The weekend

A few days passed and the weekend was coming up. This was always a big relief, considering work had been keeping you so busy lately. Katie was quick to draw your attention to the weather forecast though. “It’s supposed to be like 90 degrees this weekend! God that’s gonna be awful.” She complained, but then her expression slowly brightened as a thought struck her. “Unless… maybe we should go over and cool off in Brian’s pool?” She asked. It was an innocent enough question, and yet she was looking up at you with a small, playful smirk. Her eyes locked on yours, expectant. You paused. “Well- Maybe, I guess.” You said, noncommittal. Hanging out with Brian had been alright. He’d been polite enough, and seeing him interacting with Katie had been strangely exciting. Especially when he had his hands on her. Even just remembering the encounter made you feel warm and dizzy for a moment. “It’s really going to be that hot?” You asked, stalling for time to think. “Mmhmm” she said with a nod and showed you the weather app on her phone as proof. You shrugged, pretending to be aloof. “I guess that could be nice, then. If he doesn’t mind us mooching off his pool.” You said, and Katie grinned, as if she’d expected this answer. “Okay! Although, I should warn you… I feel like Brian was checking me out a lot last time we saw him. That’s why I’m glad you’re picking my outfit this time.” She said with a smirk and a mischievous twinkle in her eye. You raised your eyebrows and pretended to be surprised when she said that. “Oh, was he? I guess I assume most guys would check you out when you’re wearing a swimsuit.” You said, simultaneously complimenting her figure and downplaying what had happened last time, and how turned on all their flirting had made you. She narrowed her eyes at you for a moment as if she didn’t believe you, but she still had that same amused air about her. “Okay good. He was sooo funny, I’m really glad we all get along so well.” She said, leaning up on her tiptoes and kissing you. It was a slow, sensual kiss, and when you finally parted she was gazing up at you with obvious bedroom eyes. “I can’t wait to see what you want me to wear. You know I trust your taste baby.” She whispered, her voice low and heavy with lust.