Chapter 9

Michelle shifted in her seat. It was another Volkeswagon Beetle, only this time a new one, not the old rusted one. It were the same people, her two best friends and Steve, the nice guy who had driven all of them home.

Only this time, things were different. They were all going to Steve's house - Michelle had even called her parents to tell her that she would be at Nicole's, and Nicole had forwarded her personal phone to ring at Steve's place. Butterflies still swam in her stomach as she thought about what her parents would say if they knew the truth. What if they went to Nicole's house for some reason? What if they called, and Nicole didn't get her phone in time - or if Steve answered it by accident? What if-

Stop it, she told herself firmly. It wasn't like they were doing anything really wrong - they weren't going to drink or smoke. Amanda and Nicole said they just wanted to spend some time watching movies and swimming at Steve's new house. The girls were going to spend the night - but Amanda and Nicole promised that Steve would be a perfect gentlemen. "We'll skin him alive if he doesn't," Amanda said with a grin.

The two girls had sat down and talked to Michelle about the real situation. Amanda had even apologized for deceiving her for so long. "I mean, how would anyone understand?" She told her friend. "Here's the real deal: Nicole and I both are really attracted to Steve. And the bastard is no noble, he won't ask either one of us out, because he doesn't want to hurt the other's feelings."

Michelle's head had become stuck in gear as she heard this. "So - what? The two of you are hanging around him until he chooses one?" She looked at Nicole. "I remember you telling me that Micheal had asked you out a week ago, and you turned him down. Is this why?" Micheal was one of the school's more popular kids. He was on the basketball team, was actually a nice guy, and was pretty good looking.

Nicole shrugged. "Well - kind of." She squirmed in her seat. "I told you she wouldn't understand," she said to Amanda.

"No - I kind of do," Michelle said. There was something different about Steve, especially after his father dying. For a moment she realized it was the same night that Steve had taken the girls home from the basketball game, the night she found herself so turned on she actually masturbated in the back seat of his car. She felt her face flush a little at the memory.

Steve was still Steve - the nice guy who was intelligent, well spoken, could turn a quick phrase, the guy you could take your troubles too. She remembered talking to him some time ago about a guy in school who just wouldn't leave her alone, always asking her out. A week later, that guy had found himself a new girlfriend - and never bothered Michelle again.

But now, there was more. He was more confident. She had heard that he actually got into a shouting match with a teacher because she was picking on one of her students. When the teacher had threatened to call his parents, Steve told her to go ahead - how they would love to hear how the teacher was berating her students.

The teacher backed down.

The change bothered Michelle most of all was that every time she was around him, she felt - well, horny. He was still the perfect gentleman. He never touched her, not even on the arm, but when he was close, her clit would start to throb. Plenty of boys and some of the teachers would find themselves looking down at her breasts instead of at her. Steve never did - he always looked her right in the eye, but she could feel her nipples start to harden whenever he was around her. It was disconcerting - and perhaps would explain why Nicole and Amanda were both vying for his attention.

Steve seemed to take it all in stride. He was just as polite to Amanda and Nicole, never letting on that two of the best looking girls in school wanted to date him. He didn't strut, or crow, or do any of other stupid things that boys did. Michelle remembered when Daryl Morgan had gotten a feel of Nicole's breast (by accident - he had tripped into her, or so he claimed), but according to the rumor mill he hadn't shut up for a week over it.

"So what kind of pool do you have?" Nicole asked. Steve looked into the rear view mirror at her as he shifted gears. Nicole's hands were on the back of his seat as she leaned forward, held back by the seat belt.

"A wet one," Steve said with a wry glance.

"Oh, thank goodness," Michelle quipped. "I was worried we'd be seeing Nicole do a swan dive into an empty pool."

"Harsh," Steve chuckled. He reached back a hand, patting Nicole on the head. "Don't worry, my dear. The pool isn't Olympic size or anything, but there's more than enough room for the three of us. There's even a hot tub if we want to use it - and in this November weather, that's not a bad idea." The night's had become crisp - October brought ice, and while it hadn't started to snow yet, it was only a matter of time.

Michelle shifted in her seat again. She was feeling those tendrils of arousal she always felt around Steve. Her slit was feeling warm, as if impossibly soft fingers were touching her vaginal lips, every so often dipping further inside. Dewdrop of her own arousal were starting to wet her panty liner, and she was glad she had put it in. She didn't need an entire tampon - her period was at least a couple of weeks away, but the last thing she wanted was another pair of wet panties to embarrass her while she was changing with her friends.

Steve turned a corner, then pulled up into a driveway. At the touch of a button, the garage door opened, and he slid his car inside. The garage doors came down behind them, and for a split second, the four teens were drenched in darkness.

Michelle's fingernails dug into her skirt as she felt her entire body grow warm with arousal - her nipples felt flushed, her clit throbbed in need. Then Steve opened his door, and the car door lights came on. "Don't worry about the door, Amanda," he said, pulling the seat forward. "Give me a moment to help Nicole out and I'll get your door." He extended a hand to Nicole, helping her out of the car.

Michelle sat and waited as Steve crossed to the other side of the car, feeling her pussy flutter as she caught his backside. He did have a nice butt - all that wrestling must have paid off. He opened Amanda's door, helping her out, then reached back a hand to Michelle.

When their hands touched, her breasts felt a flush of pleasant sensation, like the softest touch of a warm tongue sliding around her nipples. She pulled herself up, nearly colliding into him, her face inches from his.

"Let me pop the trunk," Steve said, pulling her to one side and closing the car door behind her. He touched a button on his key, and the trunk made a popping noise. Well, of course it did - he did say he was about to pop it, didn't he?

The three girls grabbed their bags. They had each stopped by their house, while Steve had waited at school while they packed. Amanda had said that was the best idea, just in case their parents wondered why some guy was driving them about.

"Hey, let me give you guys the quick tour," Steve told them. The house was fairly modest - a bedroom for Steve and his mother, some other rooms like a computer room with a teenage boys standard accessories (Playstation 2, and so on), along with a bookshelf full of books. "Crammed" was more like it - plenty of science fiction and history and literature and - well, pretty much everything.

"Have you read all of these?" Michelle asked him, her fingers tracing the titles.

"Well, not yet," Steve said. He pointed at Ulysses. "I keep hearing that's a good one, but every time I get passed Chapter 1, I fall asleep."

"I have that same problem with 'The Portrait of a Lady'," Michelle said.

"The Nicole Kidman movie?" Nicole gushed. "Are you kidding? I thought she was great in it." Michelle caught Steve's eye, the two of them sharing a secret smirk.

"Why not just see the movie version?" Amanda said.

"You get something out of the book you don't see in the movie," Michelle explained. She picked up a copy of Les Miserables. "Oh, I love this book - hey, is this the unabridged version? I haven't read that one yet."

"Take it," Steve said. "The big difference is in the unabridged version, they keep in Hugo's talk about things like Waterloo and -"

"I think we should leave these two alone for a second," Amanda muttered to Nicole. "I have to tinkle."

Steve threw up his hands in mock despair. "Oh, just excuse me. Here, let me show you guys the rest of the place. You guys can stay in my room while I sleep in the guest room - my room's bigger," he explained. "Oh, and the tinkle room is right there."

Steve's room wasn't what Michelle had imagined. She had an older brother away at college, and his room was full of posters and other guy things.

Steve's room was almost spartan. The walls were blue and bare, and his bed was maybe queen sized, with a light and some more books crammed into the headboard. One was lying open, a thick book with a picture of a DNA spiral on the cover.

"I'm going to go hit the bathroom and take care of stuff," Amanda announced. "After that, let's go check out the pool."

Amanda vanished to the bathroom, and Steve moved into the room. "Let me just grab my trunks," he said. He bent over, displaying that tight butt to the girls again.

Nicole leaned over, whispering in Michelle's ears. "I can't decide if I want to pinch it or take a bite out of it," she muttered into Michelle's ear.

Instead, Nicole leaned forward, giving it a hard slap. Steve stood up quickly with a yelp. "Hey!" he exclaimed, a pair of trunks in his hand. "That's not fair - if I did that to you, I'd be called a pervert or something."

"That's because you're a naughty boy and we're innocent girls," Nicole said with a laugh. "Now, out of your room. We're going to get changed and go through your private things."

Steve rolled his eyes. "Join me in the living room - there's towels and showers out in the pool shed, so don't worry about that."

He left the two girls alone. They started getting changed, stripping out of their clothing. Michelle felt it a little weird. She had been naked around Nicole before, and had taken showers with her and Amanda in the school's locker rooms after cheerleading practice all the time. But this time, she was getting naked in a boy's room.

She pulled out her swimming suit. "Oh, we forgot to tell you," Nicole said. She pulled out a two piece bikini, tossing it at Michelle. "Nicole and I picked these up over the weekend - and we got one for you, too."

Michelle held up the bikini. It was light blue, and actually fairly modest. It was far from a string bikini, and looked like it would cover Michelle pretty well. "We thought that next time we were at my house, we could wear them to work on our tans and stuff - and since we were coming here, Amanda and I thought that we could drive Steve insane."

"You guys are mean," Michelle said, looking at the bikini. She had never worn one before, and the idea of being so exposed was kind of scary. But before she could talk about it, Amanda came back into the room.

"Close the door!" Nicole exclaimed, only halfway dressed, her large breasts swaying as she moved to cover them. Michelle automatically put her hand over her crotch, just in case Steve was about to walk by.

"Don't worry," Amanda said, though she closed the door. "Steve is in the living room waiting for us." Her brown eyes looked at the bikini in Michelle's hand. "Pretty cool, huh? We got different colors." She pulled her T-shirt off of herself, revealing her braless breasts. Michelle had always been kind of jealous of Amanda's slim body - she could go braless, and nobody stared at her.

She suddenly realized she hadn't removed her hands from her crotch. Her fingers had actually been pressing against it. Or, at least it felt that way - she didn't remember actually moving her fingers, but it felt like she had been squeezing her cunt. She quickly extracted her hand before the other two girls could see. Michelle was no stranger to the pleasures of masturbation. Usually she would stroke herself to sleep, and right after she awoke she would play with herself before getting ready for school. She had been worrying that maybe she was addicted to it or something, but every time she tried to stop she would find herself stroking her clit the next night.

Maybe I'm just repressed, she thought to herself. She had never even kissed a boy, let alone been with one naked. She looked at the bikini. Well, why not? Nobody else was going to know. And it might be funny to see the look on Steve's face.

The three girls walked out, though Michelle didn't feel as confident as the other two. Nicole's bikini was a little riskier than her friends - a thin pink outfit with triangles just covering her nipples and crotch, otherwise a string. Michelle's was more modest, and was more like wearing blue panties and a bra than anything else, only without the under wire support. And Amanda was in a white number that had no shoulder straps, the top part just hooking in the back, while the bottom covered her pretty well.

Steve was in the living room, sitting in a chair, absently looking out the window. When he turned back to the three girls, he stood up. "Hey," he said. He was dressed in a pair of long, blue swimming trunks that came down to his knees. He wasn't overly buff, but his muscles were pretty nice looking, with a slight six-pack stomach and well developed pecs. "Woah - you guys look nice," he said. His eyes moved from one girl to the other - not in a leering way, just appreciative. When his eyes moved over Michelle, it was only to linger for a moment. She felt that flush of pleasure again, but he looked away. Michelle's eyes darted to his crotch.

It was pretty evident that the three girls were having an effect on him. The crotch of his shorts was bulging. Michelle had never seen a penis before - well, other than her brother's when they took bath's together as little kids, but that was years ago. And Steve nearly looked like he was going to split his shorts. It wasn't obnoxiously sticking out, but Michelle could make out a vague column of flesh that seemed to ride up quite a ways.

"This way," Steve announced. He headed to the back yard, and from there to a covered pool shed. He had been telling the truth - it wasn't an olympic sized pool, but it was large enough to play water volleyball and such. Steve pointed to a pair of curtains to the side. There's was a hot tub off in the corner, and a door marked "sauna" on the left side. "There's showers over there, so get wet before jumping in." Steve said, pointing to their right. There were only two, and Steve quickly vanished into the first one.

Michelle climbed into the second one, closing the curtain after her. She didn't know why she did - it wasn't like she was getting naked or anything. But the second she did, she felt her pussy throb with need and desire.

She turned the water on, setting it to cold. If she thought that was going to help, it only made it worse. Her nipples hardened in response, and it seemed like her clit only grew hotter to counteract the temperature. She stuck her head under the water, rubbing her arms, then her legs -

Her fingers brushed over her crotch as she wet her body down. As soon as she did, she felt her fingers press into her cleft. She still didn't remember giving them the order, but once it started, she pressed her fingers into her slit.

She sat down on the wooden seat built into the wall, spreading her legs. Her other hand brought the temperature up on the water dial. There was just no help for it - she had to get off, or else she'd go crazy, and feel all hot and bothered for hours.

Michelle's slim finger moved against her clit, stroking it quickly. She closed her eyes, trying to ignore that her friends were right outside. They couldn't see past the curtain, and she had put her knuckles in her mouth to keep herself from crying out.

Her fingers flew over her slit, in a familiar pattern from hundreds of practiced occasions. As horny as she was, it would only take a minute. Her imagination wandered to the different men she could imagine being with - some of the boys in sports, a few of her teachers - Steve kept pressing in for some reason. He had been in her fantasies more and more often, perhaps because whenever she was around him she felt aroused. But now, her fantasy was a little more complete that she'd seen him with his shirt off, picturing her legs around him. It was stupid - her two best friends were already vying for his attention, and it was just a harmless fantasy anyway. She would never have sex with anybody until she was married, after all. Well, maybe college, at least - by then, she could date people without her parents finding out.

Michelle was so close. Her almond shaped eyes would sometimes split open, then close themselves shut again as her hips moved. She was really close, her orgasm just hovering beyond her reach. She was going to -

The curtain slid open then closed again. Michelle's eyes snapped open as Amanda turned to her. "Sorry - Nicole's taking forever, and I thought -" She looked at Michelle.

Michelle's skin turned a deep shade of red. One finger was stuck down her bikini bottoms, and while Amanda couldn't see what it was doing, it was fairly evident what Michelle had been doing. She felt mortified.

Amanda seemed to take it in stride. "Hey," she said. She stepped into the water, quickly rinsing herself. She leaned over as Michelle removed her fingers from herself - though her pussy throbbed more urgently than before. "Don't worry about it - give me a minute to finish up, and then you can," Amanda whispered in her ear. "I think Nicole's doing the same thing next door - that's probably why she's taking so long."

Michelle's blush deepened. "N - it's ok," she muttered. She stood up, discreetly washing the pussy juice off of her hand. As she did, her breasts pushed up against Amanda's.

She had never been this close, or this undressed, with another person before. Her nipples suddenly felt as if someone had pinched the little peaks together, rolling them between fingers. What they were really doing is poking out so hard they were pushing into Amanda's breasts, the girl's smaller orbs dented by Michelle's rock hard nipples.

Amanda flushed as their breasts pushed together. For a moment, neither girl moved, as they stood so close, looking into each other's eyes. Then, impossibly, Amanda leaned in, and pressed her lips against Michelle's.

Michelle stood frozen like a deer in headlights. Her first kiss. Not with a boy, but with a girl. Before she could lean back or something, anything - she felt a sensation in her pussy. It was - it was as if a pair of soft lips were pressed against it, kissing her enflamed slit.

MIchelle's gasped in response, and found her mouth filled with Amanda's slim tongue. Her pussy spasmed as it felt as if there was another tongue down there, sliding up and out of her hole - exactly as Amanda's was doing in her mouth. She found herself responding, her arms wrapping around her friend as they melted into each other, her hips pressing and squeezing Amanda's thigh. Was this why people liked to kiss? Is this why once people get started they never stop? She had never known this was how it happened, that kissing felt like - like what she had always imagined oral sex might be.

Michelle was so confused, uncertain if she should pull back or not, her breasts pushed against Amanda's, feeling her orgasm creep back up with the feeling of that little tongue moving about her vagina. She mewled -

A sudden clink interrupted them as the shower next to them turned off. Amanda pulled back, putting a hand to her lips. "Oh, Michelle, I'm sorry," she said. "I - I don't know what - "

"Um, don't worry about it," Michelle said. She moved around her friend, feeling her breasts rub against Amanda's again. "We -"

"Well talk about it later," Amanda said. She pecked Michelle on the lips before the asian girl could pull away, and once again she felt that sensation of touch against her sex. Michelle wandered out of the stall, her legs shaking.

Steve and Nicole were already in the pool. Steve was crouched in the water, and Nicole looked to be sitting on his hand, her back to him. "Ready?" he said. "One, two - "

On "three", Steve lifted, throwing Nicole high into the air towards the deep end of the pool. Michelle watch as Nicole turned in the air, diving into the water. Good lord - he must be really strong! Nicole had been lifted almost 10 feet into the air, and another 10 forward.

Nicole broke the water, whipping her hair out of her eyes. "Hey, Michelle," she said. "Jump on in!"

Michelle did so, and felt the slightly chill water cool her heated skin. When she broke the surface and wiped the water from her eyes, she noticed Amanda jumping in as well. If her friend was affected from their little make out session in the shower stall, she didn't show it; Amanda's smile was bright and cute as always.

The four teens played in the pool for a better part of an hour, taking turns as Steve threw them. Michelle found she liked the feeling of his large hand her butt, though he didn't grope her - just used it as a spring board. The feeling of flying in the air was exhilarating, and Steve never seemed to get tired. Later they played kid games like "Marco Polo", and while she never caught her cheating, Amanda seemed to have the uncanny ability to point out where people were without having to call "Marco".

The three of them finally turned to the hot tub. The evening had grown chill, and except for one time when Nicole's cell phone had rung (Michelle's parents, checking up - she had stood to one side so they wouldn't hear the bubbles), they basked in the warmth.

Nicole lifted her feet into the air. "Here - Steve, could you rub my feet?" she asked. Her blond hair drifted behind her, her bikini covered breasts floating to the surface of the pool.

"Yes, mah-ster," Steve intoned. "Igor lives to serve you." He seized Nicole's feet, kneeding his thumbs into the soles of her feet. Nicole leaned back, humming in pleasure.

Amanda sidled up next to Michelle. "Steve gives the best foot rubs," she explained. She gently touched Michelle's hand, then took it away, as if she was worried what the other girl might do.

Nicole's pleasure was evident. She had her eyes closed, resting in the water. Her nipples spiked under the bikini, as if they might rupture the thin fabric. Steve's eyes were on Nicole's feet, his green eyes concentrating as he rubbed the muscles. Nicole moaned once, then groaned as Steve released her feet. "All done," she said.

"Do me next!" Amanda said, sticking her feet up.

"But what would our other two guests think?" Steve said, winking at Michelle. He started massaging Amanda's feet just as dutifully. Nicole climbed out of the hot tub, grabbing her phone. "I'm ordering pizza," she said. "Veggie ok?"