Dirty Pool Party

It had taken a light apology to Amanda and Serena to get them off my back. I told them I had found Mr. Johnny's secret stash of alcohol somewhere in the kitchen and with how down and depressed I had felt that night when they spoke about their men, I had down a full bottle and crashed out in the balcony.

Of course this only served to make Amanda pity me more and insist I take her boyfriends brother's phone number.

I did. It was a small sacrifice to pay so she would get off my back and not think too far as to where I was and what I was truly doing that night.

They had even set up a small party with all our mutual friends from college present, to disguise the "accidental date" they had planned for us to meet and "accidentally hit it off and fall in love" but Victor and his brother had run into an accident. Which was such a fitting irony.

Another car had rearended their car. They were safe, but just deeply shaken so they had to cancel.

I on the other had was already here at Amanda's house, swimming in their luxurious pool, so I was having the time of my life.

That was until I poked my head out from under the water to take a breath and found Mr. Johnny lounging by the side of the pool.

I climbed out of the pool through the ladder near Mr. Johnny, water rolling down my breasts. I had been out in the pool, swimming for nearly three hours.

I didn't speak to him, and all Mr. Johnny had been doing was lying in the sun. At one point, he took a dip in the water, and I swore all our friends and the sorority girls drooled over him.

I supposed that some would even try to flirt with him later, but I didn’t care. Nope. Not one bit because  Logan, my lovely boyfriend, had heard of the party and decided to show up.

I was a tad grateful Victor and his brother had not shown up because that would have been a showdown for the books.

      I dried myself off with a beach towel and tossed it next to Logan, who was on his phone. He had barely given me the time of day today since he arrived; he had jumped in Mr. Johnny’s pool once to play with some of the guys that Amanda had invited.

      Mr. Johnny was on the other side of the pool, lying on his back, beads of sweat rolling down his abdomen. I gazed over at him for a moment, wondering if he was staring at me through his dark sunglasses, then looked back to Amanda.

      “I’m going to get something to drink,” I said. “I’ll be back.” She gave me the knowing eye, thinking I was about to drown myself in alcohol like I said last time, but did not move to stop me. She was surrounded by so many people, I did not blame her.

  Besides, I was damn thirsty. Wine. I needed more wine. I needed it to think clearly because all I could think about was him, even when my boyfriend was right next to me.

I snuck Mr. Johnny one more quick glance and walked into the house through the back door.

My pussy was warm, and I had the urge to take Logan to the bathroom just to feel kind of good.

It wouldn’t be as good as Mr. Johnny, but then again, nothing would ever be that good. I popped the cork on a bottle of white wine by myself in the upstairs kitchen and poured myself a glass.

      Mr. Johnny walked into the kitchen, grabbed a glass from inside one of the cupboards next to me, and took the bottle from my hand. “Didn’t expect to see Logan here today, Kiara.”

He put the cork back into the bottle and grabbed his glass, his fingers paling.

“I didn’t expect to see you, Mr. Johnny.”

He tilted his head, his sharp, piercing eyes cutting right through me. “Yes, you did.” He curled one finger under my bikini string and tugged softly. “That’s why you wore this tiny little bikini today.”

When he released the string, it hit my chest softly, and my tits bounced with it. He eyed them for a long moment.

“Is that why you followed me upstairs?” I asked, arching a brow and walking toward the living room.

     

The living room had a large glass door that led out to a large, stairless deck that overlooked the pool. From here, I could see everyone, from Logan to Amanda, to all the other guys she had invited over to have a good time.

“Oh, Kiara.” He shook his head and gazed out the window next to me. “That’s why you came up here, isn’t it?” He placed his full lips on his glass, and all I could remember were those same lips on my clit, eating me until my legs were trembling around him.

“You wanted me to follow you up here because Logan is utterly useless when it comes to pleasing you.”

“He’s not useless,” I said, clenching my jaw and looking away.

Logan was lying out by the pool, still texting on his phone, completely oblivious to me being gone. Okay, he was useless. Completely, utterly useless.

 “How many times has he made you come since the other night?”

 I placed my glass on a side table and crossed my arms over my chest. “The other night that you are referring to was over a week ago.”

And, yes, I had been thinking about him every time I finished myself off after Logan and I had sex. It was beyond wrong, but … I couldn’t help myself.

“So, he hasn’t at all.” He took another sip of his wine and nodded his head, his muscles rippling. “Didn’t expect a big performance from him.”

I turned around on my heel, looking directly at him for the first time since we had made it upstairs, and clenched my jaw. God, how the fuck was his body so nice? He was Amanda’s father, for fuc'k’s sake; he shouldn’t look like... Fu'ck.

      He smirked down at me and nodded to the window. I turned back, gazing outside at Logan, and felt his body heat so much closer to mine.

“Maybe …” His fingers grazed against my hip. “Maybe I should show Logan how to please you.”

“No,” I said, trying to keep my breathing steady. “We can’t do it again.”

“It wouldn’t take long to get you screaming.”

“Mr. Johnny, we can’t.”

He tugged on my bottom bikini string. The string came undone, and my tits bounced out of it. “Oops.”

I grabbed the string, desperate to tie it before anyone saw. “Oops? Oops? That’s all you have to say?”

Mr. Johnny undid the top string and let my top fall completely down. He stepped closer to me. “Why don’t you just take the top off, Kiara?”

He took the bottom string from my hand and tugged on that one again, undoing everything I just did to keep myself covered. “You look better without it.”

      In one swoop, he tore the bikini top off of me and tossed it to the side. Then, he pushed my body against the glass door, making me press my breasts into it.

“Kiara, on display for all of her friends to see.” He smirked against my neck. “Too bad it’s still daylight. Your boyfriend can’t actually see into the window and learn what a good time really looks like.”

“Mr. Johnny … they can still …” I closed my eyes when he plunged his fingers into my bikini bottoms.

“They can still what?”

 “Still … see …” I said quietly.

He brushed his nose against my ear, fingers still moving in quick, rough circles. “They won’t be able to see you, Kiara, but that doesn’t mean they won’t be able to hear every time I make you scream.”

He cupped my chin in his hand and roughly brushed his thumb over my bottom lip.

I didn’t believe it. I didn’t believe it one bit. They would see me, and they would hear me.

 Standing naked in front of a glass door, staring down at all of my friends and boyfriend, being fucked hard by Mr. Johnny. God, it was fucking wrong, but I hadn’t stopped thinking about last time.