Ever since my wife left us, I’ve spoiled my daughter Kimberly, “Kim”. Not that she wasn’t already spoiled before, as she was an only child. But I just found it more and more difficult to say no to anything that she asked for, for anything that she wanted to do, or anything that she did. So when she announced that she, or rather I, would be hosting a pool party and sleepover at our house for her high-school graduation, I gave in.
Fortunately, the crowd turned out to be a little thinner than I imagined it would be, all graduating seniors and mostly couples; about twenty or so altogether. I agreed to play “bartender” and cook, to make sure that no alcohol would somehow be introduced and so that no one would burn themselves on the grill. And, the group behaved for the most part, although after the sun went down a few of the couples tried to sneak in some “grab-ass” in the pool when they thought that I wasn’t watching.
Now, I’m not a prude, nor did I expect that any of them were still virgins. I knew for a fact that Kim wasn’t, since I caught her and several different boyfriends in the throes more than once after she turned sixteen when I’d come home from business trips early. Still, I didn’t want anything going on that would get me arrested, or sued.
As I said, the group was mostly couples. But there were a few that came “stag” or “doe”. One “doe” was Kaylie, Kim’s best friend in elementary and middle school, but whom I hadn’t seen in years. She didn’t seem to fit in, and my recollection was that she was not only very smart, but also very athletic, which was something quite different than Kim and her current friends. My guess was that she invited Kaylie in honor of their past friendship.
As the evening wore on, and things seemed to settle down, I decided that just because the kids couldn’t drink was no reason for me not to. So I was on my third beer when Kaylie came over and sat next to me. Unlike the other girls, who were all wearing the skimpiest of bikinis, she was wearing a full tanksuit that came up to the top of her chest, and a wrap around her waist, leaving everything to the imagination.
“Hey, Kaylie. Long time no see. How have you been?”
“Okay, Mr. R. Glad to be done with school.”
“How old are you?”
“Eighteen.”
“And do you now have a high school diploma?”
“Yes.” She paused, then blushed. “With “honors”.”
“Well, then call me Jim.”
She smiled, showing me a mouth full of braces. “Okay, Mr. … I mean, Jim.”
“Now, which one of those hunks out there is yours?”
The smile left her face. “None, actually.”
“None? How can that be?”
She got a sad look on her face. “I’ve never had a boyfriend. I’ve never really dated, at least not one-on-one. I guess that between my brains and my brawn, guys were just never interested in me. Plus, like I’m the only senior that still has braces, and no tits or ass to speak of.”
“Stand up.”
“What?”
“Stand up,” I repeated. She stood. “Now, take off the wrap and turn around.” She hesitated, then complied.
I was expecting some flat-chested girl with no shape in her butt, but was pleasantly surprised. She had a cute, well-formed tear-drop ass that appeared to be firm, sitting on top of two really nice legs. And while she certainly wasn’t testing the tensile strength of her bathing suit material, her breasts were actually quite nice looking, and firm looking, as well. Plus, I guess that my scrutinizing had some effect, because each tit was topped with an obvious “pokie”. “Well, this may be the three beers talking,” I said, “but I think that you have a cute ass and nice tits.”
She turned to face me.
“Really? You’re not just saying that?”
“Nope. You’ve got a sexy body.” She giggled. “Hell, if I was a guy your age, I’d be all over you.”
She blushed again, giving me a full shot of her braces again. Her face was cute, although she probably had a little more acne than she wanted. Still, she was, all in all, a pretty girl. “Maybe it’s the braces, then,” she said. “Mom made me wait until I’d finished any sports where I might get hit in the mouth. She didn’t want to pay for them twice. I guess guys are afraid of getting cut by them.”
“Well, that is a shame that you had to wait, but I think that they make you look cute.” Now, that was definitely the beer talking, but she seemed to accept the compliment just the same. “However, if you want to attract the guys, you need to get something a little skimpier than that tank suit. Just an observation.” Man, what was in those beers?
She blushed again. “I’ve got a bikini with me, but these other girls look so much better, and I’m not here with a guy, and …”
“Okay, I get it. So maybe today wasn’t the day to flaunt yourself. But, at least think about it.”
“I will, Mr. … Jim.” Armed with a little more self-confidence, she left me, and her wrap, behind and went over to a group of kids. She seemed to be having a good time, and I thought nothing more of our conversation.
Even though they were all over eighteen, I decided that the best course would be for the boys that were staying the night to all sleep in the living room, and the girls to sleep in the media room. I parked myself in the den, which you had to pass by to get to either. There was some grumbling, mostly from Kim who seemed to be particularly aggressive in her contact with her boyfriend and was probably hoping to get some “alone time” with him.
The guys went out almost as soon as they agreed on who would sleep where. But the girls were up for quite a while, and I could hear whispering and giggling and such for at least an hour before they calmed down. I knew better than to go talk to them about it, as one time I asked Kim during a sleepover what they could possibly be talking about that was both funny and yet required whispering. “Oh, you know,” she said, “the usual girl stuff. How big is his cock? Did he cum in your mouth and did you swallow and how did it taste? Does anal really hurt as much as it seems like it should? Should I get my clit pierced? Stuff like that.” She laughed, and I never asked again.
Everyone but me slept in until about ten. I made up a breakfast buffet, and most of the kids left after eating. By about noon it was just Kim and her boyfriend, Kaylie, and two other couples. Everyone put on bathing suits and headed to the pool. I was happy to see that Kaylie had decided to go the bikini route this time. And, that by doing so, she confirmed my appraisal from the night before. She had a cute, tight little body. I felt a tingle in my balls.
The kids swam for a while, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of Kaylie as I sat on a chaise by the pool, keeping watch. Fortunately my sunglasses disguised, somewhat, where I was looking. But I had to keep shifting to hide my semi-hard condition, and I know that Kim could tell exactly what I was doing. She gave me that sly smile that she has before turning back to her friends.
We had lunch poolside, and then everyone left but Kim, her boyfriend Alex, and Kaylie. They decided to do some sunbathing, and spread towels on the lounges before slathering their faces, chests, stomachs, and legs with lotion and laying back after setting an alarm for one hour. With nothing better to do, and looking a little paler than I like, I decided to join them.
When the alarm went off, it was time to turn over. First Kim applied lotion to her boyfriend’s back, and Kaylie did mine as we lay face-down on the lounges. She seemed to pay a lot of attention to my thighs, especially the inner parts where they met my ass and crotch. By the time she was done, my erection had begun to return.
I tried my best to conceal it, but Kim could tell. She just smiled as the two girls lay face down on their lounges. That’s when Kim upped the ante. She reached back and untied her bikini top. “Don’t want any string lines,” was her explanation, but I suspected otherwise. Alex was way too eager to put his hands on her. But, before I could say anything, Kaylie reached back and untied hers, as well, giving me a good look at some “side boob” as she gave me that “me too” look before arranging herself on her towel.
I can’t begin to describe the feeling of rubbing lotion into this nubile young thing. I started at her neck and shoulders, making sure that I had thoroughly applied the sunblock as I moved further down her firm, yet pliant flesh. When I got below her arms, I couldn’t resist the urge to rub her sides, especially where I knew her breasts were. I got brave, moving my fingers slightly underneath, causing her to sigh.
I was so mesmerized by what I was doing that I almost didn’t hear Kim tell me that she and her boyfriend were going inside. When I did look up, I could see that he had a rather impressive boner tenting out his swim trunks, and Kim was barely covering her breasts with her untethered bikini top. She gave Kaylie a big grin and a wink, and then headed to the house.
“Aren’t you going to do my legs, Jim?” I looked back down, and Kaylie had half-turned toward me, giving me a good look at most of her right breast.
“Um, yeah,” I replied, as she lay back down and I squirted a stream of lotion from her right ankle, up her leg, to the edge of her bikini bottoms. I worked my way from bottom to top, making sure, once I got past her knee, that I gave her inner thigh the same attention that she had given mine. She was squirming by the time that I got to her ass, and had spread her legs to give me better access to the junction of leg and vulva. I teased her along the edge of her bottoms, sliding a lotion-lubed finger just under the hem of the material.
Then, just as it seemed to her that I was going to make full contact, I took my hand away and applied a trail of sunscreen to her left leg. I repeated what I had done to her right, and by the time I got to the gusset of fabric covering her pussy, it was wet enough that it was almost translucent. Better still, it was so tight against her labia that the outline was clearly visible.
There was no doubt that she was aroused, and the stiffness of my organ made it clear that I was, too. The only question was whether anyone would make the next move, and what would happen after that. That was when Kaylie undid the ties holding the front and back of her bottom together and slowly lowered the back, exposing her cute ass. “I think you forgot a spot,” she said, her voice made husky by lust.
I squeezed some lotion onto my hands, then began massaging those two firm globes of flesh. I traced a finger down her crack, over her anal star, then across her leaking lips, which were still pursed tightly together. I didn’t even consider that she was anything other than a virgin as I slipped my finger between the folds of flesh, causing her to shudder as I found my way to her love bud. She began to slowly rock her hips as I slipped back and forth between her clit and her perineum; each time pushing further into the sopping gap between her labia until I found her opening.