Go on without them.

“That’s fine, I don’t need them!” is your disaffectionate response to Abigail..

Abigail takes a moment to figure out what you mean, then she smiles. “Well, alright then! My kind of party!”

It’s your turn to look dumbfounded as Abigail tosses your trunks to the side and starts taking off her own swimsuit. In a fluid motion, she shrugs off her speedo, slides it down and kicks them off, then dives in like a pro.

You are shocked to find her swim directly for you. Locked onto her target, she torpedoes toward you before you can even hope to get away. You lean back as she rises up like a mermaid, giving you a close up view of her naked form. Her auburn hair clings to her body. Water droplets run down the long stands, over her pert nipples, glistening like her bright eyes as they look into yours. You find yourself breathing heavily as she comes in close.

She doesn’t say anything. She takes a look at you and smiles before backstroking leisurely away. You feel her kick off your chest to give herself a push. The wild sea encounter leaves you bewildered, but happy you don’t have to leave the water and draw attention to your full sail.

You wade into deeper water because swimming around right now would expose your loch ness monster. As you float about, you feel something graze your backside. You turn to see Abigail circling you, her streak of red looks like a golden koi moving gracefully in the water. It brushes against your leg, then midsection. You try to back off, but she’s already running along your front and can definitely sense the rigidness of your shaft. You try to swim away, but she has your scent now…

The shallow end of the pool will make it harder for Abigail to swim under you but, getting there before the college level swimmer can mess with you is going to be a major feat. The redhead pops out of the water for some air. She stares you down with a mischievous glint in her eyes and a malevolent smile. The staredown only lasts for a second, but it feels like a high noon showdown.

In the background, Carly and Lynn have been silently observing the two of you playing around. Lynn breaks the silence by shouting out, “Get him!”

You turn and make a swim for the shallows where Lynn and Carly are wading around. It’s an olympic pool’s distance away, but you’ve already started your strokes. As you turn your head to gasp for air, you see Abigail beside you, moving at a casual pace. She smiles and swims ahead. You keep swimming as you see her lithe figure moving in front of you. She turns around and goes under. You glance down in the water and can see her naiad form deep in the water, it rises up and brushes against you. You feel her back glide under the base of your dick, causing you to lose your pace. You stop in the middle of the pool, straightening up to try and find where the water nymph went.

You look around, but can’t find the telltale red streak of hair. Then, you look down and find her swimming between your legs. She presses up against you, running her body firmly against your cock and balls. You feel your prick drag along her spine and exhale sharply. She twists around to face you as she rises. Her lower abdomen glides under your cock. You feel the stiffness of her nipples brush up against your front until she is face to face with you. She grins. You shiver and gasp. The body contact has made you cum into the pool.

Abigail raises an eyebrow at your reaction, then looks down, feeling something warm coat her skin. She pulls up a milky, viscous fluid with her fingers and looks at it. It takes her a moment to realize what it is. She screams and swims out of the water. The other girls, realize what just happened and clear the pool as well.

“Ugh, it’s sticky!” Abigail complains, splashing water on her belly to wash it off.

You ignominiously clean yourself off and leave the pool. Lynn is staring at the water where a cloud of your ejaculate floats around as you approach her.

“... should I clean that up?” you ask.

“I think it’s beyond repair at this point…” Lynn tells you.

“I mean… the filter is going to get it eventually…” you note.

“I meant the mood. They’re not going to want to go back in after that!”

Lynn is probably right. Carly and Abigail are already putting their clothes back on.

“Looks like I blew it…” you say.

“In more ways than one,” Lynn agrees. “But I’ll give you a do-over.”

“Huh?”

Before explaining, you see in your mind’s eye the events that just took place going in reverse.