Chapter 28
Ana had this radiant beauty about her. The way she walked was so laid-back, it turned heads: her stride had the grace of a prancing horse, with her tits slightly perky, bouncing, and her hips swaying in this elegant rhythm, like she was owning every step with pride. Her shoulders swayed gently, as if she were strutting down a runway that only existed in her mind, always paired with a wide smile and eyes sparkling with joy. Young, fresh out of her teens, she already had the defined curves of a woman, but she still held onto that touch of innocence in her delicate features and mannerisms.
I wondered if, as she passed by, Ana had any clue about the effect she had on people. For me, it was no different; I wanted her just like everyone else. There was something about her, a mix of carefree vibes and a total lack of self-preservation.
One day, during a pool dip at home, she came up to my room, like she often did, to change clothes. She had no shame, stripping down naturally and wandering around naked, like no one was there. She complained about her shave; her skin, perfectly smooth and pale, was irritated and dotted with little bumps.
“Look at this, all red. It’s gonna show outside the bikini. Got any shorts?” she said, with her panties stuck at her knees, as she leaned forward a bit, pulling the skin aside and unwittingly inviting me in for a closer look.
When I saw the sight, I swallowed hard and tried to play off the shock. She knew I was into women and that this made me uneasy; there was no way she didn’t know, she wasn’t naive. Still, I leaned in to look, fighting to keep my brain in check and stop my hands from reaching out to what she was showing me.
If it weren’t for those little bumps from the botched shave, I’d say she was perfect. Her lips were plump, a uniform light brown, without a trace of hair. The skin covering her clit gave a subtle hint of its presence. As I looked, I couldn’t help imagining what it’d be like with her lips spread open, revealing her wet, glistening inside. It wasn’t the first time she’d, on purpose or not, exposed me to this view, but I knew I couldn’t let myself stare any longer.
“Silly goose, huh girl!” I teased, laughing and giving her a light, playful smack.
“Hey girl, don’t do that, it stings. Wanna pet the kitty? Just ask!” she shot back, her voice playful, but leaving something hanging in the air.
“That easy?” I asked, in disbelief, trying to make sense of the banter.
“Always has been, you’re the one who’s clueless, you know!” she fired back, with a mischievous grin.
I laughed, but inside I froze. The line between joking and something more serious felt so thin right then. Signals between women can get misread so easily, and I knew that. I took a deep breath, trying to stay in control, while every part of me wanted to move toward her, right there with her panties down, flirting hard. I know I’m a fool, go ahead and judge me, but the fear of making the wrong move held me back.
Dressed right for the swim, we headed down to join the rest of the crowd. There was a bathroom downstairs where she could’ve changed, but she picked coming up with me. That could mean something… or absolutely nothing. My head was a whirlwind of confusion, so I decided to just watch for signs from that straight girl.
Downstairs, the guys were manning the grill while the girls danced around the pool. The vibe was chill, full of laughs and fun. The water felt amazing, a real break from the heat. She didn’t stray from me. When I got in the pool, she came right to my side. Our playfulness felt like kid stuff, but there was more to it. Too much touching, too much closeness, that kept me on edge… and turned on. Her wet skin brushing mine, the constant contact, it all wrapped me in this silent tension I couldn’t ignore.
Our eyes met with growing intensity, making it clear what she wanted. At one point, in the middle of everyone, she wrapped her legs around me under the water, pulling our pussies close. Suddenly, her hands gave my tits a light squeeze. I laughed, nervous, trying to cover, and dove under a bit more, chasing some impossible privacy in that crowd.
Her fingers started circling my nipples, making my skin react right away, goosebumps everywhere. I let out an involuntary yelp and pushed her back, which set off a burst of giggles between us. People around looked over, amused, but clueless about what was really going down.
My desire was right on the surface, building between my legs and shooting up my spine, leaving me hypersensitive. The breeze and water felt heightened, every touch on my skin a tease. I thought about bolting to the bathroom to pull myself together, but with so many people in the house, that was a no-go. The tension was almost too much, and every minute next to her chipped away at my self-control.
When everyone peeled away from the pool to grab something, we finally had no eyes on us. I was leaning against one edge, arms propped up, yelling about what song should play next, when I felt her behind me again. I turned my head and flashed a sly smile, bracing for some tease. For a second, I thought she’d kiss me right there, but instead, she pressed her body against mine, hiding her next move. Her bold hand slid down my waist under the water, exploring with daring touches and strokes — from squeezes to light nail drags over my ass.
I tensed up instantly at the touch, nervous and on edge, scared someone might see.
“Relax, no one’s gonna see, play it cool!” she whispered, her voice low and steady.
“What are you gonna do, girl?” I asked, trying to hold it together with my breath already ragged.
“Just watch…” she replied, teasing me, which left me even more at her mercy.
A curious finger slipped along the edge of my bikini bottom, sliding slow, trying to reach spots the fabric was meant to hide. When it couldn’t get through, she gave me light pats, hinting I should spread my legs. I glanced around nervously, torn between curiosity and fear, but I gave in, parting my legs into an arch and leaning back a little, putting myself at her mercy. Without any fuss, she tugged the bottom aside, exposing my sensitive skin to the cold water. The temperature shock hit fast, the contrast between the chilly water and my body’s protected heat making me shiver. A chill ran up my spine, like the water had seeped into my soul, cooling me from the inside. The mix of sensations — the cold, the heat, the touch — left me dazed, ramping up the arousal throbbing through me.
Her nails glided softly, leaving light scratches that tormented my skin, teasing me until I lost it. I let out a weird note, almost a cut-off moan, something off-key and out of nowhere. The water, which had felt refreshing before, now amped up the discomfort and excitement, making the touch a bit rough but intoxicating.
She cupped my pussy in her palm, squeezing with deliberate firmness, almost possessive. Every move of hers chipped away at the composure I was clinging to, leaving me surrendered to the heat rising through every inch of me. It was impossible not to feel the power she had, steering the moment with a blend of gentleness and provocation.
“Whoa, don’t squirm so much, you lez!” Her voice was wicked, carried on her hot breath into my ear.
When I felt her hand slide deeper, my body hesitated, split between the urge to pull away and the need to give in. My pussy seemed to throb, and I prayed this wouldn’t spin out of control. Suddenly, I felt a second finger pushing for space to join the first. Behind, a cheeky thumb seemed to hunt for its own spot in the wrong place for me. A shiver hit my spine, and I tilted my head, trying to hide my face — I needed to keep the world from seeing my pleasure-struck expression and make my desire anonymous. The people around, who I should’ve been watching, felt irrelevant now. I counted her strong finger thrusts like lashes; I knew I was acting like a criminal there, and someone could spot my crime quick.
Tense, my pleasure got shoved aside and I went rigid — my body didn’t want her teasing touches anymore, my mind felt guilty. “God, what the hell is this straight girl doing to me?” A wave of discomfort washed over me. It was like a thin line between pleasure and unease was being crossed without warning, and that snapped me back to my boundaries. That’s when, before I could figure out what to do, she stopped. Her fingers, so confident and bold before, paused for a beat and slowly pulled away; she fixed my suit back in place and turned to face me, her eyes shining with a mix of curiosity and understanding. I could see it there, somehow — the same doubt I felt.
“You okay?” she asked, her voice softer now, without that wicked edge. She wasn’t pushing, wasn’t rushing for an answer. She just looked at me, giving me space to process.
I felt huge relief realizing she wasn’t about to keep going unless I was totally comfortable. That simple act of stopping, listening, and respecting was all I needed.
I took a deep breath and gave a weak smile, finally able to relax.
“I… think I just need a minute, you know?” She nodded, in no hurry to reply, her usual bright smile there but giving me room.
“What if I kiss you, right here, right now? In front of everybody!” It hit like thunder on a sunny day and caught me so off guard that I couldn’t react to the lips of that woman who became my girlfriend.