Chapter 4: After the Swim

I sat expectantly on the bed, waiting to hear the sound of Bethany climbing the stairs. Based on what she'd just told me down by the pool -- that she'd be up any minute to model lingerie for me and to give me my first blowjob -- my dick was an understandable steel rod in my shorts. Not that it was a particularly big rod, of course. After all, I was only 13, and anything but tall for my age. Yet so far, for whatever reason, my quite tall and busty neighbor, who happened to be a web model, seemed to be very interested in it... or in me... or both.

As I waited, I wondered if I should just whip it out now, so that when she finally did arrive, it would be all ready to go. But before I had a chance to really consider this, I heard the sliding door downstairs slide open... then shut. I heard the sound of heels clacking across the tile floor in the kitchen, which then became muffled when they hit the carpeting in the main hall. Closer the sound drew, down the main hall, up the stairs, another step, another step... and then there she was, standing in the doorway. As always, the sight of her took my breath away.

Bethany made a point of stopping in the entrance to her own bedroom, as if to pose. I could see now that the white high heels whose progress my ears had been following were in fact the ONLY piece of clothes she wore. The skimpy white dress that she'd stripped off before diving into the pool hung from one hand, while with the other arm, she leaned sensuously against the doorway, displaying the bright red fingernails I'd grown to love. Still wet from the swim, her long, firey red hair hung in loose curls that fell halfway down her back. Her long legs grew up out of the sexy white heels like smooth ivory beanstalks, joining at her mostly-shaven pussy, the hair of which was also a firey red. Around this, her hips curved healthily, especially in contrast to her very slim, very fit waist and torso. Like the hips, though, her chest was extremely healthy. Once more, I found myself transfixed by the sight of her massive 34DDD breasts with their wide, dark pink nipples, the tips of which were the size of marbles.

"See something you like?" Bethany asked. Only then did I pull my attention away from her amazing tits long enough to look up at her face. On top of everything else, she was quite beautiful, with soft features and vibrant green eyes that could launch far more than a thousand ships. She smirked seductively at me through bright red lipstick, and I felt my heart skip a beat. What had I done to deserve such a smile?

"Do you even have to ask that any more?" I asked, half-blushing.

"Oh, but it's so nice to hear the answer," Bethany said. She reached both hands up and braced them against the door jamb, supporting her weight on them as she leaned forward slightly, and set her melon-sized boobs to jiggling left and right. "Now be a good boy... and answer me."

"Y-yes," I said. "I do."

"Do what?" Back and forth her tits went, like perfect fleshy pendulums.

"I do see something I like," I said.

"Oh? And what might that be?" She leaned back again, bringing her arms down, and stood tall, dropping the white dress in her hand to the floor. Slowly, gracefully, she began to cross the room toward me.

"You," I replied. "I think..." No, I thought -- keep it to yourself.

Bethany stopped a few feet away from me. "Yes?"

"You'll think it's stupid if I say it."

She smiled. "But you'll never know for sure unless you do say it."

"I think... I mean, I might be... in love with you."

This brought a shine to Bethany's face that I hadn't seen before. One moment, it seemed as if she would smile, and the next, like she would cry. In the end, though, she broke out into a wide smile. "You are?"

I just nodded, relieved that her reaction hadn't been to laugh.

"Oh, Sammy. That's... the sweetest thing I've heard in such a long time. Come give me a hug."

As she held her arms open wide, I stood and went to her. With the heels on, our heights were different enough that her chest was more or less at my face level, so as I approached, it was as if her tits were a tractor beam pulling me in. They pressed warmly against my face as we hugged, and as Bethany ran her fingers through my short hair. One of her hard nipples kissed my cheek, and I wanted so badly to turn and put it in my mouth.

"You can't imagine how happy you make me feel," she said.

"Me too," I replied. "I've never been this happy... ever."

With this, Bethany pulled me just far enough away from her chest that she could lean her head down to kiss me. And kiss we did. A long, passionate, tongue-filled ecstasy, filled with more genuine feeling than a thousand words could ever have expressed. As we pulled our mouths apart again, her eyes were so heavy-lidded that they almost made her look half-asleep. "You," she said, "are an outstanding kisser."

"I am?" Considering that she was the first girl I'd ever kissed, this was news to me.

"Oh yes. You seem to be a natural."

"You too," I told her.

Bethany laughed a bit at this, as she slowly eased her body a step away from me. "Yes... well. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't heard that before. But then again, when you've got a body like mine, it's amazing how low men's standards can be." She grabbed her boobs and gave them a squeeze. "A nice set of tits really lowers the bar."

"Well... I can't lie... you do have a nice set," I said, blushing again.

"I'm glad you approve." She smirked at me, then winked. "And now, if you don't mind, I need to jump in the shower. The chlorine in that pool will destroy my hair if I don't wash it out."

"Oh. Okay." This wasn't what I'd expected to hear, but I decided to roll with the moment.

Bethany kicked off her heels, then started toward the master bathroom on the other side of the room. I waited for her to invite me to join her... but no invitation came. Still, she didn't shut the bathroom door behind her either. "I won't be more than a few minutes," she said, while reaching in to turn on the water. "I just need to rinse off." Then she slipped in past the shower curtain and disappeared from sight.

Somewhat disappointed that I wasn't in the shower with her, I stood there, unsure of what to do with myself. Glancing down at the floor, I saw the white dress, and picked it up. With a quick glance toward the bathroom, I stepped out of line of sight of the shower, and brought the dress to my face, inhaling deeply. Just as I'd suspected, it was highly concentrated with the scent of both Bethany and her perfume. There'd been nothing between it and her skin all day... and the day had certainly NOT been a cool one. For a moment, I fantasized about what it would be like to be one of her dresses.

Before I could put much thought into it, though, the shower went quiet. I abruptly threw the dress onto the floor, before she could see that I was sniffing it and conclude I was a freak or something. I stepped back into the middle of the room, just in time to see the shower curtain slide away and a wet Bethany emerge from it. "Sammy," she said. "Will you be a sweetie and get me a towel from the linen closet in the hall?"

"Sure thing." I jogged out to the hall, and grabbed one of only a few towels there. Apparently, if she owned more than these, she hadn't had time to unpack them yet. Then I jogged back to the bathroom with it. When I got there, Bethany was busy running her fingers through her long wet hair, shaking it around -- I assume to detangle it or something. Whatever the reason, though, it had the effect of shaking her tits around as well, which needless to say made me and my erection very happy.

"Thanks, baby." She smiled appreciatively.

"You're welcome." I tried to hand the towel to her, but she didn't take it.

"You know," she said, "I thought maybe you could dry me off.

"R-really?" I asked.

"Of course. Unless you mind --"

"No. I mean yes. I mean I don't mind at all."

Bethany giggled. "Okay then. It's settled." With this, she opened her arms, and held them away from her body. "Dry away whenever you're ready."

"Um. Okay." I stood there stupidly for a moment, with the towel in both hands, unsure of where to start. My first instinct was to go right for the chest, and since she was facing me, this prospect was all the more inviting. Instead, however, I aimed a bit lower, and began by rubbing the dry towel on her dripping wet belly. It was firm, betraying the exercise she must do to keep it so flat. As gently as I was rubbing the towel, it still served to jar her body from side to side, with the yet-again enticing result that her boobs jiggled before my eyes. Of course, by this point, there was no avoiding drying them as well. So having played coy this far, I just dove in.

Even through the towel, her tits felt wonderful in my hands. Soft and inviting. I spent as much time as I could justify on them, then moved up to her shoulders and out to each of her arms. Then she turned around, and I rubbed the towel all the way down the smooth skin of her back, past her firm round ass, and down her legs to her feet. As I was drying her ankles from behind, her legs slightly spread, I got an outstanding close-up view of the mound of her barely furred pussy. Then she turned around again, and I worked my way up the legs from her feet back to her belly. Along the way, I got another close view of her pussy, this time from the front, and began to feel light-headed.

Taking a deep breath, I stood. "All done."

"Not quite," she said, grinning. "You forgot the bits and pieces."

"The what?" I asked.

"Here. I'll show you." Bethany took one of my hands in hers, then directed it downward, between her legs. Gently, she placed it on her pussy. "Now rub the towel in," she said.

I rubbed it lightly at first, as if petting it.

"No no," she added. "A bit harder than that. Really dig your finger into the groove."

I did as I was told, and found the groove between her lips with my middle finger, pressing the towel into it.

Bethany moaned slightly. "That's it. Now rub it."

Again, I did as she said, rubbing slowly, and the effect was instantaneous. She let out another moan, louder this time, as her hand draped itself over my shoulder and dug its nails into my back. "Yessss... like that." Then she pulled me forward while falling back at the same time, and I before I knew it, she was pressed against the wall. Her eyes were closed, and the expression on her face was a bit dreamy.

Assuming that Bethany would tell me to stop when she wanted me to, I kept right on doing what I was doing.

"Now... drop the towel," she said, breathlessly. "Use just your hand."

"Um. Okay." I dropped the wet towel on the floor. Naive as I might have been at that age, by this time, I realized full well that this was no longer about getting her dry. Little did I realize, though, that when my hand found her pussy again, it would be quite so wet. This was something I didn't remember learning in sex ed. Wet it was, though, and as a result, my finger slid easily into the groove between her now-engorged lips.

"Ohhh, god... yes," Bethany moaned. "That's it, baby. Find Mommy's hole."

Wincing some at the grip of her nails in my back, I probed further with my hand, quickly found "the hole" she was referring to, and sunk my finger into it. Again, the effect was instantaneous. Her pussy was oozing by now, and a hunched-over Bethany was practically biting my back.

"Now up," she said, "just a little. Find the --"

But I'd already found it myself, without quite realizing what I was finding -- her clitoris -- which felt like nothing so much as a swollen and slippery nub. But as soon as my finger landed on it, I got my first lesson in just what a powerful button it was to push. In a split-second, her moaning went right off the scale, and transformed into a high-pitched "eeeeee" noise. Her thighs closed in around my hand and her body started to buck. Following my instincts, I continued to rub her clit for as long as I could until the grip of her thighs made it almost impossible.

"St-stop," she said, through what almost sounded like a mix of laughter and tears. "Too much."

"I'm sorry," I replied, quickly pulling my hand away.

"No," Bethany said, pulling me into a tight hug. "Please don't ever be sorry for that. It felt great. It felt... incredible. It was just... sensory overload. I can only take so much." I thought back to the day before, when I'd had much the same reaction to her handjob, and this brought things into perspective for me.

I smiled. "Oh. Okay, I get it. Like me yesterday."

"Yes. Exactly." She grinned down at me. "Like that."

"It was good for you then?" I asked.

She nodded in a somewhat exaggerated manner. "Oh, yes. Very good."

"Good," I said. "I want to make you feel as wonderful as you make me feel."

"Such a darling, you are," Bethany replied, taking my face in both of her hands and kissing me hard.

Once more, our tongues met, and intertwined.

"Now," she said, "it's time for the lotion."

"The lotion?"

Bethany gestured around me, to the sink, where there was a huge bottle of skin lotion -- the kind with a plunger on top that squirts it into your hand. "I buy it by the gallons," she joked.

"Oh," I said. "Where do you put it? On your hands?"

She nodded. "My hands... and my arms... and my legs... and... everywhere else I have skin."

"Everywhere?" I asked.

"Everywhere. Why? Did you want to help with that too?"

Was this a trick question? "Um. Sure. Of course."

"Well then. Grab the bottle." With this, she winked at me, and slinked out into the bedroom.

Holy shit, this is going to be good, I thought.

It was going to be just like Jilly... only better.

The summer before, when my best friend Kevin and his family had still been living in the house now owned by Bethany, a cousin of Kevin's named Jilly had come to visit for a couple of weeks. She was much older than us, in her early twenties, and normally lived out in California. She and Kevin's mother had always been very close, though, and so she apparently made at least one long trip East every year. While Kev's parents were off at work, she spent most of her time hanging out by the pool... and Kev and I spent most of our time watching her.

Jilly wasn't very tall, and not even especially pretty. She had a nose too big for her face, and often talked about how she planned to save enough money to get it fixed. While not what I'd call overweight, she also wasn't exactly slim either -- kind of thick all over, but still with an hourglass figure. Fortunately, this included a big chest, which explained our fascination with her... especially whenever she had a bikini on. Many were the hours that Kevin and I would peer down from his bedroom window with binoculars or play Marco Polo over and over again in the pool while she was sunbathing. Afterward, I'd go home and jerk off, fantasizing about what it would be like to see her naked.

For his part, Kevin claimed that he did see her topless several times during that couple of weeks. Once, when he "accidentally" walked into the bathroom after she'd stepped out of the shower, and twice more when he did the same as she was changing clothes in the guest room. He said he owed it all to the fact that his parents for some reason didn't believe in having locks on bedroom and bathroom doors -- in case there was ever a fire or something.

My own closest encounter with Jilly, however, came on a day when Kevin wasn't home. It was a few weeks before school started, and his mother had taken the day off specifically so that she could cart him to some huge mall an hour away to go clothes shopping. He didn't know this until a few minutes after he woke up, however, and therefore neither did I. So when I arrived at his house late that morning, and nobody answered the doorbell, I didn't know what to think. I did the first thing that came to mind, and walked around to the back of the house.

There, reclining in her usual lounge chair, was Jilly, wearing a somewhat skimpy two-piece bikini with a tropical print. She turned my way when she heard the gate squeak. "Hey, Sammy. Kevin's not here."

"Oh. Where is he?"

She explained, then said, "If you want to swim or something, go ahead. It's no big deal to me."

"Thanks." I considered this, but wondered if it would be as easy to sneak peeks at her tits without the pretense of playing a pool game. Still, it was worth the try. "I guess I will."