Chapter 1: The Pool

It all started with a backyard pool. At the beginning of summer, my neighbors, the Monroes, erected a circular above-ground pool. You know the kind, with walls five feet high—therefore the pool depth throughout was five feet. The Monroe daughters, Natalie (Nat) and Elizabeth (Liz), would be out enjoying their pool almost every afternoon.

After the pool was set up and filled, Mr. Monroe (the girls’ father) came by our house and invited me to enjoy the water as well. Later, I heard that Nat had insisted her dad come over and make the offer. Nat was a junior in our high school, like I was, while Liz was a freshman. Mr. Monroe was their single father and was very permissive with his girls, as I soon learned. My (also single) mother, Irene Nickson, was certainly permissive with me.

So, after school, I put on my old swimsuit and walked across our front lawn. Going around the end of our shared fence into their backyard, I climbed the pool’s steps and slid gratefully into the blessedly cool water. The three of us would splash around and play like young children for ten or fifteen minutes, and then the girls would climb out to sunbathe on their loungers.

“Dan! Get out and come lie in the sun with us,” Nat instructed.

“In a couple of minutes.” I needed to wait so my hard-on would subside, so I tried thinking about algebra. My impure thoughts were inflamed after I watched the girls climb out of the pool, dig their suits out of their ass cracks, and walk over to the patio.

What can I say? At my age and with my (lack of) experience, seeing the bodies of those Monroe sisters at close range along with the casual way they repositioned their suits left me panting like a puppy.

Both of them were blessed with light brown eyes and beautiful wavy brown hair hanging down below their shoulders. Nat was conventionally beautiful, with a proportioned and elegant figure packed into her black bikini. Non-gay guys in my class would envy my view of Nat’s ass I had just enjoyed.

Liz, on the other hand, was overweight. Her brown bikini held ample boobs above a round belly that possibly measured nearly the same number of inches as her bra size, like 40-38-50. Still, I found myself drawn to her big bust and big butt. Her big belly would be an issue for many guys, but not for me. Plus, I enjoyed her lively personality and self-confidence.

Nat could be quite self-absorbed. She assumed, with good reason, that guys would always notice her and compete for her attention. At school, when she strode across the cafeteria, young men actually stopped chewing and followed her with their eyes. Other girls would scowl, jealous of Nat’s power to attract the guys.

Liz, on the other hand, ate with several friends in her “posse.” They varied: skinny, heavy, bespectacled, frumpy, and so on. Oops, this sounds like I was listing the dwarves in Disney’s Snow White! I had a distinct impression that two of Liz’s friends might be lesbians; of course, she didn’t care about their orientation.

Back on the Monroe’s patio, Nat stood up and excused herself.

“Dan, I’m going inside to dress. Tod is taking me out tonight. Liz, tell Dad I won’t be home until late.”

Liz told her sister, “OK, Nat, have fun.”

I couldn’t help watching Nat’s perfect ass closely as she walked inside her house.

“Enjoying yourself?” Liz asked, with a little edge in her voice.

“Oh! I’m sorry. I shouldn’t stare, Liz; it’s not polite.”

“Dan, I understand. She’s been waggling her butt at guys for years. You’re not exception. Why shouldn’t she show off? Nat is always the pretty sister.”

“No! I mean, yes, Nat is very attractive.” I would sound stupid to claim Nat wasn’t pretty. But I couldn’t stop myself from saying, “Liz, I think both of you are pretty. If it was YOU going into the house, Nat would be calling me out for staring. At you, Liz.”

She looked at me with obvious distrust.

“Oh, Dan, that’s nice of you to say. But I’m fat, not like my sister. Nat could get a job as a model, don’t you think?”

“I guess. My point is that two things can both be true. I can imagine seeing Nat working as a model and being photographed in a slinky gown with her arms lovingly embracing a new Buick. I can also imagine YOUR arms embracing a loving and handsome man who is nuts for Elizabeth Monroe.”

“Really? I guess blind men want partners, too.” Her self-deprecating jokes frustrated me. I was realizing, though, our relationship (such as it was) was too new and too casual for her to trust my declarations.

Liz did throw me a small bone. “You’re always so nice and supportive, Dan. I’m not used to that. Usually, while I’m standing next to Nat I’m the invisible girl.”

“Not to me, Liz.” I could tell, metaphorically, the ground slightly shifted beneath her. A small smile crossed her face.

“Thanks. But I’m always aware of how people watch her. My gay friend Laura keeps asking me for details about Nat’s body—like whether she shaves her pussy.”

I coughed nervously.

“Oh, it’s all right; I understand her curiosity. FYI: she does shave, Dan, and I’m sure she doesn’t mind me revealing that. But Laura has no chance with Nat; she knows her interest wouldn’t be returned. You know, more than once Laura has asked if she could have ME instead.” Liz chuckled and continued, “So far I’ve been turning her down. Someone ELSE is the one who I want to cuddle.”

Liz moved on to ask me a question. Clueless, I didn’t consider that the “someone else” might be me!

“Say, Dan, would you like to put some sunscreen on me?”

Stunned, my mouth hung open. “Uh...”

“It’s a yes or no question, Dan. Here, I’ll make it easy for you.”

Liz pulled her bikini top up and off. I’m sure my eyes bugged out. My first tits! Except for Mom’s, I guess. I would have stood there motionless and gaping, but I managed to find some scrap of self-control.

“Wh-, wh-, where is your lotion?” I stuttered.