Chapter 28
Ana had this radiant beauty. Her easygoing walk turned heads: it had the grace of a prancing horse, with her breasts slightly perky, bouncing, and her hips swaying in an elegant rhythm, like she was strutting with pride in every step. Her shoulders swayed gently, as if she were on a runway that only existed in her mind, always paired with a big open 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 a touch of innocence in her delicate features and manners.
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 ways 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 walking around naked in the room, like no one was there. She complained about her shave; her skin, perfectly smooth and pale, was irritated and covered in little bumps.
"Look at this, all red. It's gonna show outside the bikini. You got shorts?" she said, with her panties stuck at her knees, as she leaned forward a bit, pulling the skin aside and inviting me, without realizing it, for a closer look.
When I saw the sight, I swallowed hard and tried to play off the surprise. She knew I liked women and that this made me uncomfortable; no way she didn't know, she wasn't naive. Still, I leaned in to look, fighting to control my brain and keep my hands from touching what she was showing me.
If it weren't for the 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 would be like with her lips parted, revealing her wet insides. 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.
"Dumbass, huh friend!" I teased, laughing and giving her a light, playful slap.
"Hey girl, don't do that, it stings. Wanna pet the kitty? Just ask!" she shot back, with a playful tone, but leaving something hanging in the air.
"That easy?" I asked, in disbelief, trying to figure out that back-and-forth teasing.
"It's always been, you're the silly one, you know!" she fired back, with a mischievous smile.
I laughed, but inside I froze. The line between joking and something more serious felt so thin right then. Signals between women can be so easily misread, and I knew that. I took a deep breath, trying to stay in control, while every fiber of me wanted to go for her, right there, panties down, giving me the green light. 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 signals 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 relief from the heat. She didn't stray from me. When I got in the pool, she came right to my side. Our play felt like the stuff kids do, 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 squeezed my breasts lightly. I laughed, nervous, trying to play it off, and dove a bit deeper, looking for some impossible privacy in that setting.
Her fingers started sliding in circles over 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 laughter between us. People around looked over, amused, but not getting what was really going on.
My desire was right on the surface, building between my legs and shooting up my spine, leaving me hypersensitive. The breeze and the water felt amplified, every touch on my skin a tease. I thought about bolting to the bathroom to pull myself together, but with so many people around, that wasn't gonna fly. The tension was almost unbearable, and every minute next to her chipped away at my self-control.
When everyone cleared out from the pool to grab something, we finally had no one watching. I was leaning on one of the edges, arms propped up, yelling something about what song should play next, when I felt her behind me again. I turned my head and gave a sly smile, already 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 caresses that went from squeezes to light nail drags over my ass.
I tensed up immediately at the touch, nervous and on edge, scared someone might see.
"Relax, no one's gonna see, play it cool!" she whispered, voice low and confident.
"What are you gonna do, girl?" I asked, trying to keep my cool with my breathing already ragged.
"Just watch..." she replied, teasing me, which left me even more at her mercy in that moment.
A curious finger slipped along the edge of my bikini bottom, sliding slow, trying to get to spots the suit was meant to hide. When it couldn't go further, 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 arc and leaning back a little, leaving myself open to her touches. Without any fuss, she pulled the bottom of my bikini aside, exposing my sensitive skin to the direct touch of the cold water. The temperature shock hit right away, and the contrast between the icy water and the heat of my body that had been protected until then made me shiver. A chill ran up my spine, like the water itself 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 pulsing through me even more.
Her nails started gliding softly, leaving light scratches that seemed to torment my skin, teasing me until I lost control. I let out a weird note, almost a cut-off moan, something incoherent and out of nowhere. The water, which had felt refreshing before, now amplified the discomfort and the 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 trying to hold onto, 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 too much, you dyke!" Her voice was sly, carried on her warm breath into my ear.
When I felt her hand slide deeper, my body hesitated, torn between the urge to pull away and the need to give in. My pussy seemed to throb, and I was praying this wouldn't turn into something uncontrollable. Suddenly, I felt a second finger asking for space to explore alongside the first. Behind, a bold thumb seemed to want its own spot in a place that felt all wrong to me. A shiver ran up 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 the strong thrusts of her fingers like lashes, knowing 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 hit me. It was like a thin line between pleasure and unease was being crossed without warning, and that snapped me back to my limits. That's when, before I could decide what to do, she stopped. Her fingers, so confident and bold before, paused for a moment and slowly pulled away; my suit got put back in place, and she turned to face me, 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 sly tease. She wasn't pushing, wasn't rushing for an answer. She just looked at me, giving me time to process.
I felt huge relief realizing she wasn't gonna 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, with her usual bright smile but giving me space.
"And if I kiss you, right here, right now? In front of everyone!" That hit like thunder on a sunny day and caught me so off guard I couldn't react to the touch of those lips from the woman who became my girlfriend.