She suggests Ian invite everybody over for a pool party, instead

I heard her chuckle at my enthusiasm. “Ian, it’s going to be a hundred degrees out tomorrow and you’re the only one with a pool. I think it would be cruel if you didn’t invite everyone over.”

She must have psychically sensed how much that disappointed me, because she quickly added, “Don’t worry, I will make sure to stay later than everybody else so we can hang out, just the two of us.”

I had to admit, having all those girls over for an un-chaperoned pool party wasn’t exactly the worst idea ever.

The next day was just as scorching as Stephanie had predicted. All five girls arrived promptly at my empty house carrying beach towels. Talia had brought enough beer for everyone, and Elizabeth had brought supplies for making s’mores after the sun went down. I offered some sliced watermelon to my beautiful guests, but with the awful heat nobody wanted to wait a second longer before hopping in the pool.

Elizabeth peeled off her shirt first, her prodigious breasts proudly supported within a dark scarlet bikini top. The contrast of the dark fabric against the pale swell of her exposed cleavage was nothing short of eye-popping. Her bottoms, on the other hand, were somewhat modest board shorts. Every girl has a part of her body she thinks is ugly, even supermodels, and world-class beauty Elizabeth didn’t like people looking at her sensual, Botticelli hips.

Talia had chosen to wear what appeared to be a relatively plain teal green one-piece. I say “appeared to be,” because as soon as Talia got that suit wet it turned thin as tissue paper, clinging and stretching across her every curve. Her ample breasts got no support whatsoever from the fabric, swaying weightless in the water just as nature intended. Best of all, the wet material was practically see-through.

I stared so hard at her I dinged my shin on the patio table.

“I think he likes your choice of swimsuit,” Amy laughed from behind me. She stripped off her clothes to reveal a rather utilitarian swim team one-piece.

“You’re such a showoff, Talia,” Stephanie chided, tugging a yellow sundress over her head. She had brought a very brief black bikini, with a tie in the back that did almost nothing to support her huge breasts. Hypocrite.

Stephanie strutted past me, making sure not to get in the water until she was damn sure I had taken in every inch of her hotness. Perhaps most exciting was how her eyes met mine for a fleeting moment, a private acknowledgement of what she and I would be doing later that night.

The four of them started splashing around in the water, finally relieved from the punishing heat. I looked around for Corrine, but she must have still been in the house, changing into her suit. Just as I was about to descend into the blessed cool water amongst those four frolicking nymphs, Talia asked me to be a dear and fetch her a beer.

Not wanting to waste another second out in the heat and away from my girls, I charged into the house, raced to the kitchen—

Where I found Corrine standing at the sink, filling a large juice pitcher with ice water. For some reason I felt emboldened enough to give her a friendly little smack on the ass as I made my way to the fridge. She jumped at the impact, more surprised than hurt. My recent experiences with Stephanie and Amy had started a sea change in my confidence level, and Corrine was taking notice. Even a few weeks ago, I would have been too timid to go for something as harmless as that pat on her bum.

“You thirsty?” I asked, gesturing to the pitcher of water.

“No,” Corrine replied, dropping her towel, “Just hot.”

Beneath the towel, she was wearing...