So July 4th… A time for fireworks, barbeque, beer, and friends. I must say, I had a good time this weekend.
I went to my best friend Dustins house. There were several other people there, and after the later hours, we moved the party outside, because Dustin’s neice had to go to bed. No problem, so we just moved it to the porch. Shortly after, and a few drinks later, we decided to go swimming. At this point, several people had started to make their way home, so the party was down to me, Dustin, and a good friend of ours, Amber. So we went to the backyard, after changing into some better swimming attire.
The swim started off relatively innocently. The pool was set up in the middle of the fairly large backyard, where there were very few trees to block the view of the beautiful night sky. Infinite stars shone through the foggy curtain of smoke still lingering from hours of fireworks. We chatted, about the evening, about the people who had attended the party, as I began to notice Amber getting closer to Dustin. Soon, the conversation had somehow turned to sex, and some of the things we had done. Dustin, who had known about some of my previous encounters with both men AND women, was not shocked at all by some of my stories, from the night on the trampoline with a man who is now a very good friend of mine, to the party back in high school where I ended up fooling around with my best girl friend on a bed with about a dozen guys watching.
This caught Amber off guard. I had known that she was bisexual, so I was not shocked by her reaction, because I knew she would enjoy the stories. The conversation continued, more and more surprises floating up into the smokey atmosphere as I began to float closer to the two of them, who were already pretty close.
Pretty soon, I felt Ambers hand on mine as I told the story about my drunken session with my old friend in high school. She grabbed it lightly, toying with my fingers as I spoke. My words grew slower, and slightly deeper as her tickles moved up my arm. Only then did I notice Dustins face had grown still…
I looked at Amber, and the look on her face spelled out exactly what she was doing. I then noticed the surface of the water moving with Ambers arm, just as Dustin let out a low groan.
“Amber, what are you doing?” I asked, knowing full well what she was doing, and giving her a come-hither look.
“Why don’t you come find out?” she answered.
Those were the last words spoken for about an hour and a half…
I swam up to her, and slowly took her face in my hands, looking in her eyes for a brief moment before bringing my lips down to hers, brushing them over hers ever so softly. Once. Twice. Three times, I teased her lips, before I slipped my tongue inside her mouth to tease her tongue with mine.
She let out a soft moan as I continued to kiss her, my fingers teasing her neck as they slowly slid down her skin…
. . .If he stood in the center of the ring, he had the perfect view of her pussy: the tight tangerine fabric clinging to her crotch, the tiny bulge of labia, the occasional wet spot. He was alone, practicing his new act, when she walked in and climbed the ladder to the trapeze. She untied the trapeze, clasped the bar, swung out, and did a number of positions as she swung back and forth. He followed her motions, watching her closely. He held his breath a few times. He had never seen an aerialist practice without a partner. After she climbed down, she smiled at him as she passed by. He wanted to ask her questions. Where was she from? Why was she practicing alone? But all he could do was offer her the banana cream pie he had been spinning on his finger. She dipped her finger in the cream, smelled it, sucked it slowly. Then she disappeared behind the red velvet curtains.
