Chapter 8
Linda grabbed four towels and the foursome went down the back stairs to the pool. The moon rode high in the night sky. Each of them carried a Bloody Mary to the pool's edge. Pete was the first one in, his muscular body arching off the one meter board and slicing into the water expertly. Cathy was up from the dexy, giddy from the vodka.
"Is it cold?" she asked.
"Warm as toast," Pete said, shaking his head as he pulled himself up onto the decking.
Randy dove in next, not nearly so handsomely as Pete, but athletically enough. Linda spread the towels out and sat in a deck chair to work on her drink. They looked like nymphs, Cathy thought, their naked bodies half shadowed, half reflective of the green waters in the pool.
"It really is warm, Cathy," Randy told her, after he had swum the length of the pool twice. "You ought to come in and see for yourself."
"Let's both go, Cathy," said Linda gaily. "We don't want to be the only party poopers, do we?"
Cathy nodded and moved to the edge of the pool. The two men watched her, Pete standing by the board, Randy holding on to the side ladder. She looked sheepish for a moment, then put a toe in.
"It is warm," she said, delighted.
"Then come on in," said Randy.
"Here I come," she said, diving off the side, hitting the water cleanly. Linda followed her a moment later.
The water was exhilarating, clearing Cathy's head almost instantly. She swam back and forth, exulting in the freedom her naked body gave her in the water. Pete dove off the board and swam alongside her.
"Have you ever done it under water?" he asked her.
"What?" she asked. "Are you kidding? It's impossible!"
Pete grinned. "The hell it is! How do you think whales and porpoises do it? They're mammals, the same as we are."
"I never thought of it, to tell you the truth."
"Well, maybe you ought to try it," Pete said, holding on to the side of the pool where they both had stopped to rest. "It's a whole new trip."
"I'm sure it is," said Cathy, marveling at his casual attitude toward sex. She was still in awe of all the things that had happened to her, sure that she had already achieved the ultimate in sexual satisfaction. Now, here was Pete unveiling still another way to have sex. Was there no end to the variations? She wondered, though, how it would be possible to make love in the water. She didn't see how it was possible. Her mind worked at it, but she could come up with no answer. She decided that she just didn't know that much about human anatomy. Certainly, she didn't know that much about human sexual behavior.
Linda swam up to Cathy a moment later and held on to the side of the pool next to her.
"Are you two planning something?" she asked.
"The same thing you're planning," Pete told her. "I'm trying to extol the virtues of underwater fucking to Cathy. She seems unconvinced."
"Oh, it's nice, I can assure you, Cathy," Linda said. "It's very primitive and exciting."
"I don't see how it's possible. Aren't you taking a chance on drowning?" Cathy asked.
Pete and Linda both laughed at once.
"That's part of what makes it exciting," Pete said. "You have to be pretty athletic."
"Well, I'm afraid I'm not very athletic," Cathy said.
At that moment, Linda reached down between Cathy's legs and began stroking her pussy. Cathy felt her hand, warm and supple, moving over the hairs turned silky by the water. There was an odd sensuality about the touch, an unreal feeling of vague pleasure. But she felt the compulsion to rub up against the other woman's hand, as she had done sometimes, unconsciously, against the edge of a desk or her dresser at home. It felt, she decided, like some times when she had toweled herself off after a shower and rubbed that spot more vigorously than she should have, letting the towel linger between her legs long after the pubic area had been dried.
"Does that feel good, Cathy?" Linda asked, her voice low and husky.
"Yes," said Cathy, "very good." A feeling of lassitude began to creep over her. The warm waters of the pool, the soothing balm of the night, and Linda's hand made her feel as helpless as after a hot bath. The dexy made her insides tingle, but her body felt relaxed, supple and pliant in the water.
Linda's finger poked past Cathy's pussy lips, up inside, making Cathy squirm with pleasure. She moved it around, thrusting it deeper. Cathy began bobbing up and down on it, rhythmically, forcing it in and out. Delighted, Linda brought Cathy close to her and began kissing her on the lips. Their tongues met and Cathy gave herself up to Linda's manual manipulation of her clitoris.
Seeing what was happening, Pete came up behind Cathy and put his arms around in front of her, holding on to her breasts. His genitals rubbed against her buttocks, up and down, a slow sensual motion that was pleasurable to Cathy.
Linda broke her hold on Cathy to allow Pete freer use of Cathy's body. Pete's cock gradually began to harden as he rubbed in between Cathy's wet buttocks. She was beginning to see how sex was possible in the water. She could imagine Pete entering her pussy from that position. The thought was thrilling to her.
"You're very sexy from every side," Pete told her.
"She's all yours, Pete," Linda said, withdrawing her finger from Cathy's fluid-gushing pussy.
Pete put his own finger where Linda's had been and drew Cathy's behind closer to his half-hard prick. He began to work at her cunt, priming it with his finger, tickling her clit so that she began to shake with climactic spasms. She felt his cock getting harder and harder, sliding up and down the crevice formed by the twin globes of her buttocks. Occasionally his organ would slip between her legs, striking the lower part of her vagina.
"Just let yourself float away from the side of the pool," Pete told her. "Let your butt rise in the water."
"Okay, Pete," she said, her breath coming hard as the excitement in her mounted. She was coming then and almost blinded with ecstasy. She wanted that cock of his inside her more than anything. She could almost feel its massive strength entering her. It was so close, so hard.
She let her body float upwards while she held on to the side of the pool. Pete's hands clutched her breasts tightly, sensuously. She jumped slightly when he pulled his finger out of her cunt, the withdrawal occurring right in the middle of an orgasm. His strong hands grasped her legs up close to her cunt, spreading them wide. She felt him glide between her legs, his belly bumping up against her buttocks.
"Grab my cock," he husked, "and put it in."
She took hold of his swollen organ and put the tip of it at the lower part of her slit just below her pussyhole.
"Push," she said.
He pushed and his cock slid home, curving upward through the moist sheath and into the steaming depths of her pussy. She sighed with pleasure as he filled her.
"See?" he said. "Nothing to it."
"It's heavenly, Pete."
He held her legs tightly and shoved his cock in and out of her cunt. The warm pool waters entered her, imparting a delicious thrill to the act. His belly rubbing against her buttocks brought her further pleasure, and his cocktip seemed to strike her clit with every sure stroke. Faster and faster he fucked her, the water around them churned to a white froth from the force of his exertions.
Linda and Randy watched the two, the excitement building between them.
"Well?" Linda asked. "Don't you think we ought to make out ourselves?"
"I thought you'd never ask," Randy grinned, swimming up to Linda. He took her in his arms while she grasped his cock underwater and began kneading it vigorously. They both gulped water before they settled down to a less strenuous pace, swimming to the shallow part of the pool where they could stand up while they happily indulged in sexual foreplay.
Cathy was totally oblivious of Linda and Randy. She was sloshing up and down in the water, swallowing up that enormous cock of Pete's that seemed to drive clear up into her belly, touching every nerve on its way. She literally cascaded with orgasms, her cunt an exploding fountain as he slammed in and out, up and down, with that hammerheaded cudgel of his. The angle was perfect for deep penetration. His grip on her legs assured them of never uncoupling even in their wildest thrashings—and the water was a pure foam at times.
"Oh, Pete, oh Pete, my Pete, you're driving it into me so good, man," Cathy screamed into the night. "I'm coming every second, Pete, and I can feel your cock going way up into me." The words finally blended into one long word that broke all the rules of grammar: "ohfuckPetemy god your cock up my cuntmyfuckingPetedon't-stop you fuckingbeautiful fuckingman oh cock ohcuntsweetPete!" She was hysterical with pleasure, floating there in a frothy sea like some swimming mammal, taking his huge cock from the rear, her buttocks splayed by his pounding belly, her cunt wide and grasping, white hot with the fires of the sexual assault, a million nerve ends screaming with agonized delight.
Pete was relentless, climbing atop her mounded derriere, forcing her down into the water only to have her bob up again as she slipped off, never losing contact with her pussy, never breaking the glorious connection.
Randy had Linda on the steps of the pool, underwater, slamming his cock in and out of her upthrust cunt with rapier-quick jabs. The water lapped at them. Linda was out of the water just above her genital area, leaning back as he swarmed over her.
Pete lasted longer than usual because of the effects of the pool water, but his last moments before climax were powerfully lived as his speed increased until his cock sang in her pussy like the needle in a sewing machine. Cathy's screams turned to moans and her body grew taut like a pulled wire with each smashing climax. They came simultaneously on one of the deep thrusts, Pete losing his sperm in a white cloud, like milk shot out of a cannon. Cathy's cunt twitched, trying to hold to him, but he fell from her, limp and spent, the contact broken, ultimately, by the water, as he released his grip on her legs and her body sank away from him like a stone.
Later, the foursome sat by the pool drinking straight scotches under the stars. Their talk was low and confidential, as though they all shared a common secret. Like conspirators they talked of the balmy breezeless night and watched the flickering light of the pool as though mesmerized. Wrapped in towels, they looked like athletes after a trying, but winning, game. Cathy was euphoric, but silent for the most part, content to watch the green pool waters slosh their strange images, a slowed-down strobe light changing the foams she saw every second. She felt caught in a timeless moment, the talk washing around her like a soothing balm. She was content, and more than a little high. She couldn't call herself drunk. She wasn't that. She was four feet off the ground, floating there as the stars ticked above, their movements not even discernible. Only the pool moved, like a tubful of mint jello, too warm to set up firmly.
"Shall we call it a night?" Randy said, finally. "I'm ready to hit the sack."
"Yeah, me too," Pete said.
"Aren't you going to stay, Pete?" Linda asked, her voice petulant.
"No, Linda. Not tonight. I've got an early golf date in the morning."
"Shit," said Linda, obviously disappointed.
"I'm sorry, hon," he said. "Business. I'll try to get over tomorrow afternoon."
"It won't be the same," said Linda.
He put his hand on hers affectionately.
"I know. I'm sorry."
The three got up and Cathy sat there, unsure of herself.
"Come on, Cath," Pete said. "Beddy-bye time."
"Oh, okay," she said, rising with an effort. She was unsteady on her feet. She had been all right as long as she had lain on the chaise lounge. Now, she felt the effects of the booze and the dexamil wearing off. Linda took her arm. The men walked up the stairs first, Linda leading Cathy gently in a zigzag pattern across the decking.
"Stay with me a few minutes before you go over to Randy's," Linda whispered to her. "I need to talk to someone."
"Sure," said Cathy, her voice slightly slurred.
Pete dressed quickly and kissed Linda and Cathy goodnight. He was gone and Linda told Randy that Cathy would be along shortly.
"We want to talk girl-talk first," she told Randy. He gave her a look, but graciously kissed her.
"See you after a while, Cathy," he said. "I'll have the bed warmed up for you. The door'll be open."
"Okay, Randy," Cathy said.
When he was gone, Linda helped her dress. "In. case someone sees you outside," she told her. "They might get the right idea."
They sat at the table where Linda had poured them both small glasses of B & B.
"What did you want to talk to me about, Linda?"
"Several things, I guess. Cathy, I know this has been a new experience for you. All of it. You were a virgin when you climbed on the plane in San Francisco and now you've compressed a child's growing-up time into a couple of days of sexual enlightenment."
"I guess I have at that," Cathy admitted, wondering what Linda was driving at.
"It probably won't make any sense until you're able to get off to one side and look at things. Right now you're high on good weed, booze and sex. You might have a letdown. If you do, just think of me as your friend."
"I will," Cathy promised.
"But, I guess the main thing I wanted to talk to you about was Pete. He likes you. I can tell."
"I like him too."
"I know you do. I just wanted to—well—I don't really know how to say this. It sounds catty almost any way I put it."
"I understand."
"Do you? Really, Cathy? I don't think so, but I'll try to come out with it, anyway. Pete will hurt you. Be careful. Don't get too wrapped up with him. You'll think he's in the palm of your hand and suddenly he's like smoke—gone! I've seen him break hearts before."
"Sounds like you've got a crush on him yourself, Linda."
Something like pain shaded Linda's eyes at that moment. She looked hard at Cathy, and Cathy winced to see the look on Linda's face.
"No, Cathy, you've got it wrong. I love Pete. He loves me. I'm telling you this for your own good. Be careful. Don't give all of yourself up to him. He'll be fine as long as you're cool. Once he sees you're hung up on him, well, he can't help himself. He's a heartbreaker."
"How do you know so much?" Cathy asked, suspiciously.
Linda looked at her a long moment before answering. The pain was there in her eyes.
"He's my brother," Linda said. "His full name is Peter Chester Barlow."