Pool Scene Pitch Perfect Novels & Stories

"Yes, all legal procedures have been completed and notarized." After hanging up, the couple stared at each other in disbelief. Jolene paced back and forth anxiously. "What on earth is she thinking? She seemed so calm at the party last night." "This is too strange," David mumbled with a frown. "Kathleen has never been impulsive. For her to give everything to Yve... This isn't like her." Jolene hesitated. "Perhaps Bowen and Yve's engagement triggered this?" David shouted, "Call her now!"

she protested as the pains became even worse. “I'm afraid, that's the order ma’am” The hall suddenly erupted with applause and she turned to see the reason for the commotion. A smile spread across her face despite her pains. It was him. It was Alfred. His tuxedo looked amazing on him as always. He had insisted on dressing himself without her help so she hadn't seen in this suit. But he looked gorgeous, like the first time she had seen him in that grape farm in Italy. She walked to meet him but he waved her away.

Suddenly, a sharp pain stabbed through my waist. Claire had stuck a long, thin acupuncture needle into my side. I frantically escaped to a spot where the camera could clearly capture everything. I looked at Claire's crazed expression. Even though I was in pain, I could not help being elated because she was finally exposing herself. Late that night, after Claire fell asleep, I snuck into the stairwell and contacted Holly. "Holly, it's me." The woman on the other end responded coldly, sounding somewhat annoyed.

“I’ll go swimming at the hotel pool instead!” The Diamond Hotel Freedonia swimming pool was located on the rooftop. Freya quickly found her way and settled in one sun lounge, relaxing in her bikini. It was a weekend, so no one else was around apart from the hotel staff. “God, I need this,” she muttered, putting on her sunglasses and closing her eyes. Later, she heard the water splash. Freya opened her eyes to see who it was. A man with black hair, a tan, and a beautiful body was swimming gracefully in the pool. She pouted her lips, muttering, “Not bad.”

He left before I could say something. "You're on fire with the boys tonight. I don't know what it is but it really doesn't matter. I told you there was nothing to worry about," Jen reassured me again. She gave me a cup and then there was a crowd and then another cup. Next, a dance floor and sweat and hair everywhere. Then, I couldn't find Jen and ventured into at least half a million rooms until I finally found the bathroom. Another cup found its way to me and I found myself outside. A pool glistened under the moonlight and there were people around it cheering and people with drinks shouting for someone to jump. He canon-balled into the pool from a balcony and I couldn't help but cheer too.

His breathing started to quicken and I knew he was close too, his pace starting speeding up and just before I climaxed he sunk his teeth in the crook of my neck sending me over the edge as he found his release. I swear I blacked out for a second because the next thing I knew he was stepping in to the bath still holding firmly to me. I was greeted with hot water that soothed my now aching muscles. I looked up to see him smiling down at me. “I’ll never get tired of seeing you unravel under me.” Tye said, kissing my forehead. “I love you.” I whispered. “I love you too my beauty now let’s get cleaned up, I have a movie waiting for us.” Tye replied as he picked up the sponge and applied soap to i

A few hours later, Brad found Mattie in the backyard, sprawled in a lounger by the pool, an open bottle of Fat Tire Amber Ale resting on the table beside her chair. She held a worn deck of playing cards in her hands, the familiar blue-and-white pattern faded with time and use, and she shuffled them from one hand to the other. She paused, looked up when he approached, and then tapped the stack against her palm. She still wore jeans, but she'd lost the shoes and traded the UCLA sweatshirt for a worn T-shirt that said, Teachers Do It With CLASS! Madison lay at her feet, slowly twitching her tail in sedate contentment.

We pulled off our cover-up and tossed it onto the chair, the cool air kissing our skin as we dipped my toes in the water. “Finally,” I sighed, slipping in with a splash. Beside me, Leah grinned, djusting her sunglasses. “Target acquired,” she whispered, jerking her chin toward a group of guys tossing a volleyball at the far end of the pool. I didn’t even try to hide my smirk. One of them caught my eye right away, tall, tan, with a smile that could melt ones heart. I swam a little closer, just enough to drift into their orbit. It didn’t take long.

He wasn't paying attention to me because he was too busy unzipping my dress and I let him easily take off the black balloon sleeve pencil dress as I stood naked before him. "Do you not love me?" I asked him, closing my eyes as his hands found their way to my breasts like they always do. He didn't answer me, he simply massaged the small mounds of meat in his big angry palms, squeezing harder and harder. "Oden," I called him and his eyes looked down at mine as I looked up at him, "why have you not hit me?" He tilted his head, his eyes flashing with confusion as he brought his hand up to my face and he touched the side of my face I was most insecure about, "my perfect doll," he whispered. ~~~

“ Dear, you're the only one who's called my number in a very long time. It only made sense that you are the one who called that night. “He says, and I stare blankly at him. “ So? Can you help me? “I question, and he fixes his vision on something behind me. Like he's looking at a much taller person standing behind me. I look behind me in fear but find nothing there. I turn back to him and find him smiling. “So, you want to be beautiful. Mindlessly flawless. To stun all those who've looked down on you. “He says to me. Repeating the words I said to him that night, and I gulp before nodding. He stares closely at me, and questions, “How old are you? “ “ Eighteen. “I reply, and he heaves a sigh. “