The Girls Just Want to Have Fun at the birthday pool party

[Sleepy Slobber]

PART 1

Michael stared at the invitation in his trembling hands. It was for Anna's birthday party. His heart fluttered at the sight of her name scribbled in glittering ink. She was the prettiest girl in school, and the fact that she had invited him was nothing short of a miracle.

Anna was an angelic petite blonde with a doll-like face, captivating light green eyes, and a sweet smile, dreamed of becoming a professional ballerina. Her grace and dedication were undeniable. Her online presence had taken on a life of its own, tens of thousands of Instagram followers, many of them older men fetishizing her virginal image.

He had nurtured a secret crush on Anna for years, but his shyness had kept him from ever acting on it. He'd watched her from the sidelines as she enjoyed the company of her friends at recess, sharing secrets and engaging in playful banter. Now, he had a chance to be a part of her world.

Michael's skin was pale and smooth, almost translucent from countless hours spent indoors playing video games. His hair was a mop of chocolate brown messy soft curls that always looked like he'd just rolled out of bed, and his eyes were the color of warm caramel. His cheekbones were sharp, giving his face a certain angular charm that the girls in his class found endearing. He had the kind of lean build that suggested a latent athleticism, one that hadn't quite had the chance to emerge yet.

Next to her, he always felt like a shadow, a quiet spirit lost in the whirlwind of pre-teen years. Now, he had a chance to show her, and maybe even himself, that he wasn't just a dweeb. He could be fun, cool, maybe even... popular.

His nerves surged, a storm brewing within as he meticulously selected his best shirt and jeans, striving for an air of casual cool, while his mind raced with a whirlwind of possibilities. Would he muster the courage to speak to her? Would she dismiss him with a laugh? The questions swirled, a tornado of anxiety and exhilaration.

He pedaled his bike down the tree-lined street. His heart fluttered in his chest as he approached the house with the balloons and streamers. He had rehearsed his greeting a hundred times in his head, trying to make it sound effortlessly and chill. His nerves surged, a storm brewing within as he took a deep breath and pushed the gate open before he finally stepped into the unfamiliar territory of the backyard.

The party was in full swing when he arrived, the sound of giggling and joyful chatter filling the air. He looked around and realized, to his surprise and mild panic, that he was the only boy invited. All the other guests were his female classmates and Mrs. Swinerton, Anna's mother, who had a certain reputation among the boys for her overly friendly demeanor, especially when she had a few too many drinks.

The backyard was a sparkling oasis, with a sports pool that glittered under the warm sun. Anna, in a pink bikini, looked like a fairy as she played pool volleyball with her friends. Their laughter was infectious, and Michael felt a rush of excitement and nervousness.

As soon as the girls noticed him, a wave of giggles rippled through them. They pointed and whispered, their eyes sparkling with mischief. Anna looked over, her cheeks flushing slightly when she saw him. She waved enthusiastically, and the other girls giggled even more, whispering among themselves. Michael felt his cheeks redden as he realized he was the subject of their amusement. He looked down at his clothes, suddenly feeling overdressed and awkward amidst the sea of swimsuits and bare skin.

Mrs. Swinerton, dressed in a skimpy bikini that barely contained her ample assets, spotted him and waved him over with a smile that was both welcoming and slightly predatory. She was sipping on a cocktail, and Michael could smell the potent aroma of alcohol. He blushed as he approached her, the reality of the situation setting in. He hadn't been told this was a pool party, and his lack of swimwear was embarrassingly obvious.

She greeted him with a warm smile, her eyes a bit glazed, holding a drink in her hand. "You must be Michael," she slurred slightly. "Anna's told me you would be coming."

"Thank you for having me," He murmured shyly, looking around the yard. It was filled with giggling schoolgirls, all of them in bikinis. He felt unbearably hot, and his heart raced. Why hadn't anyone told him it was a pool party? He felt ridiculously overdressed in his jeans and t-shirt.
"Oh, you poor thing. No bathing suit?" She asked, her voice syrupy with innuendo. "Don't worry, I've got an extra one of my husband's. It might be a little big, but I'm sure it'll work."

"Thanks, Mrs. Swinerton," He mumbled, his voice barely audible. "I didn't know it was a pool party."

Mrs. Swinerton led Michael to her bedroom, the walls adorned with framed photos of her and Anna. He couldn't help but feel like a moth drawn to a flame, his cheeks burning with both embarrassment and a strange excitement. The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn to keep the harsh sun at bay. She rummaged through a drawer and pulled out a pair of baggy trunks, tossing them to him with a knowing smirk.

"You can change here," she said, her eyes lingering on him as she took a sip from her drink. "Take your time."

He swallowed hard and nodded, hoping she'd leave. But she didn't. Instead, she sat on a couch, her gaze never leaving him. Her smile grew wider, her eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief. Michael felt his heart race as he clutched the trunks to his chest. He didn't want to disappoint Mrs. Swinerton, but the thought of her watching him change was mortifying.

"I-I'd need some privacy, please," he managed to croak out, feeling his face burn with embarrassment. The room was stifling, the air thick with anticipation.

"Oh, you're shy," she said, her voice dripping with a mixture of amusement and something else, something more... insidious. She took a long sip of her drink, letting the flavors linger, before adjusting herself to a more comfortable posture. "But it's not a big deal, Michael," she assured him, her eyes twinkling. "You're just a kid, and I'm an old married woman." She waved a hand dismissively. "It's just us here. Nothing to be shy about."

The room felt smaller with her words, the pressure tightening like a noose around his neck. Michael glanced at the door, his mind racing. He knew he couldn't refuse her without causing a scene, and the last thing he wanted was to ruin the party. He took a deep breath and turned his back to her, fumbling with his clothes.

With trembling hands, he pulled his shirt over his head. The fabric whispered against his skin, and he heard a faint gasp from behind him. He couldn't resist the urge to peek over his shoulder. Mrs. Swinerton's eyes were wide, a glint of hunger in her gaze. She leaned forward on the couch, her chest heaving slightly with each breath, and her eyes followed the path of his shirt as it fell to the floor as her tongue darted out to wet her lips. The air thickened with tension, and Michael felt his cheeks burn with a blush that threatened to engulf him.

He resigned to keep going, knowing that if he didn't change now she would tell Anna and the girls that he was a coward, the teasing and whispers would follow him through the school halls for years. He unbuckled his belt, his eyes on the floor, and slowly unzipped his pants. His mind was racing, trying to convince himself that this was normal, that Mrs. Swinerton didn't see him as anything but a kid. But the way she was staring, the way her breathing had hitched, suggested something else.

As he began to pull down his trousers, his cheeks aflame, he heard the sound of her breathing quicken. He closed his eyes tight, focusing on the task at hand. His underwear, tighty whities, were suddenly the most embarrassing thing he'd ever worn. He felt exposed, vulnerable. He could almost feel her eyes devouring the sight of him, her smile growing wider with each inch of bare skin revealed.

Mrs. Swinerton leaned forward, her eyes never leaving his body. The anticipation was palpable, thick as the hum of summer cicadas outside. She licked her lips, enjoying the delicious moment of power she held over him. Her own heart raced, her thoughts veering down a dark path she hadn't allowed herself to entertain in a very long time.

Michael took a deep breath and braced himself, his fingers trembling as they gripped the waistband of his underwear. He could feel the heat of her gaze as if her eyes were physical hands, caressing his skin, urging him to expose himself completely. He felt a bead of sweat trickle down his spine as he braced himself for the inevitable. He didn't dare look at Mrs. Swinerton; he couldn't bear to see the hunger in her eyes again, but he knew what was expected of him, he knew that the only way to maintain the shaky facade of normalcy was to continue.

Michael slowly lowered his underpants, his back to her, she took in the sight of his pale, boyish skin. Each inch revealed was a silent confession of his innocence, a tantalizing striptease that she wasn't supposed to enjoy but was savoring all the same. She watched the way his muscles tensed, the goosebumps that formed, and the way his legs slightly trembled.

As the fabric slid down to expose his buttocks, Mrs. Swinerton couldn't help but let out a quiet, admiring whistle. "My, my," she murmured to herself, her eyes feasting on the soft, round mounds of flesh. He was young, untouched by the harshness of the world, and she found that incredibly alluring. She took a sip of her drink, the cool liquid doing nothing to quench the thirst that he had ignited within her.

Her breath hitched as he bent and lifted his leg to enter the trunks, and for a brief, glorious moment, she caught sight of what lay beneath. His testicles, small but defined, peeked out from between his thighs, followed by the base of his penis. It was a thrilling glimpse, a forbidden temptation, she felt a sudden surge of heat that had nothing to do with the sun outside. She took another sip of her drink to calm herself after he managed to pull the trunks up and cover himself again.

Mrs. Swinerton cleared her throat, trying to disguise the lust in her voice. "There you go," she said, her smile strained. "You look like you're ready to join the fun."

"Thanks, Mrs. Swinerton," he murmured, his eyes darting to the floor. The trunks hung precariously low on Michael's hips, they had no drawstring, just a flimsy band of elastic struggling to hold the fabric in place, threatening to fall off at any moment. He tugged them up self-consciously, his cheeks flaming red as he turned to face her.

With a nod, she shooed him out of the room, her eyes lingering on him as he scurried out. Once he left her bedroom, she couldn't resist. She picked up his crumpled underwear, holding them to her nose and inhaling deeply. The faint scent of his innocence was intoxicating. It was a heady mix of boyish sweat and the sweetness of youth, and it sent a shiver down her spine. She hadn't felt this alive in years.

Michael took a deep breath, trying to compose himself as he walked towards the pool. The girls outside watched with eager anticipation as he emerged from the house, the oversized trunks barely hanging on his hips. Anna's eyes sparkled with excitement as she saw him. She whispered something to her friends, and they all turned to look at him with mischievous smiles. The girls knew that the fun was about to begin.

[Jeepman89]

Fantastic start to this story, Sleepy Slobber! I can't wait to see what happens at the pool party with all those girls in bikinis and Michael wearing that oversized bathing suit. This should be good.

[TeenFan]

Very well written.
This is one of the better descriptions of a pervy momma. I have a feeling Anna will be just like her mother, just without the glass of booze
in her hand.

Are we going to get a more specific description of Michael, other than "Early Teenager"?
If you want to hide the boy bits size for the beginning, telling us height and athletic ability won't give that away. Is he considered to be
cute and good looking, or is he an ugly duckling being set up?

Great start. Can't wait to find out how long those shorts stay on.

[Sleepy Slobber]

Are we going to get a more specific description of Michael, other than "Early Teenager"?

I was planning to include a description but i forgot. I will edit something into the first part. He is skinny with a pretty face, the girls definitely find him cute. As for the ages, they are 5th grade so most of the girls are already into puberty while he is just beginning it.

[TeenFan]

I was planning to include a description but i forgot. I will edit something into the first part. He is skinny with a pretty face, the girls definitely find him cute. As for the ages, they are 5th grade so most of the girls are already into puberty while he is just beginning it.

Is this in the American school system?

The typical 8th grader is 13-14 years old, what I'd call early teenager.
5th graders would be age 10-11, very much still pre-teen.

Of course in Europe the systems can be different. Sorry to be picky, just trying to get the visual of the main character clear in my mind.

[Sleepy Slobber]

Is this in the American school system?

The typical 8th grader is 13-14 years old, what I'd call early teenager.
5th graders would be age 10-11, very much still pre-teen.

Of course in Europe the systems can be different. Sorry to be picky, just trying to get the visual of the main character clear in my mind.

You're correct. I'll edit to replace 'early teen' with 'pre-teen.' The story takes place during the summer between 5th and 6th grade, so the characters will be around 11 years old.

[Trundle]

Fantastic first chapter, really promising.

Love the scenario, one nice innocent boy trapped with a load of mischievous girls and one tipsy housewife. Can't wait for the next update

[NudeBaG]

Fuck!
I love this!

[Sleepy Slobber]

PART 2

As he approached the pool, They whispered and giggled, their eyes raking over his body, and Michael felt his cheeks burn even hotter under their scrutiny. They sized him up, building anticipation on the precarious situation of his swim trunks. The tension grew as the realization set in that any sudden move could leave him exposed. His face was a crimson mask of embarrassment, but he forced himself to keep walking, hoping that maybe they hadn't noticed. But of course, they had. It was like stepping into a pool of sharks and he was a piece of meat.

"Welcome to the party, Michael," Anna called out, her voice soft and gentle. "We were just about to start a new game of pool volleyball. Want to team up with me?"

The girls on the other team exchanged knowing looks. "Oh, I bet he won't be very good," one of them quipped, her voice laced with a sugary tone that didn't quite hide the challenge. The others giggled, their eyes sparkling with mischief as they watched Michael's face turn an even deeper shade of red. He felt his manliness being questioned, the very essence of what it meant to be a boy in their eyes, and he knew he couldn't back down. Not now, not in front of Anna.

With a deep breath, Michael straightened his shoulders, his eyes meeting Anna's. "I've got this," he said with a grin, trying to sound more confident than he felt. "We'll win for sure."

The girls on the opposing team looked at each other, their smiles turning into smirks. "Oh, so you think you're all that?" One of them said, tossing her hair over her shoulder, a girl named Nancy wearing a small bikini top barely containing her burgeoning breasts. "How about we make it interesting?"
Michael's heart raced. What kind of bet were they proposing? He felt a sudden jolt of excitement. Maybe this was his chance to prove himself, to show Anna that he wasn't just a shy nerd, but a cool, confident boy who could handle anything thrown his way.

The girls whispered among themselves, their eyes sparkling with mischief. Michael felt a sinking feeling in his stomach as they surrounded him, grinning like a pack of hyenas that had just found a wounded gazelle.

Nancy was a top student adored by her teachers, possessed long, lustrous black hair and a softly rounded figure. She cultivated a prim and proper image, carefully maintaining a impeccable reputation. Self-conscious about her braces, she rarely smiled, further reinforcing her reserved persona. Michael was stunned by her current behavior, he had never witnessed this side of her before.

"How about this?" Nancy sauntered over to him, her hips swaying with a deliberate allure that made him even more nervous. "You and I play a game of one-on-one. If you win, you get to choose a kiss from any of us." This was his chance to not only prove himself to Anna but to also claim a victory kiss from her. "But if you lose..." she let the words hang in the air, a delicious pause that made his heart thunder in his chest, "You'll pose as our captive for a photo."

The girls' eyes grew wide at the suggestion, and their giggles turned to squeals of excitement. The possibility of seeing the cute boy stripped of his usual armor of shyness and made into their plaything was too delicious to resist.

Anna's cheeks flushed a deeper pink, and she looked away, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. Michael felt a rush of adrenaline. He'd do anything for a kiss from her, even if it meant risking making a fool of himself in front of her friends. He nodded eagerly. "You're on," he said, trying to sound nonchalant.

The moment he stepped into the pool he realized the precariousness of his situation, the water was sagging down the trunks and he had to clench them to keep them from sliding down completely, this meant that every move he made, every jump, every dive, was a potential disaster waiting to happen.

The game began, and the girls watched with glee as Michael tried to play volleyball while simultaneously trying to keep his dignity. Every time he had to use both his hands to play the ball, his trunks would slip down, revealing the top of his butt crack, and the girls would burst into giggles. He could feel their eyes on him, and it only made him more nervous.

Nancy was a skilled player, her eyes never leaving Michael's face as she spiked the ball with a viciousness that belied her sweet demeanor. Each point she scored was met with a crescendo of taunts and cheers from the other girls. They watched with glee as Michael's face grew redder and redder, his eyes darting around, trying to figure out how he could possibly win this game.

And then it happened. With a swift motion to block the volleyball, Michael's trunks slipped down even further, revealing the full moon of his buttocks to the shrieking audience. The girls' eyes went wide, their jaws dropping open in a collective gasp of excitement.

"Wow! Did you guys see that? I can see his butt!", one of them squealed, covering her mouth with her hand.This was the moment they had been waiting for, the moment they had hoped for, the moment that would be a treasure trove of gossip and giggles that would fuel their chats for months to come.

The other girls giggled hysterically, pointing and whispering to each other. Michael's face was a picture of horror, his eyes wide with embarrassment as he scurried to pull the trunks back into place. He felt their eyes on his backside, the weight of their stares burning into his skin. He had never felt so exposed, so utterly humiliated in his entire life. But the game must go on, and Michael was determined not to let this setback ruin his chances with Anna. He took a deep breath and turned to face his opponent, trying to ignore the snickers and the whispers.

They were enjoying his discomfort, feeding off of it like vultures at a carcass. The preteen girls whispered amongst themselves, their immature giggles a constant distraction. "Do you think we'll see his weenie?" one asked, her voice a nervous flutter. "I hope so," the other replied, her eyes glued to his groin, waiting for the moment when the elastic would fail and reveal his most private part to the world.

The match grew intense, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife. And then the moment the girls had been waiting for finally arrived. Michael made a jump to spike the ball. As he did so, the loose trunks gave way, and the root of his penis slipped out for a split second. Anna squealed in a mix of shock and excitement, her cheeks flushing with the thrill of the forbidden. Nancy, who was closest to him, couldn't help but let her eyes wander down, taking in the unexpected sight. The other girls' eyes followed, their giggles turning to shrieks of delight as they stared at the fleeting glimpse of his nakedness.

"Oh my God, I saw it!" someone shouted. The pool erupted in a cacophony of laughter and squeals as Michael's cheeks burned like a volcano. The taunts grew louder, more intense, and he knew that they had seen more than he ever wanted them to. His eyes darting around to gauge the reaction of the girls. He couldn't believe his humiliation was being witnessed by the girls from his school. He desperately yanked the trunks up, but it was too late. The image was burned into their adolescent brains, a moment of innocence lost in the glaring sun of Anna's backyard.

Mrs. Swinerton watched from the sidelines, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she took a long, slow sip of her drink. She had seen it all and she couldn't wait to see how much farther this would go. She knew the girls would be eager to see more, and she reveled in their blossoming lust. The way they whispered and giggled brought back memories of her own youth, of the excitement of discovering the opposite sex and the delicious thrill of the taboo.

As the game progressed, it became clear that Michael's lack of experience and his fear of exposure were hindering his performance. Despite his best efforts, Nancy was simply too good, her experience and cunning giving her an advantage that Michael couldn't hope to match.

Anna watched with a mix of amusement and growing excitement, her eyes never leaving Michael's waistline. Each time his trunks slipped, revealing more than he intended, her heart skipped a beat. She couldn't help but feel a little thrill at the thought of what would happen if he lost. The idea of seeing him subjugated as a 'captive' was something naughty, and it was definitely adding interest to the game. She giggled at the thought, her heart racing as she imagined what they could do with him. It was a thrill she hadn't felt before, a taste of power dynamics that she knew she would remember for a long time.

Finally, with a smug smirk, Nancy scored the winning point, her hand striking the ball with a sharp smack that Michael was too slow to block. It smacked against the water, sending droplets flying into the air. The girls erupted into laughter and applause, their eyes gleaming with excitement as they swarmed around him to tease him, Nancy strutted over with a triumphant look on her face. "Looks like I won," she said, her voice dripping with malice.

Michael felt his heart sink. He had lost, and now he would have to pay the price. The reality of the situation set in as the girls closed in, their laughter echoing in his ears. His face burned with embarrassment, his mind racing for a way out. But there was none. He was at their mercy, and they knew it.

[jdworks34]

Extremely promising!

Keep going!