At Sarah’s house (Part 9)

We spent about an hour in the game room, where Sarah taught me how to play billiards and kicked my ass at both foosball and table tennis, and she was holding back. Only by the end did I manage to score a few points at table tennis.

“How are you so good?” I asked her from across the table.

“There’s always someone better. My mom and dad are monsters at this stuff, and my siblings are better now than I was at their age. Bunch of freaks.”

“...I’ll get better eventually. Just wait.”

“That’s the spirit,” Sarah said, grinning and going around the table to stand close to me. She rested her hands on my waist and pecked my lips. “So you’re already thinking of coming back here, huh?”

Oh shit. “S-Sorry! Didn’t mean to imply…”

“Urgh. Relax, dammit!” she scolded me, pinching my butt and making me flinch. “You’re definitely coming over again. Why wouldn’t you?”

Seriously? God, that made me excited. Also, I should mention Sarah was still only wearing white panties and a T-shirt, and I was also only wearing my pants. I played the entire match of table tennis watching Sarah’s tits sway inside her T-shirt. I couldn’t resist anymore and took one of my hands to her chest, squeezing one of her breasts through the soft fabric.

“Mmmm.” She sucked in a breath and nuzzled closer. “Hey Oliver. Want to go to the pool?”

I raised an eyebrow. “With this weather?”

“I told you. We keep the water lukewarm and there’s a roof over it, if you didn’t notice.”

Well… Yeah.

“Besides, we can hop on the hot tub or the sauna after it if we get cold.”

“Doesn’t the change of temperature make you catch a cold?”

“**** changes, yeah, but it’s usually when you end it in cold temperature. Come on!” Sarah started kissing my shoulder as she looked into my eyes, playfully begging. “I want to go into the pool with you.”

Show me a straight, red-blooded male who can say no to that tone, those eyes, and the proposition itself. Fucking show me.

“Okay. Let’s go to the pool.”

Sarah grinned. “One last question. Swimsuits or skinny-dipping?”

Choices that can tear a man in half, I tell you. On one hand, Sarah swimming naked. On the other hand, I’ve come to learn that there are times when a bit of clothes can actually be more exciting. And to break the balance between these two choices, I could always take off Sarah’s swimsuit, couldn’t I? I had my answer.

“Swimsuits.”

Sarah’s grin only widened. “Then go get changed and wait for me at the pool. Don’t worry, it’s unlocked.”

We parted ways for the moment. My backpack was still in the living room, so I went to pick it up, went to one of the bathrooms and put on my red swimming trunks before heading to the pool.

The rain was letting up a bit, but you could hear it coming down hard every once in a while. I went out of the house and ran to the pool to avoid the cold rain. Not that terrible, all things considered, and going into the pool… dome made it immediately apparent why the rain wasn’t a problem. The area was naturally warm from the warmth of the big, round pool. I dipped my toes in the water, and yes, it was fairly warm, as Sarah had said. If it wasn’t for the faint sound of the rain and the fact you could see it falling on the roof and around you, you wouldn’t notice it.

About five minutes later, I heard the door opening behind me and turned to see Sarah coming in with a couple of towels under her arm. But more importantly… My GOD she looked hot.

It was a simple purple bikini with black trimming. A bit on the smaller side, yes, but not to the point of being ridiculously revealing. It was practical and it gave her chest a little push up. She also kept her hair loose, and with that killer figure of hers…

“How are you not a model already?” I asked, noticing the faint echo caused by the big empty space in the glass dome.

Sarah laughed, set the towels on the pool chairs and did a little pose with a hand on her hip and another dangling beside her. “You want pictures of me that badly? It’s gonna cost you, you know?”

“How much?” I asked, playing along.

She walked up to me, grabbed my face and pulled me into a deep kiss. “Keep treating me this well and I’ll send you enough to fill your phone’s storage capacity.”

I swallowed. “...That’d be lots of pictures.”

“Did I stutter?”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

Sarah grinned mischievously, kissed my cheek and jumped into the pool with an amazingly graceful swan dive. She rose from beneath the water with a jump, throwing her head back and whipping her hair.

“Come on, coward! Jump!”

First, I made sure to take off my glasses again and set them over one of the towels Sarah brought. Then I ran and jumped in, hands and head first. I wouldn’t be getting top marks, but it was something.

The water felt lukewarm against my body. I rose to the surface and shook my head to move my hair out of my face. And while I rubbed my eyes, I heard Sarah laugh behind me.

“Not bad, not bad.” She swam her way in front of me and stood up. We could both touch the bottom, though I had to use the tip of my feet. “Huh. Your hair is longer than I realized.”

“Hm?”

“It’s usually pretty wavy, but now that it’s wet I see it’s longer.”

“Is… that a problem?” I asked.

“No. Just noticed it. Though I guess it hides your eyes sometimes.”

Did it? That’s what I get for usually looking down. I knew good eye contact was key to form good relationships, but whenever I tried I got scared and looked away from people.

Wait.

…

Huh.

I was just realizing I was able to look at the girls in the eyes without much issue. Generally, that is. Why? Why were they so different from everyone else? Why was being with them so comparatively easy? Just realizing this made my heart throb.