At Sarah’s house (Part 10)

We swam around for a good while, even raced like three times. I held my own here, incredibly enough. Far better than at table tennis. Maybe because I already knew how to swim and my body growing stronger just improved that? Hell if I know. Regardless, Sarah still won all three races. She has a pool in her house. What did you expect?

“Maybe I should challenge you to play fighting games with me,” I told her. We both moved to the edge of the pool, where it was less deep and so I could stand with both feet on the floor. “See how it feels to play with the deck stacked against you.”

“All I’m hearing is a sore loser,” she laughed. She swam to me and got her arms around my neck. Her body pressed against mine, boobs on my chest. She felt even warmer than the water. Of course, I hugged her back. “Alright, we’ll play your games next time.”

I started to regret my challenge. “...It’s fine. You probably won’t like them.”

“Key word being ‘probably’. How do you know I won’t end up kicking your ass at video games, too?”

I chuckled. “Okay, okay.”

“I take it this means you’ll invite me to your place one day?” She grinned teasingly.

I swallowed. I moved my hands down to her butt, and taking the chance, Sarah did a little jump and wrapped her legs around my waist. With me supporting her from below, she now had her chest right in my face and was looking down at me like she was proud of her idea.

“...I’d love to invite you all. B-But… my house isn’t very big, as you saw. And… I’m afraid you won’t get along well with my sister.”

“Hm? Why is that?”

“Remember what you said about some people not liking you? My sister… may be one of those people. I’m not completely sure.”

“...Your twin sister doesn’t like us? And you still hang out with us?”

I nodded. “She has her own friends, right? I… should be allowed to have mine. We’re not as close as we used to be anymore.”

“And you don’t like that, do you?” She stated like she knew it. Maybe my tone gave it away, but at least Sarah didn’t phrase that as a question. She cupped my cheek and raised my head to look me in the eyes.

Again, I nodded.

“Okay. We’ll try not to cause trouble for you.”

I chuckled. “Don’t worry. At the very least I can deal with my own sister.”

Sarah smiled at me. She then pulled down one of the sides of her bikini top, freeing one of her tits and put her nipple close to my lips. It was a little sudden, but not unwelcome. I gladly started sucking on it, even gobbling it up and making Sarah laugh louder.

“Why do men like tits so much? They’re just dumb bags of fat.”

I frowned. “Take that back. Boobs are beautiful.”

Grinning, Sarah pulled down the other side of her top and pushed both boobs against my face. “Useless bags of fat!”

With a fervent desire to prove her wrong, I started kissing, sucking and gobbling up her boobs. “Perfect and delicious!”

“You’re such a pervert!” She kept laughing and rubbing her tits against me.

Our bodies grew hotter and hotter, even in the water. Sarah’s touch burned my skin. I could hear my heart in my ears, and noticing that was what also made me notice that Sarah had stopped laughing. Now she was breathing heavily and letting out the softest of moans.

I continued my ****, sucking on her tits and even giving her hard nipples some gentle nibbles. Her chest may have been comparatively smaller than Mila’s and Grace’s, but it was still big and perfect.

Sarah’s legs tightened around me, her fingers clung onto my hair. Her body quivered, her breathing became heavier, her moans became louder. Soon, she came.

In my arms, in the water of her parent’s pool, Sarah trembled from the orgasm that rocked her body, born out of nothing but the stimulation of her breasts. She held herself back from pulling on my hair too much, but she moaned and groaned her pleasure without restrain.

She needed a moment. She held me close, with my face in her bosom while she composed herself. I stroked her back gently, even as a bit of pride swelled within my chest.

‘Useless bags of fat’, she said. Nonsense.

“Oliver…” Sarah whispered. “More…”

“...The pool chairs?”

She nodded.

We got out of the pool using the stairs. Then we moved to one of the chairs, where I lay back with Sarah immediately climbing on top of me, untying her top and letting it drop.

“Oliver, you need to know something.”

“W-What?”

“I barely ever feel good from my tits. I feel it a little, but never much. Certainly not enough to make me fucking come from just that.” Sarah kissed me hard, mashing her lips on mine. “You are a freak of nature.”

I smiled sheepishly. “I can leave if it’s off-putting…”

“Very funny.” She lightly pinched my cheek. “Now fuck me.”

She took off her bottoms and I also kicked off my swimming trunks. I massaged Sarah’s tits for a few moments before she willingly put them before my face again. I savored them like the damn pervert I was and still am, and Sarah moaned her approval.

She held my cock, hard and ready despite the pool water, and rubbed the tip on her labia. “My turn to gobble you up,” she said, her voice mostly a gasp. Sarah sank on my dick, its entire length smoothly going inside her, stretching her walls and reaching all the way back to her womb.

“Hey, Oliver…” she started talking as she rocked her hips back and forth at a deliciously slow pace. “So what kind of pictures would you like me to send you, hm?” She lovingly ran her hands through my hair and caressed my face with the back of her fingers. “Would you like to see me naked? Or teasing you with only a bit of skin? Or would you prefer I model swimsuits for you?”

“All of them,” I said, letting go of her tits to look her in the eye. “I want all kinds of photos. Naked, in swimsuits, in regular clothes, just you going about your day… I want to see you as much as I can.”

My brain was in overdrive. That had to be the only explanation to why I would dare say such bold things. Though honestly, I’d said all kinds of bold things today. Something about how the day had been progressing with Sarah made me more and more comfortable with her. And… I’d like to think it made her more comfortable with me, as well.

“Okay,” Sarah said, grinning. “But no complaining later that I’m spamming you with trash.”

She held my face and kissed me, tongue first. It was a wild and passionate kiss, enough to make us drool. Meanwhile, I grabbed onto Sarah’s ass and started thrusting up.

“Hmmmm! Mmmm!” Sarah moaned into my mouth as I pushed in and out of her from below and with ****. Our lovemaking echoed loudly in the glass dome.

Was it lovemaking, though? I didn’t know. It shouldn’t be. We were just sex friends, right? Then… why did it feel like lovemaking to me? Why was it that every time we did it felt more intimate than the last?

Don’t think about it, Oliver. You’re getting ahead of yourself. Sex friends for now. Maybe… Maybe something more later down the road, but sex friends for now. It was enough. But it wouldn’t stop me from kissing Sarah like she was my girlfriend, and making her feel pleasure like she’d never felt before.

She came over and over on top of me before I came myself. Sarah was shaking in my arms, our bodies hot and our minds clouded by our orgasms. We remained silent for a good while. Silent, but kissing.

Kissing like lovers would.