Molly:
It had been two weeks since the frat party. The bruises and bites had mainly healed, but I had been unsettled. Nothing had been the same. I had been tingling and aroused. I had rubbed my pussy raw trying to satisfy the feeling that had ignited at the frat party. Caleb had been angry. I finally fucked him to try to make it up to him. It had been a huge mistake. The sex had been so damn vanilla I could hardly stand it. Caleb had not only forgiven me but he became like a puppy dog, always there, always wanting more. Managing Caleb had become a full-time job and this had done nothing for my "itch."
Caleb:
Molly had become distant after the Frat Party refusing to talk about it. When I had finally talked her into having sex, I found out her ass and thighs were bruised, and there were bite marks on her tits. Whatever had happened at the party, it had been rough. I had tried to be gentle in our lovemaking but she seemed distracted and unresponsive. Maybe Molly liked it rough? I had been so confused. My Dad had planned a pool party for his buds. He had invited me but I wanted Molly to come. I had thought that if I could show her off, I could get some of my dignity back.
Molly:
Caleb had now wanted me to go to this pool party at his Dad's house. He was back to his old tricks. He wanted me to wear my skimpiest two-piece.
"Who the fuck is going to be there?"
"No one. Just my Dad's work friends and my Uncle."
"Then why can't I wear my one piece and be done with it? Why do I always have to be on display?"
"I always want people to know how hot my girl is!"
At that, I had given up. I had not wanted to get on the whole 'I am not your girl anymore,' issue. Caleb had now become someone I hung with and who I occasionally fucked. The fucking part had become less attractive than it was before the frat party. I had also not wanted to get into the dumping Caleb conversation partly because I had not had the energy and partly because it had still aroused me to use Caleb as a frustrated watcher, so I had said yes to the party and no to the suit.
Caleb:
Molly had agreed to come to the party. To my mild disappointment, she had not agreed to wear the two-piece suit I had suggested. I had known it was a long shot. I had only seen her wear it once when she was hanging with her girlfriends at a private pool. There had been literally nothing covering her ass and the top was a walking wardrobe malfunction; lots and lots of nipple slips. It had not surprised me that Molly refused to wear that suit opting instead for a tight one-piece. While it would not show her ass off, it did have a deep cleavage. Molly's cleavage was larger than most girls' tits. I had been ready for Molly to turn some heads at the party. I had not counted on Uncle Bob getting so interested in my girl.
Molly:
That Saturday Caleb and I had arrived at the party. As agreed, I had come to the party. Also, as agreed, I wore my one-piece suit instead of the skimpy two-piece he had wanted. The one-piece was really pretty hot. It had showed my large breasts off to great advantage with a fuck ton of deep cleavage. I had turned many heads, a lot of middle-aged potbelly heads. No one had seen my face because their gazes were all below my neck. If they had been even decent looking, I would have loved it. However, as it was, it had been extremely creepy to see all those dad-age men literally licking their lips.
After a couple of turns around the pool with Caleb, I had eased away and took up residence in a lounge chair as far away from the drooling men as I could get. I had Caleb running beers to me as I sunned myself and listened to tunes on my Apple Buds. About four beers in, Caleb's Uncle Bob had brought me my fifth beer and stayed to chat. Oh, fuck! Out of all the men there, Uncle Bob had been the least attractive, a guy pretending to still be young if his gut wouldn't get in the way. As we talked, I had found that he was actually pretty funny. By the time I finished my seventh beer of the afternoon, he had become fucking hilarious.
Caleb:
What the fuck had been up with Molly and Uncle Bob? At first, Molly had been dismissive of his presence but he had persisted. After Molly had downed a couple of more beers, they were laughing like tight buds. What the fuck had been happening? I had not heard what was said but all of a sudden, the conversation went from casual funny to serious flirty. I had moved in closer, curious as to what was happening.
Molly:
We had stayed on safe topics until I had asked him his age.
"Thirty-six."
Without thinking, I had said, "Same as my chest!"
That had been it. For there on the conversation had become a series of sexy comments and double entendres. Caleb had been hovering around bringing us beers. As I was finishing my eighth beer, I had taken down the straps to my suit to rub on some sunscreen. I had then noticed that both Caleb and Uncle Bob were staring at my chest. As I rubbed it on, I had then noticed that Uncle Bob's suit was prominently tented. He had a hard-on. I had decided to have some fun. As I had continued to rub the lotion, I dove deeper into my cleavage. In a little while, I had had my hand completely inside my suit massaging and pinching my tits. Uncle Bob's hard-on had gotten larger.
I had then smiled and nodded at his crotch. He had gotten the message because he discreetly slipped his hand into his shorts and started to stroke himself. I had then pulled my top down a little further so that the tops of my areolas were showing. Smiling I had looked at Uncle Bob and mouthed, "Show me." He had then pulled his shorts down until the tip of his boner was exposed. Fuck! It looked huge. In my imagination, it had been at least two inches longer than Caleb's was.
Caleb was off getting us some more beers. I had then tugged on my suit until one of my nipples popped out. Uncle Bob gaped. I mouthed, “Your turn.” Uncle Bob looked around and pulled his trunks down so that his boner was completely out. God, it was huge. “Nice,” I mouthed.
Caleb:
Okay, what the fuck had happened? After all the flirting and laughing, it suddenly got quiet. I had had a decent view but I could not see everything. I had seen the straps of Molly's suit were off her shoulders and later the top had seemed to be much lower than normal. Had Uncle Bob's hand been in his trunks? Why had Molly been staring at his belly? Or had her stare been at something lower? It had felt like the frat party all over again. My breathing had become labored because I did not know what would happen next but I sensed I would not like it.
Molly:
The power had been exhilarating. I was a high school girl and Uncle Bob was an older man who had been used to being in charge. I was now in charge and it was turning me on, big time! I had wondered how much farther I was going to take this teasing. He was too old and too fat to fuck or even kiss. However, I had thought maybe I could have some fun anyway. Mouthing, "Follow me," I had pulled up my straps, stood up and quietly moved towards the house. Caleb's father and the other men had been gathered right in front of the kitchen window but they had been looking at some guy's new golf club so I was able to slip into the kitchen unobserved. Caleb and Uncle Bob had followed.