Public Pool

“The community pool is open, we can go swimming,” she says, “I bought you a pair of swim shorts to keep here in case of such an opportunity, faggot.” I quickly strip nude, and Amy jumps up and goes to her dresser, pulling out the swim shorts.

“Here! Hope you still like blue and black!” she says, tossing them to me. I catch them, holding them up and checking them. Black, with blue as a secondary colour in a neat design, trimmed in shiny, metallic silver, they're exactly the style I like.

“Oh, these are awesome, thanks, Amy!” I quickly step into them, sliding them up around my hips. Snug fit, but they won't expose me, too much. She tosses me a fluffy black towel, and I drape it over my arm, but now, I don't turn my back for her.

She strips herself nude without shyness, then pulls on her own one-piece swimsuit, stretching from her thighs up to her shoulders. It's modest, and doesn't have a bikini strip at the bottom, but it does nothing to conceal her magnificent cock.

Draping a second black towel over her shoulder, she turns to me and smiles, letting her eyes travel down my body, then, back up once more. “You are entirely too hot. We need to make sure we get in the pool before a queue forms to ruin you.”

Amy grins mischievously when my cheeks promptly shift to a warm pink. I know she's kidding, but in a child-free, gated community? There's a serious risk of me ending up a living example of what locker room porn would be like, in real life!

She leads, and I follow her out of the empty house, out onto the sidewalk. The concrete is warm underfoot, and the pool for our community isn't that far away. Fortunately, community ordinances won't interfere with our planned swim trip.

It's near enough that we reach it without running into anyone else, aside from some few cars driving past. People either coming home from or going off to work, depending on their shift schedule. I've always loved this pool, because it's huge.

On arrival, I notice there are only a couple people in the water, which means it seems as if we have excellent timing for a chance to really swim. We don't need to use the locker room just now, and being within walking distance, we may never.

Unless Amy needs her cock sucked, again, once we get out of the water. The sun gleams on the water, and we find a spot, stretching our black towels out on the concrete. She signs us in, as I stand at the poolside of the 4-metre-deep deep end.

“In, faggot!” Amy says abruptly in my ear, before shoving me off the edge into the pool with an unceremonious splashing as I fall in. Getting in the water slow has always been more my style, but Amy's always been more of the flying leap sort.

I surface as she dives off the diving board, then vanishes underwater like a cormorant. When she surfaces, I splash water at her face, treading water, “Jerk, you know I like easing into the water! Although, this water isn't actually shocking cold.”

“That's why I shoved you in, fag!” Amy answers openly, since the only other two people in the pool are more than a dozen metres away. It means we can simply talk at normal volume. She motions, and I swim with her, lengthwise along one side.

Swimming is excellent exercise and good for your health, which is why I like it. The community pool is massive enough to let us swim a few times around the rim to start our swim time. Given my breakfast, I don't think I have much to burn off.

We swim together for about half an hour of doing laps, before Amy pulls herself out. I follow her up the short ladder, and we lay on towels that have turned nice and warm under the sunlight. I close my eyes and relax, enjoying Amy's company.

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