Pool Scene Pitch Perfect Novels & Stories

And I don’t even have a pool. The End

” Josh ~”Fuck you are not serious. Becca ~”Yes I am going in naked.” Josh ~”Fuck Becca!” We both get into the pool and go to the very dark side. Josh ~”Becca.” Becca ~”Yes Josh” Josh ~”Can you stop doing this?” Becca ~”Do what?” Josh ~”Run away from me.” Becca ~”I am tired of running.”

With a pitcher of sweet tea and some glasses of ice, we were laying on a couple of reclining loungers, in our bikinis with our tops untied but still covering us. We wake to the sound of our back gate being unlatched. Fastening our tops on, we sit up and look to see who’s coming in my backyard. The long handle of the net and the clank of the buckets, and I see it’s the pool guy and look over to Kimber. He’s tall, dark and handsome and something inside of me says “I want him.” She says to me, “Do you want to go in until he’s done?” “Are you kidding me? Why didn’t you tell me your pool guy is a young hottie?”

I couldn’t concentrate all day. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw us in that gym. Felt his hands on me, his cock inside me, his voice calling me his dirty girl. By the time midnight came, I was already wet. I put on a bikini under my robe, grabbed a towel, and headed down to the pool. The hallway was empty. The whole building felt asleep. I punched in the code—1843—and the door clicked open. The pool area was dark except for the underwater lights, casting everything in a blue-green glow. Steam rose from the heated water. Floor-to-ceiling windows showed the city lights beyond. Cameron was already there, leaning against the far wall in just his swim trunks. When he saw me, he st

Two more screws and it was firmly reattached to the pool wall. Going to the shallow end of the pool, I peeked up over the ledge, where I could see the ladies were laying out, their legs pointed toward me, both open enough to give me a nice view. I could hear them talking. I sat down to work on the light, while listening. "You've been holding out on me," Jenna said teasingly. "How?" "You've got yourself a nice bit of eye candy, a hunky young pool boy. Is he full service?" "Shh! Behave yourself," Amy whispered.

I leave Fifi on the grass, adjust my dress a bit, and boom, I'm ready to continue the conversation. "Be careful, you can't let your guard down for a second, or you might risk drowning in the pool," he says with a touch of humor. He carries Fifi in his arms, "I wasn't following you, if that's what you're thinking. Your new pet just happened to come to me while I was sitting on one of the lounge chairs."

"When I started feeling sexy as hell. I want the outside to match the inside. All part of this new game of ours." He knew he still looked confused, his brows bunched up over his nose. "Are you planning on meeting someone tonight?" She winked at him. "Always be prepared. My new motto." He shook his head. "As I said the other night, I'll follow your lead." The Corner Pocket was a small pool place tucked back in the middle of a shopping plaza on the beach. With fifteen tables lined up in five rows of three, surrounded by tables and chairs, and an old oak bar set to the east of the building, the establishment was alive with eighties rock and loud conversation. Glasses clinking mingled with the c

I received a half-naked photo of someone in a bath sent by that rogue, with the caption: "Ms. Sinclair, my chest hurts. Can you help me check it out?" I couldn't help the small smirk tugging at my lips. Sebastian happened to turn his head and caught sight of it. His face darkened. "Who are you talking to that's making you smile like that? Let me see your phone." He was already marching over, ready to interrogate me. But before he could reach me, Roxanne leaned over the railing from the second floor and said playfully, "Mr. Chesson, I'm hungry. Why don't we go out to eat?"

I intend to be entirely professional about this, Simon,’ she told her boss, ‘believe me. ‘Good.’ At five-thirty, as the autumn dusk was gathering, Alex arrived at the penthouse and her jaw dropped at what she saw. The last time she’d visited the curtains had been closed on the side of the lounge that led to a pool deck. Now they were open and the pool sparkled with underwater lighting. Not only that, the deck had been screened from the cool night air and bore a startling resemblance to what could be a set of the musical South Pacific.

Sebastian asked. “It does look better,” Bernadette confirmed. “I want another run through of the script from the top with all the actions. I’ll review the footage after.” Edward sighed internally and stepped out of the frame of the camera so Sebastian could start his lines. He had to walk into frame when Sebastian got to that part where he was introduced as his marriage match. The hard part was making his random appearance look natural and not highly scripted. “This marriage match is different to the others that have come before it,” Sebastian said and Edward knew it was nearly time to step into frame. “My match is male. Whilst this is unconventional and unexpected, the marriage will be goin