You don't know...

You glance away. Do I? You think to yourself. You’re still not sure.

You know you get angry when he puts himself down, but you’ve felt that way about a lot of people. You don’t like low self esteem. It just twists you the wrong way.

You liked the fact that he tried to defend you twice. A lot of other guys would have just blamed everything on you, and not thought twice. And covering for you with his mother.

You sigh and look back at Tommy, “ I don’t…I don’t know.” You say quietly, gently. “But, well…I have two months to find out.” A thought strikes you, “What college are you going to?”

Tommy stares at you for a second, then shakes himself out of his trance, “Well….after going over statistics of employment after graduation, and average income of alumni, and of course, courses of study, I chose on the most important criteria available.” He pauses in his rattling, then smiles blushing, “Male to Female ratio.”

You laugh at that, as does Melanie, “Oh, yes. Male to Female ratio is very important! So what’d you choose?”

“Widley. It was an all female college only recently opening up to males. But it’s still five to one, female to male. It’s academics rating is pretty good, and I figured I’d have to get laid there!” He says with a shrug and a blush.

You raise your eyebrows, “Widley? Are you serious? That’s where I’m going. They have a good nursing school, and theater courses.” You try to contain the excitement you feel at this news, the look in Melanie’s eyes confirms you didn’t damp it down all the way.

You finish your sandwich and get up from the table, “Okay, Tommy. Time to learn how to swim!” You smile at him, genuinely smile at him.

The two of them get up and walk towards the pool. Melanie jumps in, and starts doggie paddling, while Tommy moves to the ladder to get in.

You slip out of you chair, unwrapping the towel you make your way sauntering over towards Tommy.

Tommy pauses on the second step of the ladder watching you saunter towards him. You relish the fact that his eyes are locked with yours. Even though you feel the material of your bathing suit within the folds of your pussy, and barely covering you massive breasts, his eyes are on yours.

You step up in front of him, your eyes level with each other with him two steps into the pool. You bite your lip as you stare into his deep brown eyes. You move your head closer…and with a push he’s flailing backwards into the pool.

With a giggle you drop into the pool and grab him under his shoulders to keep him up and pull him towards you, wrapping your arms around him, crushing your big tits into his back, you lay your chin on his shoulder as you rub his smooth stomach. The water is cold and your nipples harden, poking Tommy just under his shoulder blades.

You whisper, “Now, to tread water scissor your legs. Yeah like that, and then move your arms in a figure eight motion.”

Seeing him do as he was told you kiss him on the shoulder, then push off to let him do it himself. You stay nearby for five seconds to make sure he stays afloat while he treaded.

Then you backstroke to where Melanie swam, still in her doggie paddle. “Not bad Mel. Now start moving your arms a little more powerfully. Stretch out with your arms…there ya go. The best way to do this is to turn a bit on your side as you stretch out. You get a more powerful thrust. Cup your hands as well. There ya go. Exhale into the water, breath when you’re, obviously, when you’re stretched out on your side for the start of a stroke.”

You twist and do a breast stroke back to Tommy. You smile at him as he treads. “Swimming uses every muscle group in your body. If you start getting a cramp, or feeling tired just shout it. But no playing around with that. I…I don‘t want to lose you before I figure this out.”

“I’ve heard of those stories. And I fully agree. I don’t want to lose me before you figure this out too.”

You stop in front of him, then twist as you tread water, “You saw what Mel was doing first? That’s called the doggie paddle. It’s simple. Now lean forward and…”

The lesson goes on for about a half hour, perhaps forty five minutes, before Tommy says he’s a bit tired from the work out. He’s treading like an expert, and doing a good doggie paddle. Melanie is stroking powerfully and confidently.

The three of you get over to the shallow side where a ledge to sit on was placed.

You get out and grab the pitcher and glasses to drink.

As you get back in you sit in between Tommy and Mel. “Here you are.”

Tommy accepts the cup of lemonade, then looks at you, “Um…so, do you want to, I dunno, maybe grab dinner tomorrow night?”

You look at him as you take a sip of your own freshly poured lemonade.

“Hey, what’ll I do?” Mel asks, petulantly.

“Oh, come on Mel.” Tommy says.

“Alright you two. Mel I can call a friend of mine. He’s sorta like me…only male. I think you’d like him. He’s single too.”

Mel’s eyes gleam at that, then narrow, “That sounds too good to be true. He…he’s not going to try and **** me is he?”

“What kind of friends do you think I hang out with? No, he’s not going to try and **** you Mel. He likes things slow if he actually likes you. Honestly, if he moves too fast for you he is just trying to get another notch on the belt. If he’s willing to let you go at your own pace, he really likes you. He may make a suggestion here and there, but he won’t do anything you are not comfortable with.”

“Okay…but…after you kissed me in Tommy’s room I thought, you know, maybe you’d help me to figure out if I’m bi. Now you seem to only have eyes for Tommy.”

“Well…if you and Jake hit it off, we could work something of a foursome out.”

Her eyes sparkle at that, “That sounds like a night to remember. But only if I like Jake, right?”

You nod, then turn your head back to Tommy, “As for you, I would love for you to take me out tomorrow.” Your mind flicks to the little black cocktail dress your mom hates. Perhaps the white shawl as well, for the elegant effect.

He leans in and kisses you on the lips. You don’t know when he had become such an aggressive kisser, but you like it. You moan into the kiss as you bring your hand up to play through his hair. His tongue invades you mouth as soon as you part your lips, playing with your tongue. You close your eyes, for the first time actually lost in a kiss.