The Swimming Pool

[TeenFan]

The Swimming Pool
Story One: Just Say No
Part 1.


Luck is what happens when preparation meets opportunity.

I thought I was the luckiest guy in the world. When the hot girl, the one who was at the pool all by herself, came up beside me and she wanted to
know my name, my age including my exact date of birth, and if I worked out, I knew my hours of hard work had not been in vain. I had grown a lot
in the last year, sprung up several inches since I turned sixteen, and yes, I had done some working out. I'm not on a sports team. I'm not big enough
for the football team. I'm not muscled enough for the gymnastics team. I toned up my muscles so I wouldn't look thin and wimpy like when I was fifteen and none of the girls would look at me. I've been getting more looks lately, little glances out of the corner of girl's eyes as they talked to their friends. Sometimes a little smile and a hello. All that's great. I was getting noticed from time to time. Had no idea how to respond to it. I don't know how to talk to girls.

I was in the water at the apartment pool, by myself, standing in the corner. Just minding my own business as I watched other kids horse around in
the water. It's a big apartment complex and there are always different people hanging around the pool. A group of little ones, around nine to eleven years old splashed around in the shallow end. Several adults lay out on the deck chairs. I noticed the girl who looked a little out of place. She didn't have a swimsuit on. She has on shorts and a t-shirt. She has a nice set of boobs which got my attention when she moved from the semi-deep water to the shallow end to stand up. Wearing tight and short cutoff jeans and the t-shirt gave her a southern girl trailer trash look, but I was looking. I liked the look. I wasn't wearing a sporting goods store swimsuit either, just regular shorts with nothing else on underneath.

I told the girl my name is Danny, that I'm sixteen, and that I do work out. It's probably a dorky move, but I raised my right arm up and flexed my
bicep.

"Ooooh. I like a big muscle. Can I feel it?" the girl said.

I couldn't tell if she was truly impressed or being sarcastic. Wouldn't have made any difference. I was just happy for the attention. A girl at the
pool actually wanted to feel my muscles. How could I say no to that? Still flexing my bicep, I held my arm in place as she wraps her hands, both
hands around my arm. She gives my bicep a squeeze and then her right hand slides up my arm to my shoulder. Her next move caught me completely off guard. That right hand slipped down to my chest, and she gave my nipple a tweak with her thumb and forefinger. All my muscles
everywhere in my body tensed up and I felt my skin go all goosebumpy. I must have been blushing too. She looks at my face and she giggles.
I finally look her back in the face. She has amazing light brown eyes that match her brown hair. Her skin is slightly brown. I can't tell if light
brown is her natural color or if she has a tan. Either way she looks good. She smiles again, and I can see she needs braces. She doesn't need
braces badly, the top front teeth having a bit of a gap between them.

"I get nervous in the deep water. Come swim over there with me," the girl said.

"Okay" I replied, and I stepped away from the corner. I'm walking toward the deep end when the girl jumps on my back. She's not real heavy, but I
am caught by surprise again, nearly falling over. I give the girl a piggyback ride to where I'm stepping deeper and deeper and my head is nearing
the level of the surface and I'm wondering if she's going to let go of me. The water is now too deep for me to stand up and I'm going down.
Finally, she unwraps her legs from around my waist. I can start to swim now. She maintains a grip on my shoulders with her hands and I become
like a tugboat, towing her ship across the bay. "You could have drowned me there" I said, and the girl only laughs. Well, if I'm going to be drowned
by a girl at the apartment pool, I should know her name, right? "What is your name? I never saw you here before."

"Livia, that's my name. I've been to this pool several times before. You don't come here very often."

We get to the other side of the pool, and I grab hold of the side. Livia continues to hold onto me. She holds on with one hand on my left
shoulder as her right hand comes around and she starts rubbing on my stomach. "What are you doing?" I asked Livia, and all she does is laugh,
then she whispers in my ear.

"Do you have a big dick?"

I'm so shocked I don't know what to say. My face feels like it's blushing again, or maybe I'm feeling myself turn pale. "What?...I aaahhh..."
I have no idea what to say.

"Can I put my hand down your shorts?"

This girl, who I just met minutes ago, wants to reach her hand down my shorts. She wants to know how big my dick is. This is crazy. It's insane.
It's totally unexpected. There is only one way to respond to such a request. "Uhm...okay."

After all, how can boy say no?

[NudeBaG]

I like this

[nebnyc]

Great beginning! Looking forward to see what happens next.
Also, are you planning on more chapters of the Oscar story?

[nebnyc]

Sorry. Oscar story wasn’t yours, but liked that one too

[NudeBaG]

It’s Jeepman’s turn

[TeenFan]

The Swimming Pool:
Just Say No
Part 2.


I went to the apartment pool, just like I had done several times before. I mostly sat around and looked at the girls who happened to be there, looked without speaking to them. I never speak to anybody I don't know. I'm not brave enough. Too fucking shy. I feel like such an idiot when I
say something stupid to a girl and I can tell that inside she's laughing at me. Imagine my surprise as was standing in the corner and minding my
own business, when a girl I was checking out came over and said hi to me. I was thinking this is just the break I needed when she asked me
to swim over to the deep end with her. I was way over my head, literally and figuratively. I thought she was going to drown me for a moment. I knew I was in too deep when the girl, who is so hot and sultry, almost slutty looking in a nice sort of way, asked if she could slip her hand down my shorts. I don't even know her and she's after my cock. She asked if it was a big one.

Of course I said "YES" to her request. I didn't think, didn't take the time to think. How can a boy think when a beautiful teenage girl is trying to get
into your shorts? I didn't answer the question about how big my dick was. If she puts her hand down there she will find out soon enough.

I looked around the pool. Nobody in the pool is looking at us. Everyone is busy playing their own little games with each other. I turned back to
face the girl. I almost asked her what her name is again. I was having a hard time remembering what she told me. She told me just a minute ago what her name is. Then I remembered. Livia is her name. I was so glad I didn't have to look like an idiot by asking her to repeat her name. Livia, Livia, don't forget her name is Livia who has such pretty brown eyes, and she is smiling at me. A girl never smiled at me like this before.

A girl never touched me like this before either. Livia placed her hand down on my stomach. Her other hand holds her up, holding onto the side of
the pool wall. I remember shivering, like the water had suddenly gotten chilled from ice being dumped into it. Then suddenly everything got
warmer. Her hand is sliding down into my shorts, and I feel the heat just turned up a hundred degrees. I'm looking right into Livia's brown
eyes and I see them change. I'm so close to her I see her pupils dilate. Her smile broadens. Her fingers are down at my pubic hair. My dick must
be pointed somewhat downward. She hasn't found it yet. Livia is playing around with my pubes, her fingers rubbing up and down along the
hairline, rubbing up and down and I feel my dick going up. My dick gets stopped by my shorts. It grew outward faster than it moved upward and
it's pushing outward. The girl must have felt the increase in the gap below her hand as the front of my shorts got pushed toward her.

"Do you have a big dick?" Livia asked me again.

"Feel how big I am," I told her.

Now I don't know if I'm really that big. I'm big in my own mind. Is six and a half really big? Will that be enough to impress this girl? Will she grab
hold of it, grasp it firmly as she moves her hand up and down its length, then say "Ehh, I've had better." I'm afraid of what she will say.

I forget what I was thinking for a moment as I looked more closely at her t-shirt. Her yellow t-shirt reveals every line and strap of the bra on her breasts. With the wet t-shirt plastered so tightly over her bra, I can make out the raised area where her nipples must be. Those nipples must be large and pointy to push out so much when wearing a bra and a shirt in the pool.

Thoughts of bras, of breasts, of everything goes blank when Livia's hand reaches farther down to grab my dick. I don't recall if I said anything at
that moment. I do remember what Livia said.

"Oooohhh. That is a big one. Yes, a big fish in this little pond. I'm sure all those other boys would be jealous if they saw this hard throbbing stiff
cock."

I didn't know what to say. I couldn't think straight. All I could do right then is feel. And it felt great. Livia starts jerking on my dick, rubs it up
and down. My hand, my left hand finds its way to the bottom of her yellow t-shirt. It's loose, not tucked into her shorts, and I place my hand on
her belly. Her tummy feels warm. I move my hand up to the bottom edge of Livia's bra. Everything is feeling warm. I feel the heat radiating off her body. There must be tons of heat coming off of mine. I fully expect the water around us to start boiling, bubbling all around. Her hand tightens, gripping my shaft firmly. I can feel the blood pulsing through my veins down there, she's gripping me so tight. It was my turn to say "Oooohhh".

Suddenly she lets go of my dick. Her hand moves even farther down. Livia's fingers wrap themselves around my balls. I can feel each one being
sized up individually, squeezed gently and massaged, followed by the tips of her fingers sliding behind my sack. I laugh as her fingertips tickle an
area I don't think I ever thought about touching, not even when jerking off in bed. Sometimes I gripped my balls with one hand as I jerked my dick
with the other, but I never thought to tickle myself on the backside of my balls. What wonders I'm discovering.

I must have been saying too much out loud. I must have been moving my body in the wrong way. It must have been the expression of ecstasy on
my face. Maybe the girl's face too. Somehow, we drew too much attention. A woman kneels down on the side of the pool. She kneels down right
next to where Livia and I are hanging onto the sides, hanging on with one hand as our other hands are hanging on to something else, my hand just
above the water and under the girl's shirt while feeling her bra covered tits, Livia's hand under the water and down my shorts.

"You two having fun?"

I looked up. The woman is fully dressed. She must have been sitting in a chair nearby or lying down on one of the deck chairs. The woman is
around thirty and fairly good looking. I was expecting an angry look from the woman. Angry and scolding is what I expected, but the woman was
smiling. She looked friendly, but her words put a chill through me.

"Everyone can see what you guys are doing."

[NudeBaG]

Freaking fantastic

[TeenFan]

The Swimming Pool
Just Say No
Part 3.


"Everybody knows what you are doing," the woman said.

So there I was, a girl's hand wrapped around my balls, when a woman comes over to break up our not so secret hanky panky.
The woman kneels down and she said everyone at the pool knows what we are doing. I quickly look around. A few others in the pool are looking
my way. Some younger kids look at me and the girl with regular expressions on their faces. They are too young to put two and two together, too
young to know the sounds they heard from me are not the sounds of two people just playing around. Nothing to see here folks. A few of the older teens looking toward the corner have knowing smiles on their faces. I look at the pool deck. The other adults on the deck chairs appear to be
napping. Only one adult figured things out and came over to stop the shenanigans before things went too far.

The girl, the one with her hands around my nuts, is giggling. I'm not laughing. I'm kinda scared. Is this woman about to turn us in? Is she going to
order us out of the pool? Am I going to have to suffer the embarrassment of getting out of the pool, knowing my still hard dick is going to be showing, then have to endure the stares and smirks of the other kids as the two little lovebirds get perp walked over to the apartment's business center? Maybe I can talk my way out of this.

"I'm sorry. We'll stop. Not doing anything, really we're not."

"What are your names?" the woman asks.

"I'm Danny, and this is Livia. Umm, I just met her," I told the woman.

"I don't care what you two do, but you're drawing attention to yourselves," the woman says. "I have an idea. A proposal for you two. I'm going to
go back to my chair and sit down. Then you two can get out of the pool. You're not in trouble. I have a solution. You two, starting with you young
lady, will go over to Apartment Number 420. Building four. Number 420. A couple minutes later, this cute young man, Danny, will meet you at the
apartment. You will both wait there for me to arrive a minute or two later. Understood?...I see some confusion on your face. I'll repeat it..."

I was glad the woman was repeating herself. I was confused. It sounded like she wanted me and Livia to walk over to an apartment. Then the
woman will also show up at the apartment. Why? To what purpose? Livia beat me to the question.

"Why? What is your plan?" Livia asked.

"I offer you two sanctuary. You don't want to be seen out in the open do you? Is your hand still down his shorts?"

All Livia does is laugh. Her hand is still in my shorts. Her hand had gone from grasping my balls to wrapping her fingers around my dick again.

"Sure lady. We'll meet you there. Is it your apartment?" Livia asks.

"Yes it's my place. I'm going to sit down on my chair. Then you two take turns departing. Start off by walking away in different directions.
Don't arouse suspicion."

The only thing suspicious was a stranger asking a girl I don't know to meet up with me at an apartment. It all sounds too crazy. But when Livia leaned in and kissed me. Right on the mouth she kissed me. Then she flutters her eyes, and she smiles at me and I'll do anything to meet up
with her again.

The strange woman stands up, and she goes back to her chair.
Livia takes charge.

"Remember, wait a couple minutes, then go to number 420. I'll leave the pool and walk to the right. When you leave, you should walk to your
left. You got that, Danny?"

I told her I got it, that I'm good with the plan. Livia gets out of the pool. It's my first glimpse of her legs. She's taller than I thought she was.
Tall and slender. Her slender hips make her look younger. Her big boobs make her look older. Her face could be 13 years old. Or it could be 16 years old. I can't tell. Livia smiles down at me, and she takes off. I look over at the woman on the deck chair. I can tell she's paying attention,
but sort of looking the other way. I wait a couple minutes. I feel the moment of excitement fading away. My dick is shrinking back down. I'll wait
till it's all soft before I get out. A hard dick in these tight shorts would arouse some unwanted attention from the other kids in the pool area.

A couple minutes goes by. I climb out of the pool. I glance over one more time toward the stranger, then I walk over to the gate. Now
which way did Livia walk away when she stepped away from the pool? Let's see...oh yes...she walked off toward the right. I walk around the
first building on my left. Then head over for the rendezvous.

Building Four is on the other side of the complex. I was a little nervous going over there. The only thing I'm wearing is these shorts. I took no
shirt with me to the pool. No shoes either. A few minutes later I find building Four. Number 420 is on the second floor. I walk up the stairs and
enter the space that goes between four doors to different apartments. Standing in front of one of the doors is Livia. Everything looks normal, just
a girl standing in front of a door. But there is a pattern of water drops on the concrete under her. She's dripping wet. A good observer walking by would notice that. I step up to the wet girl.

"Hi. I guess we wait a few minutes. What do you think this is all about?"

"We'll know for sure when that woman gets here."

It doesn't take long for the woman to show up. Without a word she steps over, pulls her keys out of her pocket and opens the door. She doesn't say
a word, just points toward the inside. Livia immediately steps inside the apartment. I follow, but I do a quickie looksie around me. I don't see
anybody else. I don't see anybody looking this way, nobody peeking out another door. I step into the apartment. Quickly the woman follows. She closes and locks the door behind her.

"Step over to the door over there. Stand in that doorway, but don't go inside. I will fetch you guys a couple towels to dry off," and the woman
heads off down the hallway and she enters what I assume to be the bathroom.

The door we were asked to step over to is the door to the bedroom. "Wait just a minute," I said to Livia. "She wants us to go into her bedroom?"

Livia is looking at the bed. Then she turns to look up at me. "But we have to dry off first, obviously."

[NudeBaG]

Alright, I’m definitely intrigued

[TeenFan]

The Swimming Pool
Just Say No
Part 4.


My first thoughts are "I can't do this...No, it's too weird...OMG am I about to see this girl naked...this really can't be happening..."

These thoughts all ran through my head in a matter of seconds. Livia and I are standing in the doorway to a bedroom in a stranger's apartment,
dripping on the rug and I don't even know the girl I'm with. I know her name but that's all. I don't even know how old she is. I do know my dick
got very excited at her touch. Ever since then the little head has been leading the way. Actually, it's more like following directions. This is all
the woman's idea and Livia agreed to go along with it.

Looking into the bedroom again, I look around. The bedroom is sparsely furnished. There is a bed and a dresser and an upholstered chair. That's
it. No clutter of clothes on the floor, no posters or reproductions of paintings on the wall. No decoration of any kind. Did the woman just
move in?

"That's a big one," Livia says, and I look down at my shorts. Hmm, I'm not poking out. I'm not even hard at this point.

"That's a big bed, you silly boy," Livia says, and she laughs softly as she sticks her finger into the front of my shorts. She slides her finger back and
forth near the button of my shorts. I feel myself getting big again just inches below that finger. I look at the bed again. It is a big bed. It's a hell
of a lot bigger than my bed. It looks to be a size wider than my parents' bed.

"Is that a King size?" I ask.

The woman steps out of the bathroom. She comes over with two towels. "That is a King size bed. Plenty of room for playtime. Perhaps some
napping afterward." She hands a towel to me and the other to Livia.

My hair isn't very long. It only takes a few seconds of rubbing to make my head dry. I wrap the towel around my shorts and pat myself
all around.

"Slip those shorts off and I'll hang them up to dry."

I look up quickly. The woman is holding out her hand. She's expecting me to take off my shorts, the only thing I have on, and hand it over to her.
"I uhm...I don't have anything on underneath," I tell her. The woman just smiles and keeps holding her hand out. Livia, who was holding the
towel around her, drops the towel down and she holds it between her knees. Livia pulls off her yellow t-shirt. Her bra is white and lacey but not
see through. Her tits look big on her slender frame. Livia hands the yellow shirt over to the woman. Next, she puts the towel around the back
of her neck so she can slip off her cutoff jeans shorts. The underwear looks to be cotton with stripes that are red and white and they fit so
tight. Being wet, the cotton hugs the girl's skin, and I can see where her slit is.

Livia hands her shorts to the woman, then she wraps the towel around her waist. I'm thinking I'm going to be naked under the towel. Why am I
the only naked one but Livia is smiling, and she is holding her hand out as she says, "Take them off, Danny," and like a dutiful servant I slip my
shorts off under the towel and hand them over to the woman.

"Awesome. You two make yourselves comfortable. What would you like to drink?"

Comfortable? How am I supposed to get comfortable? All I have on is a towel and after looking down I can see my bulge is showing. What sort
of a drink pairs with big bulges in a towel? An adult beverage served from a Beach Bar would be appropriate for this situation, if this was a beach
instead of the doorway to an apartment bedroom. Livia makes my decision for me. "We'll both have a soda if you have it," she says, and then
Livia grabs my arm, and she pulls me into the bedroom.

Moments later I find myself on the bed. Not sitting on the bed, I'm already lying down with my upper body propped up by the pillows. Livia
wasted no time in putting her hands on me again. "I like your muscles, Danny" she says. I don't recall getting tingly when she put her hands on
me in the pool. My dick got hard and my breathing became rapid and my muscles tensed up, but tingles? Not then, but I'm getting them now.
Livia's hand just slid down my chest and she's rubbing my leg, her hand sliding up to my bulge and she's massaging the bulge tucked under the folds
of the towel. Livia massages and I'm getting tingly all over.

I feel my dick wanting to push its way out. First the tingling went up and down my body, then I feel the throbbing like the beat of a drum and the
drum is down between my legs. I reach over and place my hand on Livia's stomach. I feel the heat machine ramping up again in her body. I'd
be able to hear the beating of her heart if mine wasn't pounding so loudly. I reach up and grab hold the front of the bra and I start fumbling with
it. I have no idea how to take a bra off. The latch must be back there somewhere. I found the secret to unlocking the bra and unsnapping is a cinch. I pull the bra away. For a moment I just look at them. Two perfect tits. They aren't big and jiggly like most grown up breasts are. They
aren't small and firm like a thirteen year old's probably are. Never had my hands on the tits of a thirteen year old, but I sure was looking at them.
These two titties feel just right in my hand and I didn't notice the woman had come back into the room...I had forgotten about the woman who
owned the apartment.

The woman is standing right by the bed. She has two cans of soda, one in each hand. My hand is wrapped around one of Livia's tits.

"Who wants Coke and who wants a Dr. Pepper?"

I just freeze. I feel like a bandit with his hand caught in the jewelry box on the dresser of some rich old lady's bedroom. I freeze. I don't know
what to do or say. A grown woman is looking on as I have my hand on a teenage girl's breast and the woman only asks, "Do you want a coke?"

Livia giggles. She sits up on the bed and she grabs the can of Coke. I guess that means I get the Dr. Pepper. Amazingly, Livia doesn't seem to be
embarrassed by the sudden appearance of the woman. Well, we were expecting her, but I forgot the existence of anything other than Livia's
mostly naked body next to me. I grab the other can of soda.

"Thank you, uh miss."

"Call me Miss Smith. You two are such an adorable couple. How long have you known each other?"

"We just met at the pool today," Livia says.

"How lovely. Well, you two drink up. Just put the cans down on the floor. Sorry, there isn't a nightstand or much else in the room."

I drink up my can of Dr. Pepper real fast. I was surprised how thirsty I was. I lean across Livia's body to place the can down on the floor, as instructed. Leaning across her like that, I get a real close look at Livia's tits. My chest went down on her stomach as I reached down to put the
can on the floor. Coming back up is when I noticed Miss Smith is sitting in the chair in the room. Miss Smith sits there, watching.

Miss Smith must see the look of confusion on my face. She sits up in the chair.

"There's one more thing I must tell you two. I have provided a safe place for you to do whatever it is you want to do. I'll provide the drinks and
perhaps even dinner. You can use my shower to wash off afterwards, or you can use the shower together. All these things I happily provide for
you. There is one thing I ask in return. Whatever you two do...I get to watch."