Chapter 2: Playing In the Pool

Beth had invited me over to her house to spend the night. The weather was great and I couldn’t wait to go over and jump in her family’s beautiful in-ground pool. My parents had a nice hut tub which I loved but I had always been jealous of Beth for having a pool she could enjoy whenever she wanted. I drove over to her house and she greeted me at the door with a typical squeal and hug. Her parents were in the living room and waved hello as I passed though. I’d been to their house so many times and spent so many nights there they didn’t even bat an eyebrow when they saw me. Beth and I went straight to her room where we traded gossip and caught up on our latest adventures. I even told Beth all about my day out with Charlene - the soccer-mom who the first person I had ever met from the Internet. Beth was stunned at the news to say the least. Needless to say I left out the parts about what I did at my own house with my parents but she was plenty turned on hearing about what I had to say as it was.

“Oh my god, Kelly,” she gasped as I concluded my account of that day, “I can’t believe even you would do that. Actually, what I can’t believe is your mom approved! And her I thought you’d sworn NEVER to meet anyone that way - no matter how tempting.”

I shrugged my shoulders and smiled. She was right, as usual. I had indeed sworn never to meet anyone from on-line and for years I’d managed to stick to that promise. I tried to explain to Beth that is was strictly a onetime thing and I would probably never do such a thing again. Besides, it was with a woman not a man. Heck, as she said, my mom had even met Charlene before I went off alone with her.

At that point Beth asked me if I was ready to hit the pool and I only had to be asked once! I’d brought along a bikini of course - we never swam nude in her pool as her parents were pretty conservative and definitely not into that kind of thing. Not to mention her younger brother was always around trying to peek t us. Admittedly it wasn’t MUCH of a bikini - more like some small pieces of cloth held together with some colorful string. In fact, this was one of my outfits my dad liked to joke that the care tag had more material than the outfit!

Beth had a similar bikini only hers was a deep red instead of bright yellow like mine. As she stripped and briefly stood there naked in front of me, I couldn’t help but admire her beautiful body. Beth was a little heavier than me but by no means would anyone have considered her fat. To my chagrin her boobs were definitely bigger - a full D cup at least. Beth had been one of those lucky girls whose boobs had developed at an early age. Even back in sixth grade while I was praying for a training bra she already had the boys, and a few teachers, staring at her chest, dying to play with them. Fortunately for them, she was always more than willing to let them! Beth’s poor bikini top strained to contain her boobs and for all practical purposes she may as well have been wearing nothing the way it barely covered her nipples and showed off most of her breasts.

Once we were dressed we headed off to the pool. We passed through the kitchen where a large glass sliding door separated the house from the pool deck. In the kitchen Beth’s mom was preparing supper and when she saw us she just let out a melodramatic sigh and shook her head in disbelief.

“Good God! I can’t believe what girls are wearing these days!” she exclaimed, blushing slightly as she said it. “I mean, you may as well be swimming naked.”

Beth started to speak up at that moment but her mom cut her off saying, “And NO!, I wasn’t trying to say you cold go skinning dipping in the pool. At least you’re wearing SOMETHING, even it doesn’t leave much of anything to the imagination.”

Beth grinned at me and winked; obviously this was not the first time they’d had this discussion. We both giggled and quickly went out the door onto the wood deck. The back yard was relatively small, basically consisted of a pool surrounded by a huge wooden deck and then by a tall wooden security/privacy fence. Thus even though we were right in the middle of town, it was almost like being all alone since the fence blocked out much of the outside traffic noise as well.

The pool was great. It even had a diving board and a small water slide which added to the fun. We didn’t have long to play as her mom soon came out with dinner. Her dad soon followed and we all sat down on the table outside for dinner. It worked out well because Beth and I were dripping wet from the pool not to mention it was a fantastic evening. The temperature was perfect and the wind was just a whisper.

During dinner I couldn’t help but notice Beth’s dad kept sneaking looks at me. Obviously I wasn’t the only one to notice because at one point Beth’s mom elbowed him with a sharp, “Donald!”. She didn’t have say anything else but based on his reddening cheeks he knew perfectly well what his wife was referring to. The cute part was that I didn’t even have do flirt or anything overt - my bikini did it all for me in ways words could never accomplish. It wasn’t like I intended to flirt with Beth’s dad - some things just happen on their own. What was more important to me was what he did NOT do and that was make any such covert glances at his buxom and all but nude daughter. In fact, Beth’s dad didn’t display any interest in her other than what would be expected from a father and I respected him for that. Still, I appreciated the looks he was giving me!

As we were cleaning up after dinner, Beth’s mom reminded Beth and her dad that tonight was her bingo night and so she would appreciate it if we would finish up dishes as she was running late and needed to get going. I laughed to myself over it - like how could we have forgotten? Beth’s mom was addicted to bingo and she hadn’t missed her Monday night fix as long as I had known her. She was one of those women you saw there with a dozen boards in front of her and I never could figure out how she manage to mark them so fast.

Beth’s mom dried her hands off with a dish towel, kissed Beth’s dad goodbye and then waved goodbye to us all. As for Beth’s dad, he retreated to the house after dinner to watch TV. With the two of us alone once again, we jumped in the pool, climbed on a couple of rafts and then just floated next to one another.

“Wow Kelly,” Beth exclaimed when she got herself situated on the raft, “Did you see the way my dad was looking at you? I guess he really likes your new bikini!”

I blushed a little bit despite myself. I’d known her dad for a long time and this certainly wasn’t the first time he had stared at me that way yet for some reason the way she said it made it seem naughty, even a little perverted.

“It was no big deal. How old is your dad anyway Beth?”

“Forty-nine.”

“Do your parents still do it?”

Beth giggled at that one. “Well, not as much as yours but I still hear them now and then in the bedroom late at night. I would say they still do it a few times a month.”

“Does your dad masturbate?”

Beth rolled her eye at that one. “C’mon Kelly, do you know ANY family other than yours where everyone masturbates openly without being embarrassed?”

She had me there! “Noooooo,” Beth continued, “I’ve NEVER seen my dad jerk off but he IS a guy so I imagine he must do it - don’t they all? Besides, it’s not like exactly something I would want to see anyway, you know?”

“Why not? He still looks pretty good if you ask me,” I teased her.

“Kelly!!!!! He’s my dad for god’s sake!” Beth exclaimed. She looked a little red in the face and I wasn’t sure if she was embarrassed or mad. “Sorry, I didn’t mean anything by that. I guess we should have talked this over before so why not just get it over with now?”

I looked at her with quizzical eyes. I didn’t say anything a I wondered where she was going to with this line of thought.

“Ok, let me explain it this way. Yes, I loved being fucked by your dad - although I don’t understand why he stopped by the way. Yes, I loved watching him fuck you. But that’s with YOUR dad, not mine. Ewwwww, I have no desire to do anything with my dad like we did with yours - OK? I mean, it’s OK that YOU do your your dad but I just could never do anything like that with mine.”

“Whoa - down girl!” I said, trying to take the edge off what could become an awkward discussion, “I was just asking because I was curious. I didn’t mean to imply anything about you and him so let’s forget about it and enjoy the pool.”