needs or sexual possibilities of others. She did her best to look and smell sexy, wandering naked through the house with her ear-buds in to get the best closeup view of her pussy shave, in the hall mirror. She checked out edible, especially with a little light scented oil. Thanks mum for sharing that tip. If you were going to go about getting your pussy filled with cum and piss and vomit you needed to know how to clean it up like new. The party would be fun and she was excited but at the end of the day it was just a bunch of teenagers from school playing at being grown up and desirable enough to hang out in swimwear. She dug out the rose gold bikini that Dad had once banned her from wearing because it required the shave. That and the shaped band it put across her nipples was only an inch from top to bottom at the widest point. A truly tiny bikini for her still, probably, A-cup tits. It actually looked hotter on her than when she’d got it. Maybe there was hope for her tits yet, although they’d never be like Mum’s. What did she really want? Did she want to be all gooey and loved up like Molly and Dan?

The fancy tab she’d inherited from some aunt in Michigan she’d never met. The one with the back projector that wrote messages up your arm and the sapphire blue air tap screen, was heavy and impractical. The power would barely last the day but the rose gold edging and the overall bling look, went with the bikini. She slapped it on and set it to manual control for darkening her lenses.

A couple of days ago when she’d been cuddled up with Dan and Molly, her legs all mixed up with Molly’s the way she knew how to do, and both of them leaning on Dan, she’d said,

“I used to think I was a freak but the way you two go at it, maybe I’m the normal one.”

Molly said, “When you look at someone and you have so much love and desire for them, that you’ve promised to express honestly and directly, in the moment, and you see the same in them, you just jump right over all those normal barriers of working up to it. You’re already there.”

Dan of course put it in engineering terms. “The dam keeps filling up and bursting because we haven’t learned to open all the small gates. We’re learning to express our love in other smaller ways and then, I guess, we might slow down a bit but right now there’s a lot to express and we’re playing catch up.”

Nah. All that romantic stuff was for seniors. She wanted a steady, cool, boyfriend who could be reliably called on to bang her, when she felt the urge, and didn’t expect more than the same in return. Might be nice if he had a sense of humour or some money (No one good had both in her opinion). Oh and he had to be OK with her banging Dad and Dan at least. Molly putting Dan’s cock into her and kissing her all the while he fucked her, with Mum and Dad standing there watching. That had to be the coolest thing that had ever happened to her. Watching Dad’s cock get hard as he watched her get done properly on the coffee table. Whatever the fuck that was, she wanted that too and her boyfriend had better be into it. The doorbell rang.

“Was it a delivery?” Phil wondered. The guests weren’t due for another hour and they were supposed to come in the side gate straight into the back yard.

A Hawaiian shirt and swim shorts said, guest, when she opened the front door.

“Hi. I’m Billy Everard.”

“Urr. Hi. You’re early.”

“No. I’m right on time. Are we alone?” Billy said as he stepped into the hall.

Now that was forward. “Sure. What were you thinking of?” Phil’s pose against the kitchen door frame would have been suggestive in normal clothes.

“Good,” he said, looking about. “I’m here to spy on you for Mr. Power’s secret sex club and to make sure things go smoothly.”

“What?” was all Phil could manage.

“I understand you’ve applied to join. The rest of your family are already in. You want to be at the next wild party but there are concerns.”

Billy wandered through to the sun room, not waiting for a further invitation. She had to follow him to ask,

“What concerns?”

“Whether you can play it cool and play along to get to level two. Food in the kitchen and drinks on a table over there. Billy pointed out of the window to the slightly domed grass between the pool area and the gate.” He marched back to the kitchen. “If you leave the drinks here you’ll get a kitchen party on your hands. Bad form, no sex and poor mixing. Put the drinks on a table over there and people will get one on the way in but they’ll have to come in here for food and then back out to get more drinks. Back and forth past the popular sexy people by the pool who have others to get food and drinks for them and like to be looked at by everyone coming in and out. Now you have a party.”

What was this guy. Some kind of sex party consultant?

“OK. I guess,” she said, a little confused. “Help me move this table out to the yard.”

They carried the table out and found a spot flat enough to make it work, up by the fence.

“Oh yeah, what’s level two?”

Phil asked, when they’d run back to get the drinks.

“Ahh level two.”

Billy picked up an armful of bottles and considered carefully.

“I guess I’m allowed to tell you. That’s where things get messy. Groups of people, stuff flying everywhere. Special fountains and volcanoes if you get my meaning.”

Phil wasn’t impressed. She grabbed the remaining bottles and caught up with him.

“You should know that Mum and I threw up on one another after I drank a load of my brother’s piss.”

The boast didn’t sound that impressive out loud even though it was still the kinkiest thing she’d ever done with anyone and she didn’t think it could be topped. He just nodded,

“Yes. Your mom likes to vomit swap under a golden shower.”

It was the kind of thing some school boy might make up to start a fight with another. Your mom likes to ... except he was dead pan and sincere. Phil just looked at him.

“Here’s the plan: This is a level one sex party. Clothes stay on until everyone’s having fun, so five minutes probably. Everyone gets only one partner, so that everyone gets a shot. I’m the moderator and you’re the hostess so you count the offers you turn down, that you could have taken up and I owe you that many plus one. You get to choose who I make an offer to. I get to keep order and decide disputes. You know, two guys over the same girl and the like.”

“You’re crazy!”

“Completely but if you want in on level two, today has to go well. I’m just here to help. Buy in or cash out.”

“You’re telling me that if ten guys offer to fuck me today, when I’m not currently busy fucking someone else, you’ll fuck me eleven times between now and the next party?”

“Yes. Although if you turn down my offer and then change your mind later it would be twelve but that’s a bit of an exploit.”

“And I get to decide who you seduce?”

“Yes. It can’t be you of course.”

“Do you know Ella Hoff?”

“Yes. She’s on the list.”

“If you don’t get her to conga with your bonga, you owe me your place in the sex club.” Phil could see she’d hit him where it hurt. He hesitated.

“Deal,” he said at last.

“Deal,” she said.

He held out his arms. “We’re supposed to kiss to seal the deal,” he said. They’d been negotiating so long, stood in the middle of the lawn that Phil had lost track of time. It was sheer coincidence then that the first car load to arrive caught the kiss as they reached the open gate.

“You welcome everyone. I tab them in and check they’re on the list,” Billy said, before he let go of her.

Phil really was cute and not delicate and sour faced as he’d thought last year at school. Billy breathed. He couldn’t quite believe how well that had gone. Molly and Dan had got everything right and he’d hit all the points despite making up a load of nonsense. He’d seen the little nod when he explained the exploit. The signs of her tensing rather than relaxing when he ruled out going with her today. She wasn’t slow either. Ella Hoff was nightmare fuel. He could do this. He played with the adults after all. The thought of Gwen Baxter arching her long back and pushing her left nipple into his mouth, her massive tits smeared with cream and covered in his handprints nearly distracted him. Almost everyone was here and he was still by the gate. Greeting everyone piling in had dragged Phil towards the drinks table. He caught up with her.

“It’s time to take your throne queen bee.”

She turned, almost into him, he was so close behind her but she didn’t back up, just lent back a bit. More good signs.

“You’ll be the fixed point. Message me if you need moderation,” he said, pointing to the lounger at the end of the pool. I’ll be on the move. He tabbed her upraised arm and quick marched to the house.

Phil shrugged and took the crazy man’s advice, nabbing the best lounger and putting on her best chilled out party queen poses. From the drinks table or the entrance the side view of her, stretched out on the familiar lounger, one leg bent, occasionally raising her head to survey the pool from under her hand was certainly eye catching. The rose gold bikini was essentially invisible. The pool speakers weren’t the best but they could do loud and that was really all that mattered. Twenty one out of twenty two was a good turnout. The sky was blue, the light wind was perfect. Gallons of soda was on the move from the table to the loungers around the pool. Both umbrellas were up on the far side. The sun room was empty of spare gear and anything else but a couch that served as a stopping point for the hesitant, and the truly lazy, between the organised chaos in the house and the frantic socializing around the pool. Most of the boys had arrived, already in swim shorts and as soon as Brad, or Jake, pulled of their shirts any man with a shred of ambition or false hope would be a heartbeat behind. Most of them would forget where the shirt even went and there’d be no issues.

The lovely ladies however were another matter. Molly had schooled him on this too. There might be a few sluts who turned up dressed like Phil already.

“Ignore them,” she had said, putting a hand over his eyes. “The rest will have their bikinis on under their clothes. The confident ones will strip down by the pool but the rest will be looking for as safer spot as they can find with no boys looking on. The nervous ones will be there.”

Billy checked the kitchen. A couple of girls stood on opposite sides nibbling and looking at one another, a small group was just heading out of the back door. All good, no Ella Hoff.

“Your job is to be the man, guard them without taking any notice of them and keep the desperate cheeky peeking fuckers like you from upsetting them.”

He had been staring at Molly’s pussy when she said it but she had been showing it off and he was still listening. How did all those tiny silky red hairs know exactly how to neatly arrange themselves so that they were all pointing away from her slit? Did she have to comb them? A babe, with her chest nearly falling out of last years bikini, practically ran him down at the bottom of the stairs, shrieking with excitement, he caught and released in the direction of the pool as a guy who was probably her boyfriend plodded after her, drink in one hand, grinning like a cat. Some moderation might be needed up stairs. Billy grabbed a hat from the hooks on the wall in the hall and headed up.

Out by the pool the music was pumping. Two of the guys had already thrown a third into the deep end but he’d got out again, gesticulating and getting teased. No one was swimming yet despite the morning heating up. Everything heated up more when Sophie B shucked off her light sweater to reveal a plain black bikini top, tight around her magnificent breasts. She was talking with a group of people and didn’t seem to notice the instant attention from half of those around the pool. When those yoga pants came off later she’d have them all standing to attention. Rachael and Karen, already having arrived in tie on bikinis, pouted and preened and headed for the house, sticking out chests and shaking out hair. Dragging semi-detached Helen in their wake. That trio were generally referred to as the witchy bitches and they did their best to live up to it. At least Rachael and Karen did. Semi-detached Helen, who was actually alright when she wasn’t with them, trailed along and imitated the worst of their behaviour but it was always apparent her heart wasn’t in it. She just wanted to be accepted. Phil looked over the other way at Karl’s broad pale back. He had offered to bring her a drink which she’d happily accepted. He hadn’t run all the way there and back again like the last, over keen, skinny boy. Now he was standing, talking to Brad. Hunky Brad who all the girls chased after but who only had eyes for Sophie. Phil allowed herself to imagine being double teamed by Brad and Karl for just long enough to leave her tingly and perspiring then lowered her eyes. That was the drink she asked Karl for right there by her lounger. He’d just put it down while everyone was distracted by Sophie and walked away. Huh, now she’d have to get up if she wanted to talk to him. Not a chance, Phil lay back, she wasn’t chasing, or wasn’t going to appear to be. She was the queen bee today and they would have to come to her. Ella drifted through the crowd attracting no attention in her plain soft running gear. She didn’t want attention as such. Not the kind of oh ahh adoring crowd attention anyway, like Sophie got. Sophie was cool with it but Ella couldn’t get past her shyness. Yet she ached for intimacy. Mature for her age, with a blonde pony tail to the small of her back she should have been a catch but her nervous silences, her high cheek bones, her tight self control, meant everyone thought her an ice queen. She burned deep and hot on the inside while boys chose the light headed girls who laughed at their antics. Ella was self aware enough to understand most of this but she wasn’t able to do anything about it. The more she clamped down and tried to control her nerves, the more she fed the ice queen narrative. The changing room was the master bedroom of the house. It was a riot when she slipped in. Two girls who hadn’t prepared in advance were topless and bouncing on their knees on the bed with their arms up as if they were going wild at a concert. They dared one another to go out to the pool like that but neither was going to be first. Ella wandered over towards the window to find a space. The tide changed and pale bottoms were piling out now when she turned. Then a man tried to come in and screaming and clutching of breasts ensued. He tried to apologise through the door and eventually made himself understood. He was looking for Ella. Her heart raced, her throat nearly closed over. Then a gorgeous brunette in a halter neck string bikini that hid absolutely nothing called back,

“Just coming darling.”

Ella Briar stood and headed for the door. Ella Hoff turned back to the window red faced and still fully dressed.

Billy checked the rooms. Empty bathroom, not trashed yet. Phil’s room, locked. Dan’s room, empty. He knocked on the master bedroom door.

“All OK in there. All decent for me to come in?”

he called in his best security guard, just checking, voice with his hand on the handle. It was good that he practically had his ear to the door or he wouldn’t have heard a sighing.

“Yeah. All decent.”

One girl in a tracksuit with her back to him and a lot of clothes. He almost went out again then he saw the pony tail.

Down in the sun room the witchy bitches were plotting and complaining and furiously messaging their on off boyfriends, who were sometimes referred to as the thug boys.

Out by the pool Patrick and Ella B had dived in gracefully and were swimming. Sophie had stood, bent over at the waist and peeled down her tan coloured yoga pants. Brad wasn’t the only one trying to hide a prominent erection and a melting heart. Swimming suddenly seemed like a great idea. Even Phil eventually got up, trailed a pointed toe in the water and then back flopped from the side straight into an inflated float chair. She nailed the landing. This was her pool and she’d had practice. Several others tried to replicate the trick with the other chair. All ended up crashing into the pool to much laughter. Brad managed to do it almost gracefully, just bouncing back up off the chair and going in feet first. Phil floated, legs crossed, steering and gently paddling with one foot, rocking the float to the music. Queen of the pool even when Sophie came carefully down the steps from the shallow end and sighed along with everyone else as those magic mammaries were submerged.

Billy sat on the bed and took off the hat. This was going to be a long job. He messaged Phil who’d accepted his invite earlier. Linked her the party manifest to seem all official and asked,

“How many hot nights in a cool bed do I owe you?”

All he got back was.

“Everyone’s in the pool. Where are you?”

“Master bedroom alone with Ella Hoff.”

“Fuck, that was quick.”

“I may be here a while. Let me know if you need anything.”

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“Are you waiting for your girlfriend?”

“No. I don’t have a girlfriend.”

Billy avoided eye contact by lying back on the bed, arms behind his head. He might freeze under those fierce blue eyes. Especially if he had to lie.

“Then what are you doing in here?”

“Spying,” he said, looking at the ceiling.

“Spying on who?” Ella said. He surely wasn’t seeing much from there.

Billy dived in. What did he have to loose? It wasn’t like Mum or Molly would stop sleeping with him. Marissa surely wouldn’t cut him off. The thought of not getting to play piss games with Jules was a sad one. Perhaps Mrs. Baxter’s tits would only be a memory. Fuck it.

“Spying on the party,” he said, “for a secretive sex cult. Looking for hot new recruits.”

He didn’t get the laugh he hoped for. This was going to be tough.

“Then you should be out by the pool where the hot babes are, remotely measuring breast sizes or whatever it is you do.”

“It’s not about that, it’s all about the attitude.” He remembered his talks with Marissa about what made a girl hot. “Anyway. My cover was already blown. I have to lie low and play it cool.”

“Your cover was blown. So someone here recognised you from a secret sex party.”

Billy shook his head but she was looking out of the window not at him

“No. I think her mother just gave her a really good description.”

Still no laugh. Did she take everything so deadly seriously?

“So while the guys outside are chasing tail hoping to get a kiss and a cuddle with a giggling teenager. You are fucking their mothers.”

Billy counted off his fingers. She’d turned to glare at him.

“Only a couple of mothers of people hear today.” he said. It was technically true after all he’d fucked Phil’s mum and his own. Though Jackie always told him not to brag about that.

Ella just stared at him.

“Anyway. Why aren’t you down there jumping in the pool?” Billy asked.

“Because I never got a chance to get changed.”

Billy rolled his eyes, shook his head and shuffled up a bit on the bed.

“Well aren’t you going to clear out?” she said.

“What? No. I told you I’m lying low.”

He checked the local nets on his tab and ignored her. If she stormed out now he was fucked or rather unfucked.

“You expect me to just strip off in front of you?”

“You’re already wearing your bikini, right?”

He scrolled furiously through the rumours and gossip.

“Three suspected rapists on the run in the Chareen Hills.”

Three men had apparently fled a party in the Chareen Hills after attempting to rape a teenager in her own back yard. There were no details. It was probably nonsense. Such sensational stuff usually dissolved away in minutes as people edited it out of existence.

“Yes.”

“Then what is it you think I’ll see that the guys outside won’t?”

Billy was still engrossed in the rumour. Something was nagging at him.

“I mean it would be hotter if you weren’t already changed and then I’d volunteer to help for sure. I don’t get to undress women very often. They’re usually already naked. I’d probably be terrible at it honestly. I don’t even really know how a bra works.”

Fuck. His tongue had run away with him again. Double fucking fuck. It was their party, right here, that those rumours came from. He had a message from Phil.

“Sorry beautiful. I’ve got to run and deal with some trouble. Have to keep the security guard cover together if I can.”

Billy rolled off the bed and grabbed his hat.

“Find me later if you want to play dressing up, or hide the sausage.”

He jammed on the hat, gave her a wink and left, closing the door behind him. It was his last roll of the dice and there was really no chance it would work.

The weather was on the fritz. It had been going so well but the pool got crowded and when people got out they found the wind cold. Then the sun went in and nearly everyone headed for the sun room and the kitchen. Phil, back on her lounger, having never even got wet above the knees, found herself alone.

The thug boys were back. Derek, Murdo and Sam had arrived with everyone else, then disappeared again, to general relief and now they were back. They’d gone to get alcohol of course. The gallons of soda on offer on the drinks table not being to their refined adult tastes. Now they swaggered in their long shorts with cans in their hands and encouraged one another to more outrageous utterances.

As the pool area cleared and their were less babes to comment on or sneaky cuddles to point out and snigger at, they converged on Phil’s lounger.